Exquisite Excursion           by: Virginia Kane

 

Part Four: Edification

The person looking back at me from my vanity mirror was entirely female, gorgeous, voluptuous, female. My entire image reeked sex to anyone fortunate enough to get close. I sat and stared at my image, rocking gently back and forth, on my padded stool with its pale lavender ruffles. I was lost in thought over how much had changed and so quickly. A month before, I was an eighteen year-old boy, hardly could I call myself a man. I was still a virgin back then who was too shy to ask a girl for a date.

Now, I was carefully preparing myself for my first date as a girl, with a man, a man that didn’t look like another girl, like Rita did. I already gave and got oral sex on several occasions with Rita, my private nurse and therapist who was my guide though my transition into womanhood, and recently experienced being sexually penetrated by her from behind, too. Having her rigid dick thrust deep into my body without preparation was a traumatic, painful experience. I suffered in residual pain for days. Rita’s subsequent massages with healing balms and thin prods healed my colon in a week. She then proceeded to train my anus with butt plugs. That relaxed and stretched me to accommodate her with only a wee bit of initial pain each time she slowly let her body weight push her cock down into my ass. Once deeply seated within my bowels, my pain diminished and we’d play push and pull until we both enjoyed multiple mind-bending orgasms. Within the past week, all I felt was wonderful pleasure from her fucking. She promised me she’d have me fuck her ass soon, but I don’t care. I like being the fuckee.

Rita’s cock started to shrink. Our stepped-up daily hormone cocktails caused her libido to decline. Dr. Samuel told Rita she needs a silicone penile implant. We’ll both have perpetual average size hard-ons to use on each other and my promised playmates.

Before she returns, I’m to have my first date with a he-man, Kent. Rita says I’m ready and wants me to keep progressing while she recovers. He’s only twenty-five, but he’s built like an ironworker. That’s because he is an ironworker, he-he. I saw his picture. His shoulders are massive. He’s gay, and loves to fuck "girly-boys" to quote Arnold S.

We’re going to a cocktail party at his boss’s house. He needs a "looker" to take to this party to cover up his being "queer". That’s the term mom used when she first described Kent to me. I think she was getting back at me for being for calling Laura a lesbian. If you make fun of others you have to be prepared to take some heat yourself. She said my eagerness to engage in sex with a male makes me a "queer", too. She doesn’t mind, as long as I don’t deride her for her relationship with Laura.

The dress that mom chose for me to wear tonight won’t leave much to the imagination. The silky material is so thin, my undies and nipples show, and my cock will be on display if I don’t wear a relieved pad over my entire crotch and fold my cock back down between my legs. The flared skirt is short; I have to wear pantyhose, as stocking would show a wide expanse of naked thigh above the stocking tops. I’ll have to be careful how I stand up and sit down, especially getting in and out of a car.

I looked over my shoulder at my room. I like the color better than pink. Light lavender conveys a cooler feeling, like relaxed and seductive. It was Rita’s influence. She helps me make lots of decisions, lately. She helped me take the plunge to get my breast implants and have my waistline trimmed via liposuction. My room was redone while I was in the hospital recovering. Rita arranged for it to be refurbished according to my selections from a catalog. They exchanged my hospital style bed for a queen size curtained canopy bed with an adjustable firmness air-filled mattress for my back.

For the first month after moving in with Laura, the hospital style bed was brought in to hasten my recovery from a back injury. I got used to sleeping on the extra-firm support. Normal mattresses feel lumpy and mushy to me now. For the past week or so, Rita was spending nearly every night in my bed with me, filling my nether cheeks with her seed and sleeping off the fatigue from our multi orgasm sex.

I got over my initial disappointment of her confirming that our sexual encounters were prescribed, and not borne of a natural mutual attraction. Oh, I was attracted to Rita alright, but she was only doing her job as my sex therapist. She softened the blow by saying she had a choice of accepting or declining the assignment in advance. She had visited the store’s jewelry department where I worked and had seen and talked to me prior to accepting the contract to assist transforming me. She said she felt attracted to me right away. She liked what she saw, knew she would enjoy introducing me to sex. She anticipated the challenge that transforming me into a passable transvestite would provide.

I asked her to stay on once her contract was deemed fulfilled. She didn’t have a new assignment and agreed to stay on with me until I go of to school. I knew her assignment was temporary, but I still need Rita to guide me. I also want her hot cock up my ass regularly. She noticed another problem of her own, last week. Her facial hair had been removed by electrolysis long ago, but was beginning to show stubborn signs of coming back, spoiling her lovely features. Dr. Samuel, my endocrinologist will do something about it while Rita’s away, so she won’t need to get a job in a circus as a bearded lady, he-he. I feel giddy, after today’s shot. I’m raring to go for some hot action.

Dr. Samuel doubled her hormone dosage and her big cock shrank, not a lot at first, but more after she was plugging my butt on a daily basis. I loved having her fill me, but she gradually started having trouble staying erect. So she’s getting her ‘softie’ stiffened. Kent: my date for this evening is supposed to be built like a stallion in the salami department. Maybe I’ll get to find out just how big he is tonight. Rita said to be nice to him. He could "fill in" for her while she’s gone. I hope so. My stomach if full of butterflies. Maybe he won’t like me enough to want to put his cock back there.

Rita’s cock will be expanded by semi-rigid foam injections into the spongy part of her cock that fills with blood during a hard-on. She said she wants it to be enlarged to Kent’s proportions unless I can’t handle that much meat on either end. My juices are cooking. I can’t wait until tonight’s party is over so I can coerce him into my bed and panties. Rita said she’s had dates with guys like him before, and told me not to worry. She said I should be able to handle him. I hope so. She wished she could introduce us to scope him out, but had to leave for the hospital about an hour ago. Her foam injections start tomorrow. She didn’t say how Dr. Samuel knows how big this guy’s cock is.

When I finished dressing, mom told me to remain waiting in my room until she called for me. I heard the house phone buzz. Mom answered using the wall speaker. I could hear the doorman advise her that a gentleman was in the lobby who wished to be announced. Mom picked up the phone, asked the doorman for his name, paused, and told the doorman to send him up. It had to be my date. We weren’t expecting anyone else.

With my ear to the slightly open bedroom door, I heard her greet my date at the elevator. "Danielle is still dressing, Kent. Would you care for something to drink while you’re waiting? She shouldn’t be too long."

His voice boomed with deep, mellow tones. "No, but thanks anyway. There’ll be plenty to drink at the party. Does she know I’m out here waiting?"

"I’m sure she does. I’ll go check." I opened the door as she approached my room. "Ah, there you are, almost ready, I see." She spoke loudly for his benefit. Sure, there I was, waiting on pins and needles for over half an hour and she announces that I’m "almost ready". She pushed me back into my room and closed the door.

"Let him get used to waiting for you. You shouldn’t act overanxious. Give him a chance to wonder what you look like without any distractions. Then, when he sees you, his cock will tear through his undershorts. You look ravenous, Dani, a living dream."

"I hope so. Is he cute? What if he doesn’t like the way I did my hair, or the color of this dress? What if it clashes with his suit? What If he doesn’t like me?"

"Don’t be such a worry-wort. He’s wearing a white dinner jacket and black tuxedo pants and cummerbund. Classy. Goes with everything you have on. You look perfectly fine. The smoke colored pantyhose with seams and the wide black belt match well with his outfit. He’ll adore you. From afar, you look innocent and demure in that short flare bottomed dress. Up close you look hot and steamy, ready to tear a man apart, a perfect companion for an up and coming (really appropriate adjective) young executive."

"Executives are boring. I’m in a fun mood. I thought he was an ironworker."

"He is, he is! Can he help it if that bachelor uncle of his owns the company where he works? Would you rather date some slug who will slave in a go-nowhere job for the rest of his life? This lad can take care of you. Be extra nice to him."

"I’m not marrying the guy, mom. It’s only a date. If he’s cute, I’ll seduce him!"

"Yeah, but if he likes you, you like him, you find out you two are compatible, yada-yada-yada and who knows! You could do worse. I hear he’s loaded. You could have your own penthouse and be on your own, out of my hair. Without an education, you need a man to provide for you so you won’t have to peddle jewelry on your feet forever. He knows you just became a ‘lady’. Maybe you’re his cup of tea. He may stake a claim on you, since you haven’t done the circuit yet. Some men like their ‘girls’ ‘uninitiated’."

"I can’t believe how you talk, mom. We’re doing this to seek revenge on guys like him. Remember? I don’t want to settle down yet, and certainly not with some macho stud bull who’ll keep me on a tight leash. I want to live a little and see the world.

I’d like to stick with a gentle, tender lover like Rita is for a while. Maybe I’ll try to find a real woman, like Laura, who can appreciate a delicate man like me, not some ego freak with his brains in his B.V.D.’s. Don’t you want grandchildren? Last I heard, it takes one of each gender to make babies. They haven’t broken the code yet, for same sex lovers to have kids of their own, mom. I wish they did, then I could get pregnant myself."

" Dani, If I want kids, I’ll adopt them, and so can you if you marry the right kind of man. You can apply for an official change of gender, then get married. It’s legal in some states. You can live completely as a woman for as long as you’d like."

"That requires total sexual reassignment, mom. Dr. Samuel advised me of my options, and I’m not getting anything chopped off quite yet. I like things just the way they are, thank you. You’d like me to go all the way, wouldn’t you, so your swishy son would become the daughter you never had. Well, forget it. This is as far as I want to go."

"Keep your voice down. Do you want him to hear? If he finds out you aren’t planning reassignment, he’ll never let you out of his grasp. He’s gay! With him, you are perfect just as you are. Good thing I had Samuel slip in that flexible bit of plastic. You couldn’t get it up without it. Now, he’ll go crazy over what he finds in your panties."

"He’s waiting. Shouldn’t I be going now, mother?"

"Yes, but calm down. Don’t let him see that we were only chatting. You look worth the wait. Remember to enter the foyer gracefully with your hand out to one side like Rita showed you." I opened the door and walked down the hall, gathering courage along the way. Mom was right on my heels, like a mother hen should be.

"Wow, you look beautiful!" He stood up as I entered the room. He reached out his hand and ignored mom’s attempt at a formal introduction. "Hi."

"I’m very pleased to me you too, Kent. Mom and Laura told me so much about you. I could hardly wait to meet someone who can build skyscrapers." I clucked my tongue, so he’d know I was only jesting with him. He blushed, anyway.

"She told me a lot of nice things about you, too. You sell jewelry, is that right?"

"I did, but had to take some time off. I hurt my back."

His face reddened. "You should sue those jerks! Would serve them right for making you hurt yourself on the job. If you worked for me, I’d have guys around to protect you. Girls, shouldn’t have to lift things and get hurt."

"I was the guy who lifted things so girls wouldn’t have to when I hurt my back."

"Oh yeah. For a moment I forgot. You look so natural. How long ago was that?"

"Just a month." I looked at mom for what to say next to fill the pregnant pause.

"Hadn’t you two better be leaving? What time is the party supposed to start?"

"Oops, You’re right. It’s nice to have met you, Mrs. Langley. I’ll take good care of your daughter and have her back home at a decent hour. I have to get up for work early in the morning, myself. You can expect us back somewhere around midnight."

"Have fun, and don’t worry about the time. Dani is old enough not to have to worry about curfews. She’s an adult in the eyes of the law. Right, dear?"

"Yes, mom, and I’m old enough to know it isn’t wise to lead a guy on by staying out late on the first date. He might try to take advantage of me." I hope he caught the hint.

As soon as the elevator door closed, he had me in his arms and kissed me hard. His hand was on my breast and tweaked my nipple as his tongue darted between my lips.

When I recovered from his swift action and relaxed, head swimming from this dreamy stud’s powerful arm around my waist, his one hand grabbed my crotch, while his elbow hit the stop button on the elevator. What a hunk!

"God you are a hot lookin’ bitch! I was expecting a bow-wow. Most TV’s in the early stages look like shit. They must have spent a fortune fixin’ you up. Your face is gorgeous. Do you suck cocks with those puffy lips yet? Anybody trainin’ you?"

"Un, yeah, sure. Can’t we wait until after the party we’re supposed to go to?"

"What for. Get on your knees. I ain’t had a good blow job in weeks."

"We just met! I’m not ready to do that for you! I hardly know you!" WHACK!!!

"Tough shit. I ain’t interested in wasting a lot of time holding hands. I was told you could suck dick like a pro. If you wanna play games, we can go right back up and forget about this date. Take your pick. Get down on you knees or back up we go. I’m too fucking hot to play games." He pushed down on my shoulders roughly.

If I called his bluff, mom would have a fit, so I dropped to my knees as he unzipped his trousers. He whipped out a cock that had to be over two inches across. It was soft, and hung down in a sharp arch. It was at least twice the size of mine, before the hormones started to make mine shrink. I had to look up at him and approach the end of it from underneath as his swarthy arms kept me from grabbing his cock in my hands.

"No hands, just use your lips. I’m gonna show you something magical." I took the head of his impressive cock between my lips and raised my head, letting more of the shaft pass between them until the curve of his cock negotiated the similar curve of my throat. As I sucked, the cock grew, filling my mouth completely, stretching my lips tight around it. His hand came around behind my head and held me firmly in place as his cock extended. Rita never did this to me. She always let me get used to her in my mouth before she plunged deep into my throat. She always set the pace. Yet, being forced was exciting!

His cock grew enormously near the base forcing me to open my mouth as far as I could, but was still as thin as when it first entered me at the head, which was still quite a bit larger than the head of my own cock. He didn’t stretch my throat, but fit in snugly. I wanted to take long sucking, gentle strokes, but found I soon couldn’t open my lips wide enough to let any of his cock come out without tearing them at he corners.

"Dog cock, Kent. That’s what they call me now. I’m great for any bitch in heat. Take it in slowly and don’t panic. Try breathing through you nose. Yeah, see, no problem. You got the hang of it. Now let me ride your mouth. I’ll let you know when I’m gonna let loose my load. You’ll have to hold your breath while you’re swallowing or you’ll choke. If you scrape your teeth over my cock I’ll have to hurt you. Just breathe through your nose nice and easy like. Scratch my cock, and I’ll crush your pipes."

His hands encircled my throat threateningly, then returned to the back of my head, and resumed rocking it back and forth with his cock stuffed deeply into my gullet. If I didn’t make any sudden moves, or try to pull off of his cock, I thought I’d be alright and not tear my lips at the corners. I could breathe, but not do much else. The pace and depth of his breathing increased, and he began to moan. "Oh, yeah. Roll your tongue around under it, baby. You suck good, real good. Yeah, like that. Give me your throat, get all of it down. Yes, yes like that. Suck harder, harder. Yeah suck real hard now!

"Ooh, that’s good. You got the talent baby, a real natural born cocksucker. Now, get ready for your reward. Kent’s gonna show you what drinkin’ pineapple juice does to spunk. Get ready to take a deep breath and hold it when I tell you to, because it takes me a long time to cum." His cock tasted good. I was thrilled by his manly dominance.

He continued to pump my mouth in those short strokes necessary because of the way his cock bulged near its root. The pace quickened, as did his moans.

"Now!" I took a deep breath and held it, just in time to feel the first spurt hit the back of my throat. The pulses of his cock were rapid but lasted what seemed to be an eternity as I swallowed, over and over to accept his sperm.

"Yes, yes, yes, keep swallowing. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. Swallow, swallow. Yes, yes, gulp it down. Suck it out of me. Yes, do it, baby. Oh, you’re so good, yes, you are. What a set of lips! Move them around, now. Squeeze down on my "dog lump". Yeah, more, squeeze it more. No! Too much! Yeah, that’s it, much better. As his pulses subsided, he became flaccid, and began to take longer strokes in and out of my mouth, enabling me to savor the richness of the sperm that clung to his cock.

Unlike Rita’s, his sperm was sweet. He let me lick at his unusually shaped cock and wonder at the tasty flavor of his sperm. He took out a hankie and wiped himself off. Then he slipped his soft cock back behind the zipper, and left his fly open. He lifted me up by the armpits and kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth.

"Gather up some spit. Let me taste it." He resumed kissing me and I let my sweet cum enriched saliva coat his tongue. "M-hmph." He broke off the kiss. "Sweet as honey. Best tasting cock in the world! How didya like it?" He still held me in his arms. The urgency in his eyes was gone, and his personality seemed to have changed.

"I don’t know. It was only the second person’s I’ve tasted. Pineapple juice?"

"Yup! You’ll never taste better. Drink it all the time to keep me sippin’ sweet. I’ll clue you about my weird dong, ‘cause I know you’re dyin’ ta find out. Got smashed blocking an extra point kick. Kicked me square on the edge of my cup and drove it into the base of my cock. When it healed, it scarred so that it swells like a dog’s when I get hard. If you think it was great when you had your mouth full, wait until I plug your ass with it. I can lift you right off of the ground with it and have you hang from it."

"Oh, God. Not here, I’m not so sure I can." The idea did sound enticing to me. .

"No, not here. I want to take you in bed, and send your pretty little ass to heaven. We haven’t the time now. We have to get to my uncle’s. I meant later. I can come back up to your place, can’t I? That woman, Susan, she seemed okay with it. I’d like to stop in for a while when I bring you home if I can. Is she really your mother?"

"Yeah, she is."

"What’s the deal? Your own mother’s transforming you into a girl? What for?"

"She wants me to know what it was like to be forced to have sex with men. Lots of men used her when she was young. She thinks I’ll understand how it was for her as a young innocent girl if I have to live as one for a while and be the object of men’s lust. It’s a long story and complicated. I have to do it. I made a dumb bet with her friend that I could get away without getting caught for a at least a week. I want to win that bet. If I don’t she’ll make me go away to college, and I don’t want to, yet. I don’t know what I want to choose for a career. She’ll force me do pick something I don’t want."

"Then, dressin’ up isn’t your idea? You have to do it? These big tits and all?

"Well, that part isn’t exactly true. Once I tried wearing girl’s clothes, I liked it and decided to have breast implants so I don’t look so much like a guy in drag. If I do, I’ll lose the bet. I even had liposuction done to give me a nicer waistline. I have to win that bet or mom’s going to pick out a school to send me to in the fall. Mom and her friend want me out of the way. I don’t want to go. Do I look like a girl to you?"

"You look perfect." I swooned. "If I didn’t check out your basket back at the top, when the door first closed, I’d swear you were a real girl. Glad you’re not. I like to play with what you have down here in your panties. It didn’t feel fake to me. Can I see it?’

"I’ll let you see it later. If mom is watching the lights over the elevator door, she can tell we stopped before we got to the parking level. She might be concerned because we’ve been here so long. She wants me to get out in public and practice passing for a girl. Unless we get moving, she may call for the building maintenance people to check why the elevator stopped. Can we go now? Please?"

"Oh. Sure. I forgot. Hey, I didn’t mean to slap you but they said you like it rough, so I thought that’s how you want to be treated. I could see you didn’t like when I hit you. I normally don’t treat girls like that. It’s been a while and I was hot to trot when I first saw you. You are perfect. My dream come true, Dani. I couldn’t wait. I’d have been showing hard all evening and my folks and coworkers are going to be at this shindig."

The elevator opened and he pointed out his car, a Mustang convertible. He opened the door for me, and I slipped into the seat with as much grace as I could muster. I didn’t want him to grope me in the parking area. The doorman can see everything on a monitor. After he got in on the other side, he put his hand on my crotch and squeezed my shaft.

"Don’t! The doorman has a video monitor. He can see us."

He looked around, guiltily, then smiled. "Ah, so what. He can’t tell what you have down there. It’s too dark here. Give the old fart a little thrill. He’s probably watched a lot more action. We haven’t the time to give him something exciting to remember."

The ride to the party was short. A valet parked the car at another high-rise, and we went right up. The doorman recognized Kent. We were waiting for the doorbell to be answered. "Oh, shit your makeup is smeared all over. I just noticed."

A middle-aged woman opened the door. "Kent! It’s about time you got here. Everyone is waiting. When are you going to grow up and start acting responsibly."

"Sorry, mom. I couldn’t find my keys. Then I lost Demi’s address. Demi, this is my mother, Rose Forrester. Mom, this is Demi Langley."

We exchanged handshakes and she led us into the suite. "You two must have had trouble fining the keys for some time. Demi needs to freshen up before meeting the other guests. Kent, you’d better stop first too." Half my lipstick was smeared over his face.

She scoped me out like a lioness sizing up her prey while I wiped off and redid my lipstick. "So, where did Mr. Studly pick you up? At a meat market?"

I turned and glared at her. "We met through Laura Overton. She’s a friend of my mom. I don’t get picked up, and would like to leave. Now! I happen to think your son is very nice, and he likes me. If that’s a problem for you, we’ll leave, right now, and you can say whatever you please to your friends. I’m sure he’d rather be with me, anyhow.

"He kissed me in the elevator on the way up. So what! He completely surprised me. I’m still a bit upset with him for it, although it was nice. He should have asked me first. I slapped him for it. I can see where he got his bad manners."

"Touché, my dear." She extended her right hand and we shook on it. "Let’s try to be civil. I won’t make a scene about Kent’s total lack of consideration for the other guests if you try to keep him from pawing you in front of them. Unfortunately, I know Kent too well. He dates a girl a few times and moves on. He’ll make bold gestures of being captivated by you to impress us, but never stays with one girl for long. If you value your virtue, take my advice. Forget Kent. Seek a man with long-term interests."

"I can’t argue about it. I just met your son. I’ll heed your advice, and try to make him behave if he starts getting fresh. As for dating him again, I’ll have to wait and see how he behaves. I’m not keen on fighting with an octopus, myself. Deal?"

"Maybe I judged you too harshly. We’ll see. You look so trampy in that tiny dress, I could swear you were another one of those cheerleaders that chase after him ever since his football career began. If you expect to trap him into a marriage by sacrificing you honor, and getting into trouble, don’t hold your hopes to high. Both, his future football career and his likelihood of being a father both look very dismal. He’s sustained an injury that ended both with a single swift kick. Get my drift?"

"He mentioned something to that effect, right after we met. It must trouble him a lot to mention a subject of such gravity to a girl on his first date with her. Does he feel that much guilt over not being able to have children someday? Since I have no intention to be strapped down with a house full of infants for some time, it really doesn’t matter to me. I hope you aren’t disappointed, but I’m not interested. I haven’t even started college. Getting serious with a man, well, that’s out of the question. I agreed to accept this date with Kent at Ms. Overton’s request. That’s all. She’s a friend of my mother.

"By the way, how old is Kent? He should have lot of good years left in him to do his part in bringing up a house full of grandchildren for you to dote over."

"Twenty-three. Why do you really want to know?"

"I was wondering how old you are. You don’t look old enough to be his mother."

"Why, thank you! My husband and I married young. Trust me. You should take your sweet time before thinking of settling down. You’ll see what I mean in a minute or two. My husband George isn’t half the man I married back then. When he’s not drunk, he’s asleep. My son won’t become like him. I’ll see to that. I’m not thrilled about my son’s lack of interest in getting married, his accident and all, but I won’t stand by to see him to become a lazy lout like his father. If it weren’t for Henry, your host this evening, Kent would have no chance in finishing college. We’d better get back to the party, dear."

I nodded, checked my makeup for the fourth time and followed Mrs. Forrester out into the living room where two dozen people congregated in clusters. She took me by the hand and we made the rounds. I liked the way the men tried to look through the thin cloth of my dress and the women tried desperately to look unimpressed. I spotted Kent talking to a tall gregarious man who was the center of attention across the room.

"Ah, Rose. Bring the girl over. Let us have a look at her. My, my! She is lovely." I liked the man instantly. "Kent certainly has taste. Allow me to introduce myself: Henry Higgins. I’m sure Rose has already warned you about me. If Kent looks away for an instant; I’ll steal you away for myself. Welcome to my humble home, miss----.

"Demi Langley" chimed Kent. I could tell Kent was nervous. The man’s eyes devoured me. His confident stare was arousing me. He must have a powerful hold on the lives of everyone here. Kent looked jealous, and that made me feel good inside.

"You’ll have to share her attention with me, Kent. I want to know all about her, so please allow me to change the seating arrangements for dinner. Miss Langley will sit to my right, and you may sit to my left, Kent. Rose, you sit can where Demi would have sat, next to Kent. Everyone else’s seat remains the same. Let’s all be seated. The soup is probably gravy by now, but such a delightfully charming princess was worth the delay."

The cold daggers from Rose’s eyes would have killed me if they were real. Our host took pleasure in her displeasure at being pushed aside to give me the seat of honor, next to the host. Her husband smiled wanly as he took his place. He too took joy in her discomfort for some reason. She was fuming! I was smitten.

Throughout the meal, Mr. Higgins pumped me with questions about my meeting Kent. He wanted to know more about Laura. He knew of her and had studied the design of a few of her buildings, but never had the pleasure of meeting her, personally. I promised to try to arrange an introduction. They were a lot alike. Maybe he could entice Laura to go straight and leave mom alone. I never saw such a powerful man in action, before. Every word he said hung in the air while his guests tried to seek a way to capture the floating words and respond in a way that would improve their images to their host.

I spoke as little as possible and sat demurely admiring this vibrant personality. I looked at Kent occasionally, when our host’s attention was directed elsewhere, which wasn’t often. Mr. Higgins’ aura mesmerized Kent, too. When I glanced around the room, I sensed envy everywhere. Mr. Higgins was spending too much of his attention on me.

I grew uncomfortable from their obvious envy. After dinner, the men all went out to the terrace to smoke. It wasn’t half the size of Laura’s terrace. Kent stayed behind and rescued me from the idle chatter of the women who all seemed to wish the floor would open and swallow me. They tried to ignore me as best they could without being callous.

He whispered to me. "Let’s go out for some air. It’s stuffy in here."

I whispered back. "You can say that again. I feel as if they are all going out to buy voodoo dolls of me in the morning. If I’m found dead, you’ll know why."

"They are always like that. They hate each other more than you. They can’t hate you yet; they don’t know you. They only hate those who might stand in their way."

"If they all like me, they have a funny way of showing it."

"What do you care? I like you. That’s all that matters."

"Do you? Or are you just happy I helped pull off your little charade?

"Both. You got Henry’s attention. If I work hard, I may be able to go back to college and get my architect’s license in a few years. I lost my football scholarship when I got hurt. My folks can’t afford the tuition. Dad’s a boozer. Mom fritters her money away. My job with him is the only thing I have going for me. She had Henry hire me when I got out of the Service. Good thing the college covered my medical bills, or I’d really be up a creek. If I keep my nose to the grindstone, and ignore the way he treats her, he’ll advance me the tuition to get rid of me and have free reign with her."

"Nice people you associate with."

"Look who’s talking. At least I don’t have to go around looking like some fashion bimbo! I hung on to more of my pride than you. And I lost more than you did, trust me. "

"So, that’s why you introduced me as ‘Demi.’ You’d better take me home."

"What? Wha’id I say?"

"You told your mom my name was ‘Demi’ ‘cause I look like that fashion model!"

"Wrong! I had a friend named Dan that mom found out about, that’s why!"

We looked at each other and giggled. We both realized I jumped to the wrong conclusion. "Sorry!" Little did she know Kent just found another friend named Dan. He was a fast thinker. He should have cautioned me. She could have put two and two together and search for some imperfections if he called me "Dani".

"Watch it, here comes mom, now."

"You made quite an impression on Henry, Demi. He wants to know if you two are available to join him for lunch sometime this week." Her words were like icicles. She was jealous as hell. I noticed she stressed our joining ‘him’ not ‘us’ for lunch. "Would you care to join me in the ladies room, dear? I must warn you about Henry Higgins."

"Of course, please excuse us, Kent." Instead of the lady’s room, we went outside of the apartment to the building corridor to talk in private.

"Look, you may be as innocent as a lamb, but you’d better be careful. If you agree to meet with Henry for lunch, he’ll play you against me, and I’ll have to discredit you to Kent and Henry somehow. Henry wants me to divorce George and live with him as a sex toy. I refused. I can’t hurt George any more after all he’s done for us. I made a lot of mistakes. Henry will try to force my hand through you. He’ll use you to get to me. He’ll even use Kent if he has to. He’ll use you like a pawn on a chessboard to make me crawl.

"After the way I treated you earlier, you probably don’t give two shits. I didn’t want kids, not even Kent. When I told George I had my tubes tied after Kent’s delivery, and couldn’t have more children with him; it drove him to drink. When Henry told him that Kent was his own son to make George want to divorce me, George went catatonic. He hasn’t been the same, since. He doesn’t work; he hardly eats, and sits around staring at the walls all day. Everything went wrong. His whole world crumbled and I’m to blame.

"Henry’s the man I should have married in the first place. It’s a long story. We all went to school together. I got pregnant and Henry denied being Kent’s father. George was naïve and asked me to marry him thinking Kent was his child. I gave him the opportunity to think he was the father after Henry spurned me. When Kent got hurt and lost is scholarship; I went to Henry for help. After all, he is Kent’s biological father.

"He gave me a job after I foolishly agreed to leave George and live with him if he’d send Kent through college. Henry told George. Henry’s waiting for one of us to give in and file for a divorce. Now that I realize what it did to George, I can’t abandon him.

"George now has what Henry should have had in the first place, my total loyalty. I’ll never leave him so long as he wants me. I really screwed up. If I had waited in the first place, Henry would have come around and done the proper thing by me. Instead I was foolish and tricked George into marrying me. If I divorce George now and go back to Henry, what good would it do? I’d be sacrificing George for Kent’s sake. I can’t do it.

"Henry’s apparent interest in you worries me. If you like Kent you should find a way to avoid meeting with Henry for lunch. I’m afraid he’ll make a play for you in order to hurt Kent. Henry can be very charming. Don’t fall for it. He spurned me years ago, because he wanted to remain single. I know he’ll never marry me if I leave George, just to spite me. He’ll remain single to have an open field to torment me more. He uses people. If you don’t like Kent, disappear, but stay away from Henry. I wished I’d never met that man. I loved him once, but he’s brought me nothing but grief from the first day.

"Now I’m at his mercy just to make ends meet. He loves that kind of power over people. If you don’t believe me, ask Kent about Henry. He can tell you about the others at dinner tonight. Henry has a hold on each and every one of us. He likes to bring us together to gloat over his power over us. He’s dynamic and crafty. He revels in making people squirm. He’ll do it to you, too if you give him half a chance."

"How can I respond? This is the first time I’ve met the man. He seems kind and intelligent. He’s courteous and considerate. I wish I could believe you, but after the way you acted when we first met, I won’t rely on the things you say about him. I can’t blame you for thinking I’m not good enough for your son Kent, but you could be concocting this outrageous yarn merely to scare me off. I can’t believe any of it. This is my first date with Kent. Do you resent everyone who shows the slightest interest in your son?"

"Mark my words. You’ll regret meeting Henry. I do."

Kent found us in the hall. "There you are! I was beginning to wonder if I was being abandoned." He came up and put his arm around my waist. His mother’s spine stiffened and she glared at us frigidly. "Shall we join the party, ladies?"

I let what she said register, and dismissed it as the ranting of a possessive mother. I was familiar with the breed. I had one at home. Kent’s revived attention allowed me to dismiss her words of warning. He wanted to know what we had talked about for so long, so I fibbed and told him she was bragging about her darling son, as all mothers do. I wouldn’t repeat to Kent the impossible story she revealed. It was far too unbelievable.

I wondered why a woman would be so willing to bare a gory history about her indiscretions with such openness to a total stranger. Unless, she is hiding something more which she isn’t willing to tell. Phooey! She had me going for a moment there. Why should I care? Kent was only toying with me, anyhow. He was enjoying a brief summer romance with a pretty ‘boy-girl’ who has the kind of sex organs he prefers hidden away.

By the end of the evening, I had almost forgotten his mother’s bizarre tale. As we were leaving, she squeezed my hand hard and told me to remember what she had told me.

I nodded politely and told her I would. Kent badgered me all the way home. He insisted his mother had told me something he should know. After trying politely to evade his persistence, I finally gave in and told him she wanted to warn me about Henry.

"She thinks he’ll make a play for me to upset you."

"You mean she’s jealous and thinks he’ll make a play for you to upset her. I know she’s sleeping with him. Why else would he hire me, sight unseen, with no experience? He put me in charge of thirty union men. It’s hard to ignore the men’s comments about her sleeping with Henry so I’d get enough field experience to understand heavy construction. When I got out of the service, Dad was changed. One day he asked me to stop calling him ‘dad’. Told me he wished I were his real son. I tried to tell him it I didn’t believe in rumors. I hear men at work claim Henry is my father. She tell you that, too?

"She wasn’t lying? I thought she was telling me all that, to scare me off."

"No one ever said it outright, but I heard many rumors. Thanks. Now I know for sure. George is a broken man. I think he figured it out long ago. About the time I started high school he started drinking. She used him to cover getting pregnant. He saved her having to run to her family. Lot of help they’d be. Half of them didn’t go to her wedding.

"I never met any of her brothers and sisters. They’re all white trash, the whole lot. Her mother only calls her when she needs something. I haven’t seen her in years, and don’t care. Mom’s a nut case. She barely can do her job. She worries about what people think of her, but she does crazy things, so people talk about her. I’d wish she’d keep her mouth shut. It’s a wonder either Henry or George put up with her. One of these days they’re both gonna bounce her out on her butt. I don’t know what I should do about it, if anything at all. I got problems of my own. Without college, I’ll never get anywhere."

"At least you have a plan, Kent. You know what you want. I don’t have the slightest idea of what I’ll do to support myself, let alone a family. We each have our problems, and we’re not alone. Our moms had their share of misfortune, too. We’ve got a lot in common. I thought I had it bad, until my mom told me what her youth was like." I snuggled closer to him in his car as we rode along. "I guess I have it easy by comparison. Mom coddled me. I wasn’t a big kid, so she didn’t let me do anything where I could get hurt. I liked being spoilt by her, so I never played ball with the other kids or climbed trees or any of that stuff. This adventure into femininity is her idea, to help me understand how women get abused and then make wrong decisions because of it. Your mother and mine should get together. Between them, they could write a book, a ‘best seller’

"I was doing okay as a kid. I had my childhood friends until we moved here. Then things changed. It’s harder to make friends with city kids. The kids here made fun of me because I talked differently. I spoke ‘southern’ when we first got into town. Took years to wear off. By that time, the kids all called me names. Doing what I’m doing now only made their name-calling come true. I can’t help it if nobody liked me. The guys and girls all shunned me. Now, after one month, since I started dressing up, I finally had my first sexual experience, with Rita, my transsexual nurse. Kent, it feels good to be desired. I feel better than I have in years. I even enjoyed what you made me do in the elevator."

I put my head on Kent’s shoulder, and closed my eyes. It never dawned on me that he wasn’t taking me home to make love to me. Before I knew it, he turned into a parking space and set the handbrake. I opened my eyes, but we weren’t in the garage of the apartment building. We were parked beside a lake with the moon shining down on the water. "We’re here. Do you want to relax and talk for a little while?"

I giggled. "Lover’s lane, huh? Nah, let’s make out, instead." I wanted him to fuck me. "We can talk all we want over breakfast. That is, if you want to spend the night with me. Mom said I should encourage you to make love to me. I think she expects us to. So, why don’t I just ask you to spend the night with me? You could make good on your boast and I’ll let you make me hang from your ‘dog cock’ if you want."

I put my hand on his bulge. It was growing in my palm. "I wonder if real girls feel like I do now. Does touching a man’s cock make a real girl feel all itchy inside? My nipples feel hard as pebbles. If I suck you off again will you play with them for me while I do it, Kent? Got any pineapple juice left in here? I’m thirsty." I grabbed his sac.

"If you want, I’ll give you all you want to drink, Dani, but first, I want to see what you’re hiding in your panties. You promised to show it to me."

"Please call me Demi, or you might forget yourself and confuse your mother if you refer to me as Dani. I like the name: ‘Demi’. Maybe I’ll change it." His hand snaked under my short skirt, and started to feel around the insides of my thighs. I shivered and hugged him harder. He moved my panties aside and removed the pad that enclosed my shriveled cock. As he played with it, I could feel the slick covering his fingers. I was so hot I was leaking pre-cum. He brought his hand up and placed two fingers into my mouth. I sucked on them, making cooing sounds. He returned his hand to find my small member was responding to his gentle touch. He brought his hand back up, but took his fingers into his own mouth, and then kissed me. His lips were slick with my juices. We kissed and hugged and played with each other’s cock for a long time. It felt fabulous.

He moved around, and put his head down on my lap. He turned his head and let my cock slip slowly between his lips. I tensed. This wasn’t Rita fulfilling her assignment by training me. He was sucking my cock because he wanted to do it. He wanted to please me sexually. It felt wonderful to have someone show me such total affection by debasing himself, committing an unnatural sexual act. We were ‘practicing gay sex’, and I loved it.

As he continued to lavish my little cock with his lips, he placed an extended finger between my clenched buns. He was getting me hotter with his hand down there, and I could feel my ass muscle pucker of its own accord. I wanted him inside me, but not here in his car. I wanted my first denouement by a man to happen in my bed, without fear of being discovered by the police or strangers. I shuddered at the thought of a gang rape.

"Take me home, Kent. Take me home and fill me with your manhood. You’re my first real man. Rita was only preparing me for you. Lots of girls help each other like that. I suppose. It’s not the same. That was gentle, girl sex. You’re so big and powerful and handsome, I need you. I’m yours if you want me. Will you take me home and fuck me?"

"Let’s do it here. I’m ready. There’s plenty of room. All you have to do is lean over the back of the seat. Besides, I’d feel funny with your mom around. I could lose the urge in your house with her listening nearby. Here, I can hump you for hours."

"Oh, Kent. What if someone sees us? The police can arrest us for it here. I want you to take my virginity in bed, in my bed. Mom won’t interfere. She’s looking forward to it, my first encounter with a man. That’s why she had Laura introduce us. They expect us to have sex together. If we don’t do it there, they may think I’m lying to them when I tell them what they want to hear. I want to tell them that sex with you was fabulous. I want it to be fabulous. I’ll make it fabulous, if you come home with me, I promise."

"You promise? You’re not saying that just so I’ll stop, and then brush me off when we get to your place, are you? That’s happened to me often. That’s why girls turn me off. They make all kinds of promises they don’t intend to keep. Guys don’t make phony promises. Leastwise none ever have to me. We men don’t need any commitments to have sex. We do it for the sheer pleasure, right?"

"Right. Take me home and fuck my ass for the pure pleasure of it, yours and mine. My nipples are soooo hard! Oh, Kent, please take me home now! I want you, need you, to fill me with that powerful ‘dog cock’ of yours."

He got up, started the car and drove home like a maniac. All the way, he played with my small cock. All the while, I played with his swollen "dog cock". Cars that pulled up alongside of us at stoplights watched us kiss and grope each other. Twice a car behind us had to blow his horn, so we start moving when the light turned green.

We could hardly wait for the door of the elevator to close before we shared one long kiss, all the way from the garage level to the penthouse. The house was dark when we got there, and we went directly to my bedroom suite. We stripped off each other’s clothes in a frenzy. When I was naked, I got down on my knees and under his bent prick.

"Take my head and force that lovely swollen cock down my throat, Kent. Make me suck you off like you did in the elevator. I want you to be able to last a long time when you ram this thing into my backside. While you recover after I suck you off, I’ll get dressed up in something delicate and sexy for my first fuck with a real man."

Without further encouragement, he slowly urged his cock down my throat. His prick was already swollen, and I thought my lips would tear from the girth of his "knot". My lips were stretched wider than they’d ever been, but his hands held my head steady as his entire cock slipped into my open mouth. Rita never made me feel this way. I loved it!

I tongued the underside, flicking the tip of my tongue back, to excite the ridge of his corona. He immediately came in a torrent. I gulped down his sweet seed as he threw his head back and growled: "YESSSSSS!" He held my head firmly in his hands and rotated it slowly, so his cock’s bend was doing strange things inside my throat. His cock continued to spew the contents of his balls deep into me. "ARGHHHHHHH! Squeeze my cock with your mouth. Close down on it and squeeze the lump with your lips!"

When I increased the pressure on him with my tongue and lips, he pulled back. His cock emerged with a loud "POP!" He then stuck half of it back in and rummaged it around inside of my open jaw. "Use your lips, girl! Suck on the head and squeeze out every last drop! When I pull back, try to keep the head in your lips. Yeah, that feels gooood! Keep sucking like that. Put your hand between my legs and play with my nuts, as you clean them out. Suck ‘em dry, so I’ll last longer when I fuck your assssss! Yeah!"

When he could stand no more, he pulled out and drew me up to share a long hard kiss. His tongue searched for mine and drew back his own juice from within me.

His cock brushed against mine, sending wonderful sensations coursing up and down my spine. His hands found my breasts and cupped them as our lips did a dance of love together. He broke our kiss and planted a kiss on my left nipple. His free hand went down to my crotch and cupped my sac. He tenderly squeezed me a few times and moved our entwined bodies closer to the bed.

Turning his back to the bed, he sat down and took my cock into his hot, eager mouth. His panting floated over my trimmed pubic hairs. I leaned back and let him pay homage to the last vestige of my masculinity. I grew tense in short order, my fires raging within, causing me to release my meager ejaculate within his mouth. I wished I could have held out longer, but his mouth was so thrilling, I spent totally. He pulled me down to my knees and let me have a taste of my own seed by placing his furrowed tongue between my lips and retracting it after allowing it to flatten. The load held in the tongue cup he proffered was left inside my mouth for me to savor.

He toyed with my nipples as I knelt before him. I threw my arms around him, and held him close, running my hands over his hair covered arms and shoulders. He was so much broader in size, that I could not reach my arms around him. We kissed and pecked at each other for sublime minutes. Finally, he raised me up and stood up before me. With both hands, he placed my arms on either side of his neck. Instinctively, I joined my hands together behind his neck and kissed him again.

He lifted me up in his arms, with my hands still clasped behind his neck. He carried my like a groom on his honeymoon, crossing the threshold into the bathroom. Once there, he turned on the shower and we bathed each other in the warm flow of ten gentle showerheads, soaping every nook and cranny of our bodies.

After toweling each other dry, he left me alone to fix my makeup. As soon as he closed the door, I douched, douched, and douched again, drying my mussed and tangled hair and repairing my makeup in between hurried bowel purges. When I was confident that I was squeaky clean, inside and out, and my hair was dry and brushed neatly around my face, I chose a pair of crotchless fire engine red panties from the drawer. I had put them there days ago in hopes of having the occasion to wear them soon.

The matching underwire bra with its demi-cups and a short boa trimmed sheer bed jacket followed. I was a gorgeous looking piece of womanhood, about to offer herself to a handsome, sexy man in the most primitive way. I took a deep breath and turned to the door. I shut off the bright lights in the bathroom, before entering the bedroom. The nightlight in the base of my bedside lamp cast a romantic glow about the room.

Kent sat in the big stuffed chair next to my bed. He was wearing a short silk smoking jacket and nothing else. "I found this jacket on the chair. It was obviously meant for me. It wasn’t here earlier; I’d have seen it. I also found some condoms and lubricating gel on the table. Someone put these things here while we were showering. My guess is that your mom knows you didn’t come home alone and wants you to relax and enjoy sex with all the appropriate precautions. Can you lock the door? I don’t like interruptions."

"I don’t think anyone will bother us, but if it pleases you, I’ll lock the door. Mom or Laura can still open it with a safety key, when it’s locked, so it won’t matter. They can come in, if they want to watch us. Would you mind having an audience? They watched Rita take me the first time. Their being there added considerable spice to the occasion. They have no reason to interfere. What makes you think they would? I walked up to him, swaying my hips like a girl, taunting him with my breasts and cock on display.

I sat on his knee, making sure my weight was borne more by the chair. I toyed with his soft cock, trying to bring some life into it, so he’d stop talking and start doing. He didn’t seem interested in having sex yet. His gentle stroking of my neck indicated he wanted to take his time, to let me get to know him better. His warm smile, and his finger touching my nose indicated he only wanted to cuddle for a while, so I took my hand off of his cock, and ran my fingers through his hair to show that I understood. He seemed more interested in cementing our relationship and continued talking. His voice lowered as if he wanted to tell me more about himself

"I don’t want any surprises, like photos being taken of us while I’m fucking your soft round ass. I already know what it’s like to be blackmailed. Women are cruel bitches. Nothing gives them more pleasure than taunting men with empty promises or with threats of public exposure for doing what should be a private shared experience between two people that enjoy each other’s bodies. They’ll use sex like it was only meant for tricking and exploiting us. That’s why they get all dressed up sexily: just to tease men. They enjoy playing around with our minds more than the pleasure of mutual physical gratification.

"It’s nicer to hold someone like you all dressed up for sex like you are now. You don’t have any ulterior motives. You’re willing to deliver what your clothes promise a man, nothing more. We don’t need to do any more than hold each other. I find men are more trust-worthy than women. I’d rather be with you like this than with any woman "

"Do you think I’d want to exploit you?"

"No, not at all, but your mom or her friend might. If my mom got a hold of pictures of me having sex with you with your true gender showing; well there’s no telling what she’d do with pictures like that. That’s why I wanted to do it in the car, not here.

"Demi, my football injury was no accident. I was already on the ground and the play was whistled dead when I got kicked in my groin by my own teammate. The guy that kicked me saw snapshots of me in bed with his fiancée, fucking her. She set me up, that bitch. Had her hooks into the guy. Wanted to show him that his two-timing her can work both ways. He took his anger out on me, instead.

"My football career ended, my college scholarship was pulled because I incited his revenge, and I spent close to a year in a hospital before my two year stint in the army all because some bitch wanted to use me to show-up her boyfriend for fooling around behind her back. Broads are rotten.

"She ruined all my life’s plans just to flaunt her ability to get any man into her bed, so her boyfriend wouldn’t wander. The asshole made sure she wouldn’t be able to sleep with me again. What good did it do? She could find another guy if she wanted one.

"Worst of all, she dumped him, anyway. He was banned from college football for his flagrant foul. Cost him almost as much as it did me. Everyone turned against him for injuring me. Cost him his scholarship. Cost the school the game and maybe the season’s championship. All because his girlfriend was so possessive, she had her roommate take Polaroid’s of us fucking and left them where he would find them. I didn’t know they were engaged. She made her play for me so obvious, I couldn’t pass it up. "

"I’ll never trust another woman. Why should I when I can have someone like you? You understand how a man feels. You’re prettier than most girls are, you can kiss better than any girl can, and I already know you suck cock better than any girl does. You made the women at the party seethe with envy tonight. What more could a man want?"

"Oh, Kent. Please don’t say anything more. It sounds like you want me to be faithful to you. I can’t promise you that. Looking like I do is only temporary. Let me explain." I talked for an hour. I told him how it all started with my sore back from standing on my feet all day and bending over wrong while stocking inventory at the store. I explained about the bet with Laura, and he tried to point out how she used the opportunity to trick me into wearing the corsets.

"That’s how they start, Demi. They use innocent little tricks to fool you into thinking you have to follow some innocent suggestion. Once you give in and start, they eventually trap you into doing whatever they want. You’ll see. They’re all the same."

"But, I like it. I’m finding out what it’s like to be a woman. That’s the whole idea. Mom wants me to understand why she despises men. So she’s having me experience being a girl myself to learn firsthand how badly men treat girls. She feels just like you, only from the opposite perspective. She can’t trust men, because they used her, just like that girl used you to punish her fiancée for fooling around. People are people, regardless of their sex, and some are bad, but not all people. She’s wrong, but I can’t tell her that with only a month’s experience. I didn’t want to wear girl’s clothes at first, and admit they tricked me into it, but I don’t care about being tricked into it.

"Now that I’ve tried it for a month, I love it! Wearing sexy things like this outfit to bed every night feels right to me! Wearing sexy undies under my pretty dresses every day feels wonderful, too. And, these implants: God, they make me feel like a real woman. I doubt if I’ll ever feel the same about wearing men’s clothes again. They don’t fit in with my personality anymore. I like being soft and delicate. I don’t want to go back to trying to be macho all the time. That isn’t me. This is the real me."

" Do you want to go all the way and have surgery to remove your genitals, too?"

"No. I want kids of my own someday. Switching plumbing would deny me that."

"Good. I’m glad. Getting surgery to make you into a complete woman would probably make you like the rest. You’ll become crafty and sneaky. I like you the way you are. Keep this thing. It makes you special." He grasped my cock, stroking it gently. I could feel him pressing against the flexible insert that enabled me to achieve some degree of firmness. Without it, I doubt if I could ever be hard again. The increased hormones Dr. Samuel was feeding me lately was making an erection more difficult and less frequent.

"How would you feel about my not being able to get hard or ejaculate, someday?"

"What? Not have any orgasms? Why would you want to do that? How could I give you pleasure? I’d feel guilty if I couldn’t give you as much pleasure as you give me. It wouldn’t seem fair to take advantage of your willingness to please me without being able to give you any pleasure in return. Sex is meant to be shared by two people who care for each other. What better way to express your feelings? Sure, I have pure animal urges like every other guy, but every time I slept with a girl, I either regretted taking advantage of her without really caring about her later or she only let me make love to her for some sinister purpose. I don’t want you to feel I am using you, Demi. That first time you gave me your honor in the elevator was a mistake. Your mom’s friend suggested that you’d be disappointed unless I took charge right away and showed you who was boss. "

"Sure, they wanted me to find out how ‘all men abuse girls and take advantage of them’. You only helped her prove her point. That’s why she suggested you be forceful.

"Fine, I discovered that men will take advantage of a girl if given the opportunity. They’ll probably tell me that you’re a typical man, only out to ‘dip his wick’ in every hole he can find. If we didn’t take the time to get to know each other better, their plan would have worked. Instead, I think you are dependable, trustworthy, very considerate and handsomely attractive." I took his cock back into my hand and stroked it.

"I don’t think all men are lecherous like they do, nor do I think all girls are sinister like you think they are. I think you don’t want to use this ‘dog cock’ on me until I beg you for it. Is that what you want? Do you want me to get down on my knees and beg you to fuck me? Or do you only want oral sex? I’ll suck you off again instead, if that’s all you want. I admit, I wanted to see what having sex with a masculine man was like, and if you are a sample of a typical man, I love it! But I don’t think you are typical at all, Kent

"You’ve been hurt, and I’m not referring to your physical injury. I mean that girl used you to get back at her fiancée, and now you think all girls are like her, so you prefer a boy like me who looks like a girl. I can fuck like one, and suck you off, but I won’t betray you like she did. Is that it?"

"She wasn’t the only one. A girl in high school tried to pin a paternity suit on me. We only had safe sex. She claimed something must have gone wrong. It was a good thing the blood test showed otherwise. She’s have had me if I had the right blood type. Another girl claimed I raped her after her mother saw her skirt and underwear with blood on them at the wrong time of the month. Said I did it. I didn’t touch her. Someone else raped her."

"That only proves what a good catch you’ll make someday for some girl. She knew the louse that raped her was no good. She probably wished it were you, and not the other guy. Maybe she was in love with you."

"Well, I still took the rap for it! She was dressed slutty and was all over me. She wanted me to fuck her, but I didn’t. I was too leery about her after the recent phony paternity claim against me. How do you prove you didn’t have sex with someone when you were the guy out on a date with a girl all evening and you brought her home?

"Her own brother raped her that night, long after I left. Her mom caught her trying to clean the blood off of her skirt. What was she supposed to tell her? Her parents never found out the truth. The bitch never snitched on her brother. They still think I did it. He’s a big shot now. No one would believe he once raped his kid sister."

"Don’t you see? It proves what I’m trying to say. There are good people and bad people. It doesn’t matter what a person’s sex is. You’re as wrong about all women as Laura and my mother are about all men. Members of the opposite sex that you cared for hurt you all. That doesn’t mean all people of the opposite sex are all bad."

"No guy I was attracted to ever hurt me the way those girls did. That’s why I don’t try to get close with girls anymore."

"But, guys did hurt my mom, and Laura, too. That’s why they are lesbians. Don’t you see what I’m driving at? Your mom feels the same way about Henry. A guy hurt your mother too. She was lucky. She found a guy who didn’t hurt her and married him."

"Yeah, look what that got him! She’s sleeping with Henry, and George walks around talking to himself. Is that what you expect me to do? Marry some girl who will spread her legs for every guy in town except me? No thank you! George deserves a better break. Mom should divorce him. Give him half a chance. Maybe some guy will take compassion on George and give him something to live for."

"Take a look around, Kent. Most men and women are happily married. They have wonderful lives raising kids and living like people should live, devoted to one another staying with one partner. We’re the exceptions. You know damned well what we’re doing isn’t normal. Our circumstances led us to an alternate solution, that’s all."

"I’ve looked around. Go into a bar sometime and watch all those married people you’re talking about scouring the earth for some extracurricular sex. I’ve been ‘hit on’ by so-called happily married men. They know that guys like me understand other men better than women do. If they didn’t, they’d be chasing after women instead of me."

"Men can’t threaten other men with exposure or paternity suits like girls can, Kent. You’re blaming people for not wanting to take a chance of upsetting a carefully planned harmonious life over an occasional extra thrill. This arguing isn’t going to get us anywhere. My back is starting to bother me. Can we continue talking in bed?"

I pulled him up from the chair and put my arms around his neck. I still wanted him to make love to me before the night was over. I wasn’t getting anywhere by arguing with him. I pulled his head down and nuzzled my tongue into his ear.

"Sure, but first, I know I’m being overcautious, but would you mind if I put a chair under the doorknob? I still don’t want to take any chances."

"Oh, you are being silly. We’ve spent the evening together in a large group of people who know each other very well. I was the center of attention the entire evening. Don’t you think that at least one person noticed there was something unusual about me? After we left, the entire group probably spent the balance of the evening talking about us. By comparing notes, they eventually had to figure out what I am." I led him to the bed and sank down backward pulling him atop me.

"Shit! Why’d you have to say that? Now I’ve got to worry about mom’s reaction to my bringing you. She’ll make me pay for it somehow. She always does. And she liked you too! I could tell. You’re the first girl I’ve dated that she didn’t sneer at all night. For a while I thought dating you would make my life at home a little easier to bear. You have no idea how many times that woman tried to set me up with horrible dates with girls just like her. If she finds out you’re a transsexual, she’ll make my life miserable."

"Liked Me? Where were you all evening? She conjured up a fantastic story about how Henry is your father and will try to come between us. And you think she likes me?"

"Look. I told you my mother was weird! Let’s not discuss it. Shall we?"

He turned his back on me! How could he? Here I was, in my bed, all gussied up to have sex with him, and he turns his back on me! I talk too much. I upset him too much. At least he wasn’t getting dressed to leave. I blew it! My chance to find out what sex with him would be like was slipping through my fingers. I had to say something to get his mind on sex again. "I’m sorry, Kent. I promise not to talk about other people any more. Let’s only talk about you and me."

He turned over. "Not another word? Promise?"

"I promise." He pulled me across the sheets and kissed me.

"Look, we have a chance to share something beautiful. I like guys. I’m queer. Okay? It’s my life and I can choose how I want to live it. If you have to talk about how you got conned into becoming a beautiful girl that’s okay. If you want to talk about my mom’s guilt over the way she treats George, that’s okay, too. But, I don’t need to be convinced that I should try to find a real girl because they’re all not bad. I know they’re not. I know how I feel about it, too. I don’t want to change my mind. What I want is you, but not for a quick lay to satisfy my physical need for some hot sex. Maybe if the right girl came along, things would be different. You still have hopes of finding the right girl to become the mother of your kids. That’s great! Maybe that still will happen someday.

"I wish one would come along and sweep me off my feet. Instead, you did. I think you and I can make each other very happy. We both got conned into this date by your mom’s friend Laura. Her purpose was clear. She expects us to fuck like bunnies tonight.

"If we do, she’ll continue telling you how all men are rotten and treat girls, even pseudo-girls like yourself as garbage to prove her lesbian point of view. I’ll be helping her. I turned to men for sex because of the way every woman I tried to have a normal sexual relationship with acted in return. I wasn’t about to get married before having sex to find out the woman is entirely different than I expected

"I agree with you. Not all people are rotten. What difference does it make? Life with the wrong partner still ends up being a living hell. If I have my way and fuck you tonight, I’ll be supporting Laura’s theory, one that follows my own jaded outlook towards women. What should we do? Do you want to fuck and get it over? Tomorrow when we get up, we’ll regret it. I came back here with you to fuck your brains out, true. But now, I don’t know. I wish I had the nerve to get up and walk out of here, but if I do, I may never see you again. Is that what you want me to do? I don’t think so. So, I won’t leave yet, but I have to let you know how I feel.

"You’re fantastic! Beautiful! I want to hold you in my arms and hug you more than anything in the world. If I do, I’ll change my mind and do what they expect of us. Where will that lead us? You’ll still want to find the ‘perfect’ woman, and I’ll be brushed aside again. How would you feel if you think you finally found the ideal person to spend life with, and that person doesn’t feel the same about you?"

"Oh, Kent. Can you really feel that way about me? We’ve only met. This wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were only supposed to use me, debase me, like they said you would, like all men do. I’m a guy too! How can you be so sure that we could be happy together? This isn’t real. I’m only a pretend girl. Please, oh; please don’t tell me that you want to treat me like someone you love. I can’t be that for you. I can’t"

"Well, that’s how I feel. If I fuck you now, it’ll be to stake my claim, not to prove some idiotic point for your mother or her lover. I want you to know in advance that we’ll be making love, binding ourselves to one another. I won’t let you go back to being a man. I’ll do everything I can to keep you this way forever. Don’t expect me to fuck you and forget you, because I won’t. I’d rather not do what they expect, and then walk out of your life because it won’t be the truth. So if you want me----

I lost it. "Oh, Kent! I want you. Take me! Fuck me! Claim me! Make me yours!"

He took me into his arms and we kissed passionately. I ran my hands over his body as we embraced. I didn’t know how good holding another person in my arms could feel. He was forceful. I was putty, being molded to his desires. I wanted only to please him, satisfy him, and be everything he wanted me to be. I grasped his cock. And guided it between my legs. It was increasing in size and girth as it slid beneath my shrunken sac. As it grew in length, I clutched it tightly between my thighs.

Kent rolled on top of me. I looked up into his eyes and saw the look of devotion in his expression, not lust, but peaceful, loving devotion.

"Are you sure you want this? I won’t want you to ever leave my side if we continue. I doubt if I could walk away and leave you, anyway, but I won’t go further unless you agree that this isn’t a sudden fling that will end in the morning."

"Do it! Do it now! Make me yours!"

He entered me in one sudden plunge. "Arghhhhhhh!" It felt enormous. He split me open. I could feel my tissue tear from his thick cock. It was worse than my first pain with Rita, far worse. "Oh, oh. Kent! It hurts! It hurts bad!" He stopped moving and I held on to his back for dear life. "Please! Wait! It hurts too much! Stop! Please take it out! We need to use something to make it less painful. There’s a tube of gel in the drawer. Get it!"

He ignored me. I could tell he wasn’t in me all the way yet. His "knob" didn’t pass the tight muscle yet. I was too small for his entire cock. He slowly let his weight descend. I screamed in agony as his swollen cock sunk into my rear passage.

"ARGHIIIEEEEEEH!!!" Suddenly, he was inside. The pain was still intense. My passage was throbbing. The pain was consuming me, searing my insides like a branding iron. I clutched to him, afraid if I didn’t move with him, I would be torn apart by his cock. Slowly he lifted, and my body followed. His movement inside of me was minimal. I could feel the heat of my blood trickled down the cheeks of my ass.

He set me down again. I was attached to him as if he were a part of me. We could not be separated without causing severe injury. He moved, and my ass moved with him. He shifted his ass from side to side and mine followed as he lifted me. I had no control. If he got up, he’d drag me with him. He lowered me down again. My mind was clouding. I had to concentrate on something to evade the pulsing pain spreading across my nether regions. I was sure I’d never be the same again. I’d never be able to clutch my muscles to hold back gas or anything else from escaping from that passage. Maybe this wasn’t a wise decision, but it was too late. I was being torn apart by this gargantuan spear.

He plunged deeper into me. I could feel the knot move further into the passage as the torn muscle grasped at the base of his cock. It was better. The pain wasn’t as intense as it first was. I resumed breathing. I sucked in air in quick gasps, afraid to allow myself deep gulps of air in fear of moving too much. He pushed again and settled in as far as he could go. No words were exchanged. We both knew there was nothing more that could be said to lessen my agony.

He began to move, slowly at first, waiting for my body to relax and accommodate his mighty bloated baton. "MMMMMMM" The motion began to light a fire within me that I didn’t know existed. He increased the tempo of his rocking motion. My body rocked in unison with his cock, but the pressure on my ring of muscle moved in and out in consort with the thickness just inside.

He began to kiss me. My lips, my eyebrows, my nose, my ears, they all shared the signs of his affection, as his massive curmudgeon continued its invasion. The distraction of his kisses enabled me to become less tense. He was careful and deliberate. I didn’t have to be concerned with a quick motion that would renew another bout of agony like his initial entry. I encircled his spine with my legs and pulled him all the way inside.

As we rocked together like a single being with a sole purpose, a growing force from deep inside began to emanate, expanding, consuming me. Each thrust brought the sensation to a new level. Having him inside of me felt better and better with each new surge of his weapon. I was gradually becoming accustomed to having him fill me so completely. I’d be willing to spend my life with him inside of me, filling me like nothing else could do as long as the force within me continued to bring me such utter contentment. "Fuck me, Kent. Fuck me hard!"

His pace quickened. He soon reached a crescendo and began to ravish me. His cock drove deeper and the length of his thrusts became longer. He was pulling my body up, clear off the satin sheets. I hung on his "dog cock:" like a flag in a typhoon, flailing my arms about, unable to maintain control over the movements of my body.

Then he came, and came and came, and came. His seed filled me, squishing noisily, making loud farting noises as he continued to pummel his cock into me in rapid thrusts. It was his turn to scream out as his orgasm fulfilled him. The bulge at the base of his cock escaped my passage, only to re-enter it on his next thrust. I was reeling from the mixture of pain and pleasure his successive thrusts caused as his knot passed over the tight muscle over and over again.

He finally collapsed. We were covered with the sheen of our exertions. Out of breath, we lay in a clump, unable to move, panting, trying to regain control. After an eternity, he began to move again. His weapon was no longer an object of danger. It felt as small as it was after I sucked him off earlier in the night. It fitted comfortably in my rectal channel. I made no move to extract it form its warm haven.

We lay joined in the troughs of post-coital bliss. Neither of us wanted to move. My rump felt good holding him deep inside of me. I wiggled my ass under him and let my thighs rub up against the soft recess of his waistline. I admired his wedge-shaped torso. Unlike my own, his body showed little sign of excess weight. He was as masculine as I was feminine. A perfect match. His head descended to my breast. He could curve his spine, stay deeply entrenched in my butt and still reach my nipples. He sucked hard on one, and then the other.

Unlike Rita, he was in no hurry to get cleaned up after sex. He moved his torso from side to side, and his cock rummaged about within me. He was regaining an erection. He thrust slowly, not pulling back a lot. He didn’t want to escape my love nest. He continued to lavish my breasts with kisses. I held his head in my arm, running my fingers through his short golden hair. I pulled his head up by his chin and kissed his lips, gently. As the tips of our tongues touched, he parted his lips, encouraging me to venture in.

I let my tongue glance over his teeth, searching. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and parried with my extended tongue with his own. We cuddled like we were doing this for years. Everything was perfect. We were in complete harmony as our bodies molded to one another. No rush, just gentle petting while his cock began to pulse and gradually grow within me.

Before long, we were bucking up against each other again, joined at both ends, as my tongue dipped in and out of his mouth while his cock dipped in and out of my ass. The fantastic sensations caused by his swollen root passing back and forth across the tight ring of muscle caused my own organ to fill. With ever growing strides, we released our pent up passion again and rolled to one side, intertwined.

As our emotions ebbed, we held each other lovingly, unwilling to yield to our growing fatigue.

I awoke with his cock still embedded between my thighs. It must have slipped out as we slept. My short gown was matted with the evidence of our passion. It clung to me as if glued in place. Kent grunted as I pried myself from his grasp and slid out of bed, intent on using the bathroom. I was unable to stand up. My legs refused to work.

"Kent? Kent, wake up."

"Huh? What’s wrong?"

"I can’t stand up. My legs won’t work. Our sex must have done something to my back. Help me, I can’t get up!"

He churned, and rolled over, grumbling. Then, he suddenly bolted upright. "What did you say? Your legs won’t work?"

"No. They’re numb. I can’t seem to put my weight on them and stand up. Something’s wrong with them."

"Just charley-horses. You fell asleep with your legs around me. I was too tired to warn you what would happen. I thought you’d eventually take them off of me naturally, but I fell asleep, too. Sorry. Let me get your circulation going. You’ll be okay in a jiffy."

After having me put my legs back on the bed stretched out, he began to massage them vigourously. Feeling his massive hands rub over my nylon-covered thighs felt wonderful. His pace slowed, and he lowered his body over my legs and kissed my soft little cock. He took it into his mouth and lavished it, sucking gently, cleaning my night’s spunk from it licking it like a puppy. He looked funny down there, not very masculine. I had to giggle.

"Ticklish?"

"Not really. You look cute licking me like a puppy." He blushed and started to get up. I didn’t want him to stop. "Don’t get up. I like you looking that way. Do it more."

I watched him suck and lick me until my cock began to stir. He began to deep throat it with abandon. I laid back and let him bring me off. It felt marvelous, but his reward was meager. I must have used up everything I had during the night.

I pulled him up beside me and kissed him. Then, I got down between his legs and did the same for him. I licked at him like a puppy, and he giggled, agreeing with my earlier assessment. I ignored his taunts and took him into my mouth. The novel bulge at the base of his organ began to swell. I came off of his cock and let my lips surround the growing girth. With his rod extending my lips, I let it sink in with a pop. Using my hand to coax his load by playing with his balls, I got him off. Our night’s activities didn’t seem to diminish his ability to come again. He filled my mouth with his sweet pineapple flavored seed and I held it all in, not swallowing.

As his lump receded, I pulled off of his cock as soon as I could, stretched up and forced all of his juice into his mouth with an open-mouthed kiss. Surprisingly, he took it all, licking the inside of my mouth with his long tongue. "Delicious. Best juice known to man. Tincture of pineapple is the best breakfast drink in the morning."

"Egotist. I’ll bet mine would taste just as good if I drank pineapple juice every day. I think I’ll start today, but first I have to use the john."

My legs worked better, but I had a lot of trouble walking across the room. I barely reached the bathroom doorway when he swept me off my feet and carried me in. He set me down on the toilet, kissed me and turned to leave, as I released my bladder.

"Better use something besides toilet paper. You had quite a workout last night."

"Oh yeah! Whose fault is that? I should make you clean me up."

He turned back and went to the towel rack. "And so I shall!" He took the cloth, ran it under the water until it was hot. He took my hand and dragged me into the shower. He got down on his knees behind me and carefully washed my tender tush with the cloth. The soap stung as it seeped into the crevice and hit home. I suddenly felt like I was hit with a hot iron. "Ow!"

"You’ll live. Now shall we shower together or do you prefer some privacy?"

We soaped each other for what seemed like an hour, giggling, kissing and exploring. Our repast was interupted by loud hammering on the bedroom door.

"Time for breakfast you two! You’ll use up all the hot water!" It was mom. I knew it! She was going to gloat over my spending all night making love to a man. She sounded so pleased, as if what Kent and I did only accomplished some plan of hers.

 

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