Marlowe-Private Eye

The Case of the Missing Millionaire’s Wife

by Mr. Twister

 

As usual, my contact at the General American Insurance, Marsha Rawlings, was late and I had to pass the time pumping information from her assistant. I really didn’t mind since Tammy was a fine looking young lass with a set of huge knockers who often knew more about the questionable claim than Marsha.

I should explain that I’m Patty Marlowe, a private investigator, and sometimes I’m asked by insurance companies to assist them in their investigation of large claims. In this case, Tammy explained that a large life insurance claim had been made after the presumed death of Barbara Barton, the wife of a millionaire named Buzz Barton. Her boat was found bobbing unmanned at sea and he has filed a claim seeking payment.

I wouldn’t have gotten this job a couple of years ago when I was slender effeminate looking guy named Pat Marlowe, your typical private ‘dick,’ chasing the scum of the earth for a few bucks and a lot of risk. I needed to make a dramatic change and realized no one suspected women to be investigators. Several thousands later, I’m carrying a pair of 38's, as in DD tits that’ll suck your eyes out, and a concealed weapon that’s a ten-inch cock...before it gets excited. The surgery also did some minor adjusting of my waist, ass, face and voice while the ongoing hormone treatments maintain my attractive feminine disguise that allows me to do some real undercover and ‘under the covers’ work.

Just as Tammy was getting to the specifics, Marsha arrived apologizing for her tardiness and motioning me into her office as she said, "The surgery still looks good on you. Everything ok?"

"Better than you’d ever imagine, Marsha. You ought to think about a little supplement. It might give you a whole new outlook," I answered looking at her chest and knowing most of her shape was from her padded bra.

"You know first hand, Patty, that I’ve got other attributes," she answered as she sat down and I recalled how she easily inhaled all of my meat in all of her holes without a pause.

Marsha then explained the case saying, "Regarding the Barton case that Tammy mentioned, I have serious doubts. I’ll handle the forensics and the technical research, but I need you to see if Mrs. Barton has surfaced under an assumed name. From what I’ve learned, the Bartons had a marriage of convenience and both of them had lots of women as lovers. Maybe he got tired of sharing women with his wife and he killed her, maybe they decided to go their separate ways at our expense, or maybe she really died accidentally."

Marsha got up and walked over saying, "Here’s a copy of the file and try to keep your expenses reasonable, Patty," before she kissed me full on the lips and cradled one of tits. "Hmmm," she whispered, "Those feel so real, I just might surprise you. Stay in touch and let me know what you uncover."

After getting back to the office, I poured over the file looking for something that would guide my efforts in determining if Barbara Barton was dead or where she might be if she were alive. Based on the photos that showed Mrs.Barton as an attractive and very well built brunette who looked a lot like Brooke Burke, I was puzzled by Marsha’s explanation that the Bartons only had a marriage of convenience. Something didn’t make sense about the Barton marriage and this held the key to solving the disappearance.

Trying to unravel the mystery, I decided to learn more about Buzz Barton and his life after the loss of his wife and had Marsha arrange a membership at his country club since Mr. Barton spent most of his time there. After a bit of a shopping spree on the expense account for appropriate clothes, I started meeting and greeting at the club learning that Buzz and his current lady friend, Roxanne, spent time by the pool in the late morning. I spent the rest of the week by the pool making sure I was noticed by Buzz and Roxanne by wearing swimsuits that concealed but emphasized my sizable melons, and only smiling an acknowledgment but not having a conversation.

They were an attractive looking pair, he with his trim and well tanned body and she in a sporty short blonde Cameron Diaz look though her knockers were bigger. There wasn’t a great deal of physical affection between them so I suspected their relationship was more sex and companionship rather than love and marriage.

On Monday, I chose a terrific thin lycra burgundy suit with shoulder straps and plunging neckline that concealed everything but accentuated my terrific 38DD’s with a hint of my nipples and found a chaise next to Buzz and Roxanne.

She was wearing a bright blue two piece that gave some jiggle to her milky mounds when she turned and said, "Hi, I’m Roxy...and this is Buzz. I’ve been meaning to say hello."

"I’m Patty. I’m shy when it comes to meeting people so thanks for taking the initiative. I’m a bit out of practice. My partner recently died and it’s been difficult."

"Oh...I’m sorry to hear that. You’re so attractive that you won’t have any problems."

We chatted about ‘girl’ things which obviously bored Buzz and he headed for a swim while we talked. I had been correct about them as Roxy explained that Buzz wanted marriage and kids while she hung around for the gifts, the good life and some cash. The sex was quick and painless since Buzz was not well endowed and had a severe case of premature ejaculation. Sometimes, she giggled, she just had to lick the tip and he’d shoot his wad and be done for the night. She also confessed that she was ‘bi’ and would like to spend some time with me...if I was interested in that sort of thing.

I told her I would enjoy that just as Buzz returned asking if she wanted some lunch. Roxy invited me to join them and we sat down at one of the umbrella covered tables while Roxy filled Buzz in on the story I had fed her.

Buzz offered his sympathies explaining he had recently lost his spouse and seemed more than a bit interested in me and my large tits. I let him drool with the prospect of sucking on my melons while I learned about the trips he and his wife took in the Caribbean and South America, and Barbara Barton’s excellent boating skills. He only hinted at the marital difficulties and her unwillingness to have children which was a perfect opportunity to quell his obvious attraction to my 38DD’s my noting I was unable to have children. The rest of the meal was uneventful and filled with meaningless small talk.

As we returned to our chaises, Roxy whispered that she could get into the unused masseuse room in an hour and I nodded my acceptance. We spent some more time talking, then I excused myself and headed to the lockers where I replaced my bathing suit with a large, and long, bath towel then quietly knocked on the door.

Roxy peeked through the slight crack, let me in, closed the door and immediately began kissing me as she ran her hands up and down on sides before saying, "I couldn’t wait to do that. Feel my pussy," and she took my hand and shoved it into her gash as she continued, "I came when we kissed. You’re gorgeous," and she kissed me again and I could feel her cunt twitch as she had another orgasm and I kissed her back letting my hands massage her firm breasts. The was no doubt that Roxy was one horny lady and Buzz Barton wasn’t satisfying her sexual needs.

When our embrace finally broke, Roxy slowly undid her towel revealing her very firm and nicely toned body topped by her youthfully firm mammaries topped by small aureoles and tiny nubs for nipples and asked, "Like me?"

I gently cupped her melons and said, "Love you," and I kissed her.

"I didn’t know if you were into toys, so I brought a small one if you are," and she showed me a small pink dildo.

"I bring my own, Roxy, but why don’t you show me how it fits in your ass," I hissed.

"You’re nasty, Patty," and she sneered at me as she laid on the napping bed with her legs spread and began lubing it with the juices that were pouring out of her cunt. I could hear the squishing sounds as she fucked herself with the plastic dick and then she looked at me while she pressed the slimy fake prick against her asshole. As I walked to her, her sphincter relaxed and Roxy eased the whole six inches in just as I knelt between her legs and began licking and fingering her pussy. Her tiny clit was peeking between the folds of her labia and I carefully blew and sucked it sending uncontrollable tremors through Roxy’s writhing body as she clutched my head to her groin.

When she finally released my head I sat up and slowly lowered my towel exposing my glorious mammaries while I pinched the nipples into erection and softly said, "You like?"

"I fucking love ‘em, you tease. Let me show you," she answered, as she sat up and began suckling while she massaged the other with her hot hands. I held her head and ran my fingers through her hair as she alternated her oral and manual attention as I felt my cock swell with anticipation.

I sat up looking at her and said, "Now let me show you my toy," and I pulled the towel off letting my dick slap against her pubic patch as the tip smacked her abs. "You like?"

"I don’t believe it...It’s twice as big and twice as thick as Barb’s. I knew you were fucking special. Slide it between my boobs, Patty," and I gladly did as she squeezed her warm and soft breasts around my meat as it inched toward her mouth. I slowly fucked her tits letting her tongue and lick my reddened knob and pee slit. I kept her love hole moist with one hand but I knew Roxy really wanted my cock instead of my fingers so I slowly moved back until my knob was resting against her vagina.

"You want?" I asked.

"Abso-fucking-lutely," she cried and her hands grabbed my ass and slipped my erection into her cunt. "Deeper, you tease," and she helped me drive further into her vaginal canal. "Bury it," and her legs splayed wide as one hand moved to my pendulous globes pulling my nipples into greater excitement as she forced my tip through the cervix into her womb.

"You fucking mother," and she grabbed my gonads as her cuntal muscles rippled with another orgasm. "You got me off again. Let me suck your tits and help you catch up," and I leaned forward so Roxy to titilate my breasts with her mouth.

She had great technique and I could feel tingles of pleasure as she devoured my cantaloupes while I sawed back and forth hearing her soaking cunt make slurping sounds with each stroke. Her hands cradled my ass urging me to pound her gash faster and harder as she moaned with joy and her hips twisted and writhed so that the friction of our movements included her clit.

"I’m almost there, Patty! Don’t stop! My pussy is stuffed! Fuck...Fuck...Oh...FFFUUUCCKKK" and Roxy’s body began jerking in spasms of sexual pleasure as she slipped her hands to my gonads and squeezed while her cuntal muscles milked my rigid stalk.

The nipple teasing combined with the ball squeeze and the cunt massage took me over the top and my cum boiled out of my balls through my stiff love probe ejaculating against the walls of her womb and the two of us embraced with our melons glued together by our perspiration as our sexual release was completed.

Minutes passed before Roxy said, "That was the best fuck I’ve ever had."

"Better than Barb?"

"Better than Barb and Buzz combined," she answered,"And I had no idea you were hiding a python in your bathing suit. How do you do that?"

"Trade secret. I’d have to kill you if I told you," and we laughed and kissed again.

"Wished you’d shared it with Barb. She might still be around if you had."

"Huh?" I asked trying to pump the answer since I’d already pumped her pussy full.

"She didn’t hide it very well and Buzz was embarrassed by her ‘accessory’ except with really close friends," she answered.

"So what happened?"

"Don’t know...one day she was out on their boat and she disappeared."

"I’m sorry," and I kissed Roxy as a silent thank you from me and as a distraction so she wouldn’t realize what she had told me.

"Don’t be...Buzz seems okay with it and I’m definitely excited with you," and she squeezed her vaginal muscles around my softening intruder. "If you only had a pussy like Barb, you’d be perfect. Still...is that monster of yours ready for another round?"

"It’s really getting late and I’ve got tons to do. I’ll give you my number and we can make a date," and I kissed her one more time before I eased my flaccid meat from her soaking crack. "Later," and I wrapped the towel around my body and slipped out the door heading for a warm shower as I pondered the new information.

As the water cascaded over me, I surmised that Barbara Barton was a true hermaphrodite who’d been raised as a female. Buzz Barton’s love for her obviously did not include her extra sex organ. Was that reason enough for him to kill her was the question I need to answer.

The next couple of days I spent investigating the Bartons before their marriage and learned that Barbara’s maiden name was Stanton and she came from a wealthy family. As a kid, she was very athletic, but as she reached her teen years, she became more introverted. She’d been a bright student and very attractive but didn’t date and only had one or two close girlfriends. At college, she studied foreign relations and followed the same trend of being a loner who didn’t join a sorority or participate in the campus activities but did fall in love with boats and sailing.

Buzz’s parents were wealthy but lost most of it while he was still young. He was a nice kid who always avoided fights and conflicts but did enjoy girls and dating. He’d started as a pre-med but couldn’t handle biology dissections which made him nauseous so he changed to business hoping to restore the wealth of the Barton clan. When he graduated, Buzz landed a job with one of the Stanton companies and that’s where he met his future wife. When they married, the Stantons gave them enough stock that Buzz became the CEO and he was welcomed into the family like a son. Combined with her trust fund, they were instant millionaires.

From what I had uncovered, Buzz didn’t seem like a guy who could or would kill his wife, and there was no doubt that he didn’t want to lose the good life he’d enjoyed since his marriage. Further, he was not the sailor in the family and didn’t feel comfortable on a boat. If he had hired a hit man, the boat would’ve been destroyed and that wasn’t the case. Instead, I now suspected that whatever happened was carefully conceived and Buzz might be the innocent victim in Barbara’s disappearance.

I called Marsha hoping to discuss my observations and explain my next moves, but had to leave a voice mail since she was ‘on assignment’. I was puzzled that she wasn’t available so I called back and spoke to Tammy who assured me everything was fine. Her boss had given her the authority to approve my activities and Tammy would inform Marsha of the progress I’d made.

My sights were now set on Barbara Stanton Barton and I contemplated her motivation and thought process. As I reviewed the facts, a logical explanation began unfolding, and I packed my bags for a trip to Brazil.

On the long flight, I reviewed my notes. As a foreign relations major, Barbara Barton knew there was no extradition agreement between Brazil and the U.S. and this provided her shelter from any illegal activity. If she had staged her disappearance, she could be prosecuted for a felony in this country but was safe there. I suspected Barbara wanted to repay Buzz for marrying her and knew her ‘death’ would end the marriage allowing him continue his life style, and her parents, after a period of grieving, would still have Buzz as a ‘son’.

Just as important, Brazil was a hotbed for transsexuals and access to clinics that were proficient in gender re-assignment surgery. Barbara had been born with both sex organs and leaned to the male side until her female hormones kicked in and she couldn’t hide her rapidly swelling boobs. To acquaintances and in appearance, she was a female but emotionally and sexually Barbara wanted to be a man and Brazil was the ideal place for this.

Rio was a smorgasbord of fine looking women in every size, shape and color. You couldn’t tell by looking which were natural and which were artificial but it didn’t matter. I just enjoyed watching the jiggling tits and the firm asses that were often intentionally displayed by the scanty clothes while I continued my quest for Barbara Barton.

Fortunately, my own body modifications allowed me access to the plastic surgeons who did gender surgery. While I asked about completing my ‘transition’, I would inquire about Americans who were going the other way which was very unusual, and the staff often knew about the local hangouts for ‘in process’ patients. I visited almost all of the reputable clinics and finally learned there was an American named Bart Stanton who was interested in completing surgery to become a man. The coincidence of the last name and the abbreviated first name pointed directly at my missing person.

After phoning Marsha to keep her abreast of the facts, my next task was to find her in this huge metropolis and some provocative clothes would be a necessity. That was no problem in Rio and I did some expense account shopping before I started my ‘bar crawling’ expedition making sure I would be very visible with my light complexion in a sea of darker and tanned bodies and my killer 38 DD’s were prominently displayed. I chose bright solid colors knowing lighter colors would not provide enough contrast with my skin tone and patterns might camouflage my shape and I also picked simple halter styles with deep necklines that let my melons sway as I walked. Pantyhose were replaced with stockings and a garter belt so I could more easily undress if I could score with Mrs. Barton.

I spent several nights sipping wine and asking countless bartenders and patrons while unknown hands and arms fondled and groped me as I made my way through the Rio night scene. If I weren’t so damn focused, I could’ve fucked, or been screwed, countless times by some of the most attractive and friendly people I’d ever seen, but I was relentless and finally found Barbara.

I had to look at her photo several times and re-check the person sitting at the end of the bar but I was pretty sure though much had changed. Her long dark hair was quite short but not quite a male style and she was dressed in a masculine fashion with a loose shirt and pants. Any evidence of breasts, however, had been eliminated or well disguised but her beautiful face, even without makeup, and her slender fingers and hands couldn’t conceal her feminine attributes.

I started toward her holding my wine glass and ‘accidentally’ nudged her as I passed causing my drink to spill followed by the sound of breaking glass. "Sorry," I said as she turned and I smiled before I knelt down as if to start cleaning the mess but primarily so Barbara could get her eyes filled by my unrestrained 38DD’s.

"No problem," she answered, You’re an American?"

"Yes...Patty Marlowe. You?" I asked as I stood up and inhaled expanding my cantaloupe sized melons intentionally.

"Yes, name’s Bart Stanton," and she extended her hand and we shook. "Can I buy you a replacement?"

"Thanks...but it was my fault. I think I spilled some on me," as I brushed my hands across my nipples exciting them into erection and forcing them against the thin fabric of my dress."

Barb’s eyes saw the large nubbins pointing at her and she took the bait saying, "Sit down and relax. What brings you to Rio?"

I told her I was a free lance writer working on a story about Brazil’s burgeoning business in gender reassignment. I had interviewed a number of male to female, but I was having difficulty meeting female to male candidates because of the language barrier.

She chuckled as I explained my dilemma and then took my hand asking if I’d like to meet such a person. When I nodded, she slid my hand to her crotch and pressed it against her small stiff prick.

"But, you’re already a nice sized man," I said as I squeezed her penis and smiled at her.

"I’ve always had that. It’s these I need to get rid of," and she moved my hand against her shirt and I realized she’d tightly wrapped her chest flattening her breasts into an amorphous mass.

"Do you mind talking about this?"

"Let’s take a walk and we can talk but only if I’m not named. Okay?"

Bart paid the tab and as we walked, confirmed all of my suppositions about his/her impending surgery. There would be a double mastectomy, but much less invasive since this was cosmetic, and she’d have a hysterectomy as they sealed her vagina all of which excited her. Also, the extra skin from the labia would be used to create skin for his testicles which would be ‘dropped’ and they promised some silicone or collagen so Bart would have nice sized balls and a thicker dick. Finally, hormone injections were necessary to assist the male appearance with coarser hair and a beard.

"Sounds like you’re ready, willing and able, Bart."

"I’ve dreamed of this for most of my life and planned for it over the past few years. It’s almost here and I’m pumped," and Bart turned and kissed me full on the lips as my silicone enhanced breasts were fondled and teased. "Want to join me in a little celebration. I’m all alone and enjoy your company."

We made it to Bart’s place which was a very nice apartment in the expensive part of town and, after showing me around, we talked and had more wine. After getting more comfortable, I asked Bart to show me the ‘before surgery‘ body and was obliged. After taking off the shirt, the elastic flesh colored wrap slowly unwound and two naturally large and perfectly shaped breasts emerged.

"Bart, there are women who would kill for those. You’re beautiful. I mean it," as I walked over and sucked the nipples while Bart held my head close.

"Step back and I’ll show you what other women really enjoy," and Bart dropped his pants and slipped his briefs down exposed his stiff but skinny five-inch dick perched above a perfect pussy with puffy lips.

"It’s gorgeous," I said as I knelt and grabbed his penis slipping my tongue into the inviting cunt which completely shocked Bart.

"Why did you do that, Patty?"

"Let me show you," I whispered and I slowly undid the thin halter top releasing my hefty 38 DD’s as I pushed the dress past my enhanced hips letting it fall to the floor. I heard the sounds of approval as I stepped clear and I was glad I had anticipated this moment as I let Bart absorb my tempting breasts and my concealed crotch that was nicely framed my the stockings and the lace garter belt. As I looked straight into Bart’s eyes, I lowered my special bikini panties until my semi-rigid cock sprung loose and I heard Bart gasp.

"You’re going the ‘other’ way, Patty."

"Not quite...right now these help me in my job," as I cupped in my hands around my melons and jiggled them, "And this seals the deal," as I jerked a bit more life into my swelling member before walking to Bart and mashing our tits together as we embraced and kissed.

"I don’t know who is what. Where do we go from here?" Bart asked.

"Let’s go to bed and see what develops," and we shuffled to the bedroom and climbed on the bed as one arm held the other’s waist. We ended up with our feet in opposite directions and each of us facing a tempting tit and nipple. Without saying a word, our mouths simultaneously attacked the other’s mammary causing the identical sensation in our partner. After exciting one another, I slowly licked and kissed my way toward her flat tummy where I gently sucked her thin, but quite rigid, penis between my lips as Bart mimicked my movements ending with my helmet shaped knob in his mouth. I’d never tasted another dick but I knew what excited me and made sure I paid special attention to Bart’s tip while my fingers slipped into the moist pussy and I began fingering the moistening hole.

"Roll over and let me show you how good this can feel," and I tapped Bart’s ass. Bart knelt and I slipped behind and slowly pressed my purple colored knob into the moist slit and Bart moaned as my engorged meat filled the hot vaginal canal inching its way deeper.

"It’s fucking huge," Bart groaned, "You’re going to split me open," and I eased further in as Bart’s breathing sped up.

I knew this was biggest and thickest erection that had ever been buried inside this hot tunnel and I wanted Bart to control the pace so I softly said, "Let’s move so you can sit on it?" as I wrapped my arms around the waist.

We rolled over so Bart was now sitting on top as I sat on the edge of the bed and I said, "Is this better?" as one of my hands fondled a warm breast and my fingers teased the nipple into stiffness. My other hand wrapped around the skinny stiff penis perched above the cunt I had completely stuffed full and I slowly slid my fist up and squeezed just below the tip letting my finger rub across the reddened knob before sliding my hand back to the root. I continued slowly jerking off the rigid dick while fondling and massaging the tits and I listened as Bart’s breathing grew more rapid.

Bart whispered, "I’ve never been so excited. My tits, my dick, my pussy...they’re all tingling," and Bart began bouncing and rocking on my love pole while I jerked the erection with the same rhythm as I twiddled and yanked on the nipple.

The pace sped up and I heard, "Don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m close. I’m gonna...Patty I’m CUUMMMIIINNGGG," and the dick started squirting strings of cum as spasms rocked the cunt.

My rigid member was still nestled inside when Bart leaned back and said, "Now, I want to fuck you," and I realized the slender dick was still stiff. Bart slowly eased my hot pole out of the warm cunt and patted the bed so I rolled onto my knees. Bart gathered some juice from the seeping pussy and wiped it on my crack before gently pressing a finger against my asshole. Slowly, it eased in and I was startled by the unusual sensation. The finger rolled around stretching the opening and then I felt Bart begin feeding the dick in. The heat and mass was incredibly exciting as I felt it slowly slide deeper until Bart’s tummy was resting against my ass.

I’d never been fucked, much less up my ass, but the stiffness of my cock proved to Bart that I was enjoying my first one. Bart wasn’t done, though, and I felt the warm tit pillows mash against my back and a hand wrapped around my erection while the other grabbed my hanging breast. Slowly, Bart began moving back and forth as my cock was jerked and my nipples mauled. The excitement of my recent cunt fuck moments before combined with my ass being filled with a dick while my meat was being jerked put me over and I groaned as my balls churned and my hot and swollen prick began throbbing as my cum splattered across the bed in milky blobs and I felt Bart’s semen filling my bowels.

I just fell onto the bed with Bart clinging to me as my orgasm finally subsided and my body lost most of the tingling sensations when Bart whispered, "Did you enjoy that...cause I sure did."

I felt Bart’s meat shrink and slide out and I turned so I could give Bart kisses on the nose and eyes before saying, "I sure did, too."

"Patty...stay with me. I don’t have anyone here and it would really help me as I face the surgery."

"I’d love to, Bart, but I have to tell you who I am and you may change your mind," and I confessed why I was with her.

Surprisingly, Bart expected his/her disappearance to be investigated and the whole caper was primarily an opportunity have time to carefully consider the significance of the surgery. Now that Bart had made the decision to proceed, exposing the charade was of no concern.

"Patty, go ahead and file your report. I’ll pay you to stay here and be my comfort and support."

"Bart, I’m staying because I really like you and I want to be your companion as you face this life altering experience...and the only compensation will be spending time with you. Now, how about we take a shower and jump back into bed for some more sex," and I kissed Bart with passion.

"Patty, you’re amazing. Let me pay for your final surgery and we’ll spend the rest of our lives together in sunny Rio."

"Bart...that’s tempting, but we’ll have to wait until they perfect transplant surgery. When I can give you my dick so you can fuck me with it, I’ll consider it. For now, you’ll just have to love me as I am."

As promised, I stayed with Bart in Rio as the date of the surgery drew closer. We filled our days helping one another with gender specific actions so Bart would be a more believable man and I would be a more natural woman. We shopped and gathered an appropriate wardrobe for Bart’s transition and Bart selected a couple of things that were perfectly suited for me and my figure. At night, we made love in every imaginable way including one last sentimental screwing where Bart was completely feminine in every way. We cried together afterward when Bart/Barb told me our lives would’ve been completely different if we had met years before, but that was the past and Bart was the future.

I waited at the clinic throughout the surgery and met Bart in the recovery room and stayed by his side for the next couple of days. As the drugs wore off, Bart slowly grew more comfortable with the decision and together we viewed the unveiling in the privacy of his toilet. The surgery had been perfect and the new Bart was emerging but tempted as I was to give him his first blowjob, I knew that any sexual activity was forbidden while his body healed. I did, however, tell him he was looking like a stud and the enhancements to his cock and nuts were perfect and this really encouraged him to start adding some muscularity to his torso by pumping iron and exercising.

After he was released, I had to head home. Bart gave me letters that I was to personally deliver to his ex-husband and parents and it was strange, yet right, that when we kissed goodbye there was only one set of breasts and those were mine as they mashed against his chest. He reminded me of his offer for my surgery and I reminded him of my demand for transplantation and that’s how we parted.

What was odd is that being with Barb who became Bart somehow made me think and feel more like a woman while we were together. Once I was winging my way back to the States, however, the normal me returned and that was reinforced when I walked into Marsha Rawlings office as was pleasantly surprised to see she had taken my advice and now sported a very healthy sized set of tits that were proudly displayed with a dressy yet revealing lace blouse and no bra.

"Marsha, you’re gorgeous," I said.

"Patty, I owe it all to you. How about we celebrate the conclusion of the Barton case with dinner and a little intimate discussion," she offered.

We forgot about dinner and headed straight to Marsha’s house where she couldn’t wait to show me her new boobs. Her clothes were off in seconds and she smiled as she cupped each of her newly enhanced mounds.

"I just love the way they feel," she said and after lifting one to her lips and sucking the nipple Marsha continued, "And I never knew what a thrill it was to suck my own tit. God it’s so fucking exciting. Come here and show me how much you like them," and I went to her and sucked each one into my mouth rolling my tongue over the pebble like tip until it engorged and poked out. Marsha shivered with delight as her extra sensitive nipples shot jolts of excitement through her and she wanted to return the favor

"Get out of your clothes so I can suck your tits, Patty", she whispered and I quickly stripped to the waist and beckoned Marsha to my mammaries where she suckled them to prominence.

We headed to her bedroom as we independently undressed collectively arriving naked and immediately positioned ourselves in the classic sixty-nine position so I could eat her out while she deep throated my hanging cock. This wasn’t the first time we’d made love but her silicone expanded globes gave Marsha greater comfort with her physical image and she was flaunting it.

"Turn around, Patty and titfuck me. I know you’ll like it and I can’t wait to feel your hot tool scorching my boobs," which I did. Her talented mouth was like a furnace and the tunnel her new breasts created warmed the whole length of my swelling meat and I knew we both were ready for the best part.

I slipped back and rubbed my knob up and down her gash until her clit was exposed and then I drove my cock straight into her womb as Marsha clutched my tits. Once my balls had bounced against her ass, I mashed our breasts together so our nipples could joust and I began slowly sliding my fat erection in and out of her cunt while Marsha pushed and pulled my ass.

To compensate for her previously flat chest, Marsha had learned to roll her internal muscles so it felt like she had a fist inside her running up and down my shaft. I’d never felt anyone else who could do that but was incredibly exciting and she knew it.

She was breathing more rapidly as was I and we knew we were approaching the brink so I sped up my movements while she pivoted and bucked her hips making sure her clit and labia were stimulated. I continued thrusting and withdrawing faster and she grabbed my balls with one hand as her other forced a finger up my ass. Instantly, I was back in Brazil with Bart burrowing in my ass and I dropped my head onto Marsha’s nipple and inhaled it causing her to scream in pleasure and my gonads to erupt forcing my cum to ejaculate inside her steaming hole.

Moments later Marsha whispered, "Thanks."

"For what?" I asked.

"For everything. From the tips of my nips to the soul of my hole. I’m glad we’re so good together."

 

 

 

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