Something Extra

The date had gone really well. Way better than I’d expected actually. Which was both good news and bad. I enjoy being wined and dined like any lady would.
And I really had enjoyed dinner with this guy. He was quite funny which is always a turn-on. And he was just touchy-feely enough to make my heart flutter (and a few other pieces) but wasn’t forward enough to make me think I was just going to be another piece of tail. Not that I would have minded as this guy was CUTE. And built.

I’d gone to extra lengths for this date too. Normally I’m pretty laid back on the whole girly-thing. My hair is short, black and usually a mess. I’m pretty pale as I’m terrified of skin cancer which is what got one of my Aunts at an early age. And while I’m pretty thin, I work out a bunch and take some martial arts classes so I’m quite a bit stronger than most people expect out of a 125 lb girl.
Well, I’m not technically a girl. And no, I’m not a cross-dresser either. I’m what you’d call – special. I actually have both male and female parts. I’m genetically a woman, but I have a penis too. And unlike most hermaphrodites, I do have a clit. My penis juts out just above the top of my clitoral hood. So depending on the stimulation I can come as a man OR a woman. Or both. Lucky me.
Anyway, I’d really dolled myself up for this evening. I had on a nice white lacy blouse, a black pencil skirt with high heels, pearls and patterned stockings. My glasses give me a school-girl/bookworm/librarian look that drives both men and women nuts. I’m ashamed to admit I’ve used it to get what I want at times. Depending on my mood I can go out as a guy or a girl and most people don’t give me a second look. Tonight though I needed to be taken. Bent over something and fucked hard. I love being the aggressor sometimes; especially with women. But not tonight. I wanted to feel feminine. Delicate. I just hoped he wouldn’t freak at the moment of truth…

Dinner was wonderful. He had style, charm and the restaurant was a cozy little place down by the water with a half-dozen tables outside overlooking the bay. The stars were out by the millions. A girl could get used to this kind of treatment!

I was feeling the wonderful effects of a few glasses of wine and I could feel my desire for him through the throbbing of both my parts. The lease on the wine expired, and I excused myself to go to the ladies room. I was so turned on I hoped my ‘surprise’ wasn’t making a tent in my tight skirt when I stood up. Luckily my pantyhose kept a close reign on Mr. Happy. I tottered off to the bathroom glad I didn’t have to wait for my erection to go down to pee. I plopped down on the toilet and sighed at the release of my full bladder.
As I was touching up my makeup a really drunk girl came in and started yammering about what an asshole her date had been. She was cute as hell, with long blond hair curled tightly down her back. I hugged her and gave her my phone number and said we’d go commiserate some other evening. I know, I’m an opportunist. I probably should have felt bad, but I didn’t.
“Whew!” I said when I returned.

“Everything come out ok?”

“Oh yeah,” I replied with a smile. I silently slipped off my heels and slid down a tad in my seat. I didn’t tell him I had a load for him that I desperately wanted to be rid of before the night was over.
“So you were saying,” he asked, trying to get me back to the sexy conversation we were having before my piss hard-on had so rudely interrupted us. “You haven’t really had that much experience with guys lately. You’re not gay and just trying to get me to be your mustache, are you?”

“Ha! No my dear boy, that is not the issue. I do love sleeping with women. They are such completely different creatures than men are. They’re soft, and smell lovely, and are so much more sensual than most wham-bam-thank you-ma’am guys are. Women know how to take their time and enjoy the subtle parts of sensuality and seduction that are lost on guys. But there is something that is uh, lacking in sex with women…” I let my words trail off for effect. I’d been slowly running my pantyhose-clad feet up and down his thigh all evening. I could easily feel him through his dress slacks. While not porn-star quantity it would certainly do for tonight.

“So women are lacking a certain something, huh?”

“Yup. And sometimes that is just the only thing that will scratch my itch.” I looked at him coyly over the rim of my wine glass, all the time running my stocking covered foot up and down the inside of his calf and thigh.

“Do you have an itch, my dear?”

“You have no idea,” I said breathlessly. And I meant every word.

“I’d love to find out. I might even kiss it and make it better.”

“That would be lovely,” I said quite frankly. I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat trying to free my cock from the tangle of my tights.
“I’ll start at your feet.”

“Really? Then what would you do?”

“I’d slowly lay a trail of kisses up the inside of your calf. And then over your knee and up the insides of your thighs.”

“Oh, that sounds so nice,” I cooed. And it really did. “Do you like that? I mean really like it?”

“Yup, I really do. It’s just so intimate, isn’t it?”

I smiled at him again. Maybe, just maybe this was going to turn out ok…

The Unveiling

Sir Lancelot and I ended up back at my place. Sometimes I like being on my home turf, especially at the ‘unveiling.’ I had been hard through most of the meal. I know he had been because I’d been teasing him all night. He was hard, throbbing and decently sized.

And I could tell he really wanted me. Ok, so most men ‘wanted me’, and by that I mean they wanted to cum inside my body like a 2-bit cum bucket. Most men saw me as nothing more than a warm receptacle for their semen. Its ok, I get it. Sometimes I’ll see a really cute girl and think how much fun it would be to have totally anonymous freaking HOT sex in some dark place and never even know her name. I call it masturbation with someone else’s body. And there is a time and place for that. But this guy really seemed to be interested in who I was.

Which is really important when you’re a chick sporting wood. I’m not huge, but a thick 6 inch dick on a chick can freak the FUCK out of a guy who doesn’t measure up. They have to be extremely open minded, bi or a closeted gay dude. I’ve learned not to make assumptions. Some of the manliest, macho dudes loved having me fuck them long and hard in their ass. When I’d dumped my load deep in their tight virgin holes I’d let them have me any way they wanted, no holes barred.

“You still here?” Matt asked. “You seem like your mind is somewhere else.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m back now.” I leaned in against him, and Matt ran his hands over my ass. As usual I kept myself a few inches from him so he wouldn’t feel my surprise before the right moment. And that was almost always after I’d let them come in my mouth. I slowly undid his tie, and sexily draped it around my neck. One button at a time I loosened his shirt exposing smooth fragrant man-flesh. I love the smell of a woman, but a man’s scent can just turn me into an animal. This one’s pheromones hit me dead square in the girly parts. My fingers worked at the clasp of his belt and soon he was naked in front of me, a nicely sized cock jutting out proudly from his happy trail. I pushed him back, making him sit down on my ottoman. I crawled between his thighs and pulled myself up onto his torso so I could kiss him long and hard. His hands roamed under my blouse playing with my nice little B-cups. I moaned in his ear as his fingers played with my stiffening nipples. Finally I broke the kiss and trailed my lips downward. As my lips passed below his belly button I slowed down, letting his tip rub against the bottom of my chin as I worked a trail of kisses back and forth across his tight abs. I twisted my head so that his cock head was against my cheek. Looking up at him with my green eyes (God, I love this part! Ladies, this is where you get his PIN number) I said huskily “Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want me to do.” Then I ran my tongue slowly along the side of his throbbing shaft.

“Suck it,” he hissed. “Suck it please!”

So I did. Grabbing his shaft I lowered my lips down over his tip, never breaking eye contact. I didn’t stop until my lips hit his pubic bone. The surprised groan and look on his face was priceless! Twirling my face on his cock, I withdrew until just the tip was against my lips. His breath was getting ragged and he was grunting and groaning uncontrollably. I wanted to tease him for a while, but on the next plunge down his shaft he spontaneously erupted in my mouth. Ok, so I knew he was close and I was teasing him. But damn it, can’t guys at least let a girl know before they blow a huge load down our throats? My gag reflex hit me like a train but I refused to let him know he’d successfully gagged a self-proclaimed deep-throat queen. I swallowed for all I was worth and only a little slipped past my lips.

When he’d calmed down a bit I crawled up into his lap and tried to kiss him. He jerked his face away and said “Ewwww!” I’ve had that reaction before, and while it was no big deal, I didn’t like the tone it set for his open mindedness. Ok, time for the unveiling.

I stood up and slowly unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra. Next I dropped my panties around my ankles and backed up so he could caress my ass. He gently lifted my skirt and planted kisses all over my cheeks. His tongue flicked over my butthole, which made up for the fact that he didn’t want to kiss me earlier. I had grabbed my cock and pulled it up against my belly and from his viewpoint he couldn’t see it. His tongue parted my folds and fuck, I had to admit he was talented! With my legs spread I could see his cock getting hard again.

“Ok,” I thought. “Maybe this is going to work out after all.”

He regained his erection and stood behind me, grabbing my hips and pressing his cock against my folds. His ran the head of his throbbing cock up and down from my wrinkled butt down through my folds to the tip of my clit. At this point I didn’t care which hole he used. I just wanted him inside me! His tip slid down and disappeared between my aching lips stretching open my tunnel. Oh my God, this was just what I needed! I was just about to thrust back against him when suddenly he leaned down on top of me and reached around to stroke my clit. Before I could warn him his hand reached mine – and my throbbing hard on. He just freaked!

“HOLYSHITWHATTHEFUCKINGGOD…”

He was so surprised he could hardly think. But I could see the horror on his face.

“Wait,” I said as tears welled up in my eyes. “Let me explain!”

“You’re a fucking dude – but you have a pussy too!? WHAT A FUCKING FREAK!”
He jumped up and grabbed his clothes and ran into the hallway of my apartment building stark naked. As much as I want to I’ll never forget the look in his eyes. My hormones were raging (both sets!) and I fell back on the ottoman and had myself a good little cry, then dragged myself to bed for a fitful night’s sleep.

What are friends for?

In the morning I called Tina and Terry, two of my best friends. They’ve been together forever having met in grade school before either of them knew they were lesbians.

“Really?!?” Tina said. I knew she was trying her hardest not to laugh. “He ran naked into the hallway and fucking VANISHED?”

“Yeah, and he won’t return my calls or texts, so fuck it,” I said with the pain of it all still lingering in my voice.

“Ok sweetie, why don’t you come over and let Terry and me make you forget all about Sir lance-me-not.”

‘Tina, that’s not funny,” I whined.

“Oh come on Chris, I don’t care who you are, that’s funny!”

I had to admit it was, and half cried – half laughed into the phone. “Ok, I’m on my way.”

They were still in their robes when I got there. We made coffee and they demanded that I share all the gory details.

“I have a great idea,” Terry exclaimed. “We just got the new jetted tub finished up! Lets make some Mimosas and you can tell us with bubbles!”

We walked into their bedroom and I couldn’t help but notice the nice thick dildo on their strap-on harness. This one had a cock facing each direction so they both could enjoy it. Looks like they’d had quite the romantic evening themselves. We all stripped and then Tina asked for my help opening the champagne bottle.

“I’ll help,” I said “but you get to make it pop! Not sure I could take having something ELSE go off unexpectedly today!”

Tina laughed and did the honors with the bottle complete with lewd hand motions right before the cork blew across the kitchen. We laughed until I thought we were going to pee down our legs.

We sauntered back to the tub and joined Terry who was almost asleep, floating in the roiling, bubbly water. “Come on in! You missed all the fun. I found my favorite jet!” she exclaimed dreamily. “I didn’t last 15 seconds.”

She sat up and slid over to our side. The girls sat on each side of me and we handed out the Mimosas. “Ok,” Tina said excitedly. “Time for your story. Start at the beginning!”
I told them everything, pausing for their laughter to subside when we got to talking about wienies and hard-ons.

“How big was he,” Tina asked. “Was he as big as you?”

“Oh yeah, he was NICE! Long and thick and hard as steel. Damn, I wanted him inside me!” I sighed and sunk a little lower in the tub. The girls were both running their fingers up and down my thighs and my body responded to their touch. Like most women, my nipples get really hard and pointy when I’m aroused. The girls saw this and Terry said
“Uh oh! I bet we have wood!” Tina ran her hand up to my crotch and wrapped her hand around my aching shaft.

“Fuck that feels good,” I moaned as I closed my eyes. Terry motioned to Tina and they simultaneously took a nipple in their mouths. I pulled Tina up to kiss my hungry mouth while she continued to stroke me. Terry scooted down and knelt between my legs. Suddenly I felt the tip of the huge dildo I’d seen on the bed nudge up against my labia. Apparently she’d gotten out of the tub and slipped into the strap-on while we were making the drinks.

“Oh baby, I really need this,” I cooed in Tina’s ear. “We know you do dear. What are girlfriends for?” With that she leaned forward, burrowing the tip inside me. She waited a moment so I could relish the feeling of being filled and then inched it in until she was buried in my aching cunt.

“Uhhhh,” I cried as the dildo bottomed out inside me. My head flew back and I slouched lower, pushing every last inch of the big black cock into me. Terry took that moment to climb out of the tub and lower her soaking sex onto my face. I licked her from ass to clit in long slow passes. Tina started thrusting and I thought she was going to tear me apart, but it hurt so good! The top of the harness had a little bulge right where my clit is and every thrust sent jolts up my cock and into my brain. Just as Terry was about to go over the edge she pulled herself off my face.

“Damn you’re good at that! But you’re not the only girl who needs cock today.” And with that she slid down my body into my lap. Her knees landed beside my thighs and my cock tip was brushing against her lips. She spread her knees and slowly lowered herself onto my length. I flexed my PC muscles, which not only made my cock twitch but also tightened my tunnel on Tina’s dildo letting me feel every veiny inch inside me. The girls got into a rhythm so they were both pulling away from me at the same time, and then Terry lowered herself back onto me while Tina thrust that big, hard cock back into my pussy. I knew each thrust sent the other end deep into her too. Soon we were all wildly thrashing around in the tub and water sloshed all over the new bathroom floor.

My pussy finally couldn’t take any more and I shrieked as my first orgasm blasted through me. The tingle in my clit became a fire and it sent white hot sparks up my cock. I screamed again and let go in Terry, filling her with my cum. I don’t make sperm so I can’t get a girl pregnant, but I come just like any guy. In fact, many women say I come MORE than a guy does. All I know is that there isn’t anything better than filling your partner with your juice and I filled Terry FULL. She finally exploded into her own orgasm and fell against me, gently flexing her hips to keep our orgasms rolling.

“Whew! I thought somebody was going to pass out and drown there for a minute,” I said with a silly smile on my face.

“Who did you think was going to drown,” asked Tina.

“Me! I came so hard I about passed out. But I bet you would have given me mouth-to-mouth,” I said.

“Oh yeah. We’d have given mouth to mouth to both ends my dear!”

I climbed out of the tub and brought back the champagne and orange juice. “Who wants another round?”

“We do,” the girls said in unison. “We’ll take some more Mimosas too!” The rest of the day was spent sunning ourselves in the back yard and being BFF’s. Thank God for girlfriends!

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