Side Effects and Complications
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I got ready, making sure in the mirror that the bulge of my cock didn’t show through the silky smooth material of my black skirt. Lana had changed my relationship with my cock; I’d hated it as the most obvious symbol of my maleness, but since she loved my cock and I was falling in love with her, I felt different about the slight bulge spoiling my lines.
Aside from the bothersome bulge, there was no denying that I looked good. Yes, I still had the cock I was born with, but I also had a pair of bought breasts, so beautiful that any woman would be proud to show them off. I smiled brightly. That was how I saw myself, with or without my cock. I was ‘any woman’, and it helped that I wasn’t the only one to consider myself attractive. When a bright, confident lesbian found you attractive, it was hard not to feel something.
Lana and I had been chatting for a couple of months. First on Lush, and then over the phone. We’d made each other laugh first, but quickly got to more serious issues. “Are you a guy?” Lana had asked on a Wednesday night. “I’ll bet a lot of the 19-year-old nymphos on here are.”
“It’s complicated,” I replied.
“Complicated? Lol! Have you got a cock, or not?”
I couldn’t find the words, or rather I feared that the chat window would close before I had chance to find the right ones. So I sent a picture; a full-length body shot showing my perky tits and my full erection.
“Holy shit!” Lana exclaimed. “That is complicated!” I still didn’t know what to say. “You still there?”
“Yes.”
“Are you playing?”
“Playing?”
“With your cock,” Lana clarified. “I like it.”
“Seems like an odd thing for a lesbian to like,” I said.
“I know. It’s really… exciting. I love your tits too. They’re fuller than mine. I’m looking at your tits and cock while I masturbate.” Ninety seconds later, Lana claimed to have orgasmed strongly over my picture. “Is that really you?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Prove it.”
“How?”
“Have you got a lipstick handy?”
“Of course,” I replied, anticipating where this might be going.
“Write ‘I love Lana’ on your belly and send a pic to me.”
“OK.” I scampered to the bathroom with the lipstick, wrote the words and then took a picture with my phone. After transferring it to the laptop and uploading it to a private gallery, I posted it into Lana’s chat window.
“Holy fuck!” Lana went silent for a while. “I like the way you’ve shaved everything. It’s sexy.”
“Really?” I asked, feeling a twitch in my cock.
“I want you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“I want you to lie back and wank off for me. Cover my name with spunk and then take another picture. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” I typed, excitedly. “Of course.” Lana typed encouragement into the chat window, but I really didn’t need it. However, when a body picture arrived with ‘I love trans cock and tits’ emblazoned across the bare belly, I came within seconds.
Hard.
It was the most ferocious orgasm I’d had in months, with wave after wave of pleasure washing through me as thick milky spunk sprayed across the red words and white skin on my belly. It was mind-altering, and my chest was still heaving as I reached for my phone and took another, messier version of the earlier picture.
“OMG! I love it! I’m going to wank off over it right now!” Lana said. Her window went quiet and I was left to contemplate the fact that here was a woman I’d seemingly hit it off with right away, not only not seeming to mind that I was transsexual but positively getting off on the fact. She was a lesbian but didn't seem to mind that I had a cock. In fact, it seemed to turn her on.
“Give me your email address. I’ve got something naughty to send you.”
“Have you come again?”
“Not yet. I want to send you some pictures of my toys, so you know what I’m doing to myself right now.” Seconds after I’d shared my address, a zip file arrived in my Trash. I opened it, and found pictures of a pussy I now recognised stretched around various dildos and vibrators. In some of the pictures, Lana’s arsehole was similarly violated.
“Did you get the pictures yet?”
“Yes.”
“What did you think?”
I didn’t know what to think. “You’re a very flexible young woman.”
“I am… and I’m coming again. Thinking about your cock taking the place of my toys as I squeeze your tits.” I’d been flicking through the extensive collection of pictures, but it was Lana’s words which made my cock respond. It got hard with surprising urgency and demanded attention. “Are you playing?”
“Yes,” I both typed and hissed. “Playing hard.”
“Good. Imagine doing it over my face this time.”
“Your face?” I thought about it. “I don’t know what you look like.”
“Fair point. Think about shoving it up my arse.” I felt my eyes and cock bulge with shock.
“You really want me to shove my cock up your arse?”
“I only enjoy it when I’m feeling naughty. You know?”
“Erm…”
“I’ve never felt naughtier than right here, right now.”
“Me neither,” I muttered, as I added a second load of spunk to the one which had already turned to watery whiteness, while thinking about shoving my cock up a cute lesbian’s arse.
“I need to go clean-up. You more than me, I’ll bet ;-)”
“True,” I admitted.
“Same time tomorrow?” My heart boomed excitedly and my mouth went suddenly dry.
“Sure.”
***
We sent each other love notes and naughty pictures, most by special request as I’d never taken that kind of picture before. Lana became my sex life, and I rarely masturbated when she wasn’t involved. Phone conversations always included masturbation as we found each other so sexy; just the sound of her voice was enough to trip me off, and it was the sexy scenarios that led to us talking about meeting in the flesh.
It felt inevitable.
After catching a train to Manchester, a middle-ground meeting point, I popped into a nails bar and got myself a full set of treatment. The girl behind the mask chattered about girly things, and would have been horrified if she’d known that her treating me as a woman made my cock strain against my pink lace boy shorts. It got so hard that it was impossible to keep it tucked between my legs and I was sure that a misplaced glance would have revealed me as a female-fraud.
Strangely, the thought of my cock being discovered only excited me more and by wriggling my thighs together I very nearly made myself climax. Lana’s attitude to my cock made me feel like a woman with a little bit extra - which was very, very sexy.
I wondered what it would feel like to have Lana actually touch my lady-cock, and let out an involuntary groan. “So sorry. Did I hurt you?”
“No, no, no. Carry on,” I said in an uncharacteristically croaky voice, admiring myself in the mirror. The sexy, confident woman starring back at me was a far cry from the weak, bullied man-boy that had preceded Sasha.
I smiled at Sasha, at myself, and rubbed my trapped cock a little harder between my silky-smooth thighs. I was hot and loved the way I felt about myself… and I was about to meet the confidence catalyst. We were scheduled for drinks and a meal but the truth was, I couldn’t wait to get Lana back to the hotel room and get out of the stuffy clothes.
With Lana, I had nothing to hide.
***
I walked to the bar we'd selected.
Slowly.
Filled with excitement and trepidation… although my cock felt none of that trepidation and I was glad of the knee-length black coat to hide the lump in my dress.
The problem was, the lump was still very much there when I entered the bar. It was posh, plush and elegant, with quiet, respectful customers going about their drinking. Well, maybe they weren’t all respectful: one middle aged gentleman uncrossed his legs as he stared for a few shameless seconds before his wife caught him.
Little did he know what he would find underneath if he actually undressed me.
He looked again and the second examination gave me a thrill – I’d clearly passed another test. A presumably straight man obviously wanted to fuck me on sight. I smiled inwardly.
And then stopped.
I had looked around to see if anyone else was looking at me. And there was someone.
Lana.
She was standing at the end of the bar, doing nothing to hide the enthusiasm she was feeling; she was waving, not just with her hand but with her whole body. Waving and smiling at me.
I walked on suddenly unsteady legs, grateful for the hours of practice I’d given these heels. She was wearing a beautiful red dress. It bordered on slutty as a slit revealed a shapely thigh and the neckline revealed significant amounts of cleavage, but there was something about the way she was wearing the dress which held it back; the elegance and the feeling that she was wearing it for herself, not to show off to others made it sultry rather than slutty.
She was a vision of beauty, there was no denying it.
Having arrived in Lana’s space, I paused. I wanted to kiss her. Actually, I wanted to maul her as, no doubt, did every hot-blooded male in the place. Fighting my instinct, I leant forward and gave her a double air kiss, one for each rosy cheek.
Lana smiled at me, and pushed a drink along the bar. “JD and Coke.”
“You know what effect that has on me.”
Lana extended her thumb and then counted out the list on her fingers. “Vodka makes you aggressive. White wine makes you sick. Red wine makes you sleepy. Gin makes you mellow. JD makes you…”
“Yes, yes,” I said, quickly seeing who was in ear shot.
“Happy and horny. Cheers,” Lana added, raising her glass.
I swallowed. Time for a little honesty. “It’s not the drink which will make me happy or horny tonight.”
“No?” Lana asked innocently, wriggling her body with a sensuous wave which briefly brought her hips into contact with the front of my coat. “Perhaps you should take off that coat so I can see what’s been making me happy and horny for the last few weeks.”
The lump of my cock felt absolutely enormous as I slipped my coat open and put it on the back of a bar stool. I felt as though I was suddenly naked, with my erection standing out for all to see, but no one batted an eyelid.
No one except Lana. “Holy crap, Sasha. You’re hard!” Before I could say or do anything, Lana dropped her hand between our bodies and gave my cock a little squeeze. We stood like that, way too close, for a long while. “You just made me cream.”
“I beg your pardon?” I said, coming across like a prim Victorian lady.
“What?” Lana asked mischievously. “You’re hard. I’m wet. We’re both ready.”
I swallowed.
Hard.
“What do you say we skip the food and drink and move straight on to the shagging?” My belly might have grumbled a slight complaint but I was only too happy to comply.
We walked back to my hotel, giggling so much that we were clinging to each other to keep from falling in the street. Neither of us was drunk, although we made preparations in that direction by stopping off at a supermarket for a bottle of bubbly.
“Just in case there’s any nerves?”
“Nerves?” Lana scoffed. “This is to celebrate afterwards.”
Lana was right; there weren’t any nerves. When we got back to the hotel room, we simply faced each other, our bodies getting closer and closer as we stared into each other’s eyes. We ended up swaying to unheard music with our foreheads pressed together, our hands on each other’s hips.
I put my lips on hers, not kissing exactly, but just to have the intimacy of her lips on mine. They felt both slippery and sticky as our lip gloss combined.
Lana brought her hand up between our bodies and squeezed my left breast, making us both gasp. “Feels pretty real,” she murmured. I reciprocated, feeling the soft flesh of Lana’s breast distort as I gently squeezed. “I can feel your cock digging into me.”
I almost said, “Sorry.” Instead, I said, “Not sorry. Your fault.” Lana giggled. Then something changed in her. I felt tension in the hand on my chest, and the hot breath in my mouth became more urgent and heavy.
“I…” she said, pressing her nose against mine, and sliding her fingers around the back of my neck. “I need to see you naked.” Her hunger was exciting and made my heart race as though I had run a four-minute mile.
Lana stepped back to give me some space. I watched as she quickly undressed in front of me, without shame or ceremony. Although amazing, her body wasn’t the main event and we both knew it.
Still, the bloke in me looked and perved; the woman in me looked and compared. Her body was smaller and softer than I had pictured in my imagination; certainly softer than my own slimmed-down maleness would ever allow. Although small, her breasts were perfectly shaped and comforting, somehow seeming to invite my hands to cup and squeeze them in a way that my own factory-filled breasts could never hope to do.
That thought made me feel a little sad. No matter what I did, I could never hope to be as real a woman as Lana clearly was…
Fighting past the negativity, I moved my gaze lower. The swollen curve of Lana’s belly was equally enviable, as was the pubic mound dusted with well-maintained pubes and the single, simple indentation of her slit. Although naked, Lana’s simple slit meant the most private part of her was still hidden. How I longed to know…
I was still fixated on the hidden jewel between Lana’s legs as I got down to my own underwear. “Rather industrial, I’m afraid,” I said, referring to my heavy hosiery.
“Well, you’ve got more to support,” Lana said, scooting forward close enough to trace the lump of my cock between her fingers and thumb. Lana giggled nervously as she pulled my waistband lower. My cock was forced down, remaining hidden from view as my muscle-hardened belly was exposed, and then my shaved pubic mound. “It’s a long time since I’ve seen a cock. I might not…”
Whatever Lana was intending to say next was lost as my fully-hard cock sprang out, slapping Lana across the face. She shrieked, rocking back on her heels as she looked up at me with wide eyes. “Holy fuck, that’s big!” Lana saw the look on my face. “That was meant as a compliment. I like that you have a cock, remember?” She smiled and tentatively wrapped her hand around the root of my hard shaft. “I love that you’ve got a cock,” she said, strengthening her resolve even as she tightened her grip.
Lana licked her lips… and then licked the tip of my cock, going crossed-eyed to examine the patch of saliva she’d left behind. Obviously happy with the effect, she kissed the tip and when she returned for a second kiss, her lips opened and she took my glans into her mouth, sending shivers up my body.
I couldn’t believe it. Lovely Lana, lesbian Lana was giving me a blowjob… and clearly enjoying the experience as she slid her lips past the base of my crown and down onto the shaft. I closed my eyes and ran my hands through her hair.
Lana sucked me slowly, taking her time to get to know my cock. She clearly wanted to know the details. All of them. I could feel her exploring as she sucked and stroked me. It was unlike anything I had experienced before and it was easy to spike my sexual excitement by controlling my breathing, ratcheting up closer and closer to an orgasm. I groaned softly, enjoying the sensations she was giving me, knowing that I could come in her mouth if I chose to.
“Lana. If you carry on doing that, I’m going to come in your mouth.”
Aside from a muffled sigh, she carried on with metronomic precision; she wanted it, and within a minute, my sexy lesbian lover was getting it: the orgasm rolled in lazy, intense waves, dragging at my ball sack and pumping my spunk into Lana’s surprisingly-eager mouth. She sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, only releasing the heady vacuum when she needed to breathe.
“I love your cock,” Lana said dreamily, still holding it by the root as she rocked back on her heels.
“You… you swallowed my spunk?”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to feel close to you.”
“And do you?” I really didn’t need to ask the question; there was a new shininess in Lana’s eyes and something softly connected about her demeanour.
It was something I wanted to feel as well.
Taking hold of Lana’s hand, I guided her to the bed and having pushed her down, I lowered myself over her. I kissed her, and tasted the oyster tang of my own spunk as our tongues twirled in a deepening dance. But it wasn’t my own sex juices I wanted to taste.
Letting my mouth drop away, I kissed Lana’s chin and neck. I passed her flattened tits, pausing to tease each of her nipples, nipping them between my teeth hard enough to make Lana gasp.
But it was only a pause.
I could feel the heat between her legs and wanted to be part of it, not just the cause.
Lana spread her legs shamelessly. Her pussy was so fucking pretty, so delicate. I was mere inches away, yet I had no idea what was inside that little pleasure purse. It was exactly what I had dreamed about having between my own legs… well had dreamed until Lana had put me in touch with the positive side of my cock and balls.
Lana wriggled impatiently and I saw the wetness glisten as the folds of her pussy parted slightly. I wanted it so badly.
So badly.
But I made us both wait… for a few more seconds. Leaning forward, I kissed Lana’s thighs, slowly, very slowly, inching towards the downy hair and musky wetness. If Lana tasted as good as she smelled…
We both groaned; Lana with frustration, me with desire.
"Stop teasing me and just eat my fucking pussy.” The last part was angry frustration.
Not playful.
It was properly needy and was accompanied by a hand snatching hold of my hair and tugging me down.
“Fuck! I want you to lick me so badly right now." The force of her hand meant I had to comply, but strong as it was, I pressed forward harder than the hand required. I gave in to both of our desires, feasting on the soft flesh and salty-sweet musk of Lana’s sex juices.
I imagined this was my pussy, between my legs and as I licked and slurped, we both groaned and whimpered words of ecstasy. I put a single finger inside her hole, loving the slippery sensation of pillowy wet flesh enclosing my probing digit. Lana groaned her delight as I explored, both with my mouth on the surface and deeper inside with my finger.
It was hot, wet and soft.
Thrillingly sexy.
“I love your pussy,” I sighed, earning a jolt of Lana’s hips.
“And it loves you,” Lana purred.
“I want it.” I meant I wanted it in at least two senses – I wanted to lick and love it and make Lana feel the maximum pleasure possible, but I also wanted her pussy between my legs. I wanted a fully functioning set of female genitalia, if only for one day. “I want it so badly,” I said, pushing forward so as to take as much of Lana’s sweet flesh into my mouth as possible and easing my finger in far enough…
I felt something hard at the head of Lana’s soft vagina: her cervix.
A new wave of excitement and jealousy washed through me as the first upsurge of Lana’s orgasm took hold of her body. “I love your pussy.” I thought the words as my lips and tongue were too busy munching to vocalise anything.
Things became frantic and urgent for us both. Uncontrolled and unthinking, we both started to shake. I’d never felt anything like it as Lana jolted, whimpered and finally screeched. Her legs closed around my head, embedding my face deep into her sweet pussy as she climaxed, making me part of it. Copious juices leaked into my mouth and I swallowed them all, loving the taste, and feeling infinitely closer to Lana by taking part of her inside me.
Inside Lana.
As soon as I was free, I climbed on top of her and kissed her deeply with my pussy-foamed mouth. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulled me in deeper… lower down, my hardened cock and her soft wet pussy made their acquaintances.
"Lana?"
She nodded gently as we positioned our bodies. I never broke away from that gaze as I gently pushed up inside her, losing my whole cock in one motion until it too touched her cervix.
“Oh fuck!” The exclamation came from both of us simultaneously and we sighed with mutual satisfaction at our emotional connection as well as the physical coupling. As I gently pushed my cock in and out of Lana, she reached up and squeezed my tits.
“This is wonderfully… complicated,” she said with a sigh, whimpering against my neck as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I became aware of my breasts pressing and moving against hers, our erect nipples passing like ships in the night.
I eased my aching cock in and out with an increasing tempo, echoing the groans coming from Lana’s mouth as I revelled in the velvet crush of her vagina.
It was wonderful.
Simply wonderful.
The most erotic experience of my life as I pumped my lesbian lover with my real, hard cock. Lana’s hands dropped to my hips, encouraging me to drive in more deeply, and as I looked down into her hazel eyes, I had to concentrate on not coming too soon.
“I love having your cock deep inside me,” Lana said, trapping me with her arms and legs. One roving hand ended-up on my face and neck and pulled me down into a kiss which was accompanied by whispered sweet nothings. "I want you to fuck me with that lovely cock of yours and come deep inside my pussy. I want to feel it."
My head and heart pounded hard; no one had ever begged me before.
As soon as I moved, I felt Lana’s vaginal walls tighten around my shaft. Everything was more intense and we both began groaning and grunting with effort and pleasure.
“I want you to do it.” I moaned loudly, and then held my breath until I was dizzy; held my breath until I was tipped into another orgasm. Lana squealed with delight as I grunted and gasped while my twitching cock shot jet after jet of spunk deep into her tight hole. “And now I want you to lick me.” My heart fluttered at the thought of licking Lana’s spunky pussy.
She wanted me to do it; I was on my way down between those luscious legs before I had time to think. Within seconds I was making the breath catch in her chest, shortly before the stronger spasms took hold of Lana’s body.
Perhaps my spunk oozed out as I sucked and licked my lover’s pussy. If it did, I didn’t care.
“Come back up to me,” Lana instructed, offering me a hug. We lay there, holding each other close until the heat started to leak from our bodies. “Where did you put that bottle?” I’d forgotten about the bottle of bubbly. “We’ve definitely got something to celebrate.”
Lana made me pour out two glasses. “What should we drink to?” I asked, innocently.
“To… complications,” she said, cheekily tapping the cold glass against my cock.
“To complications.”
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