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Detective's Blues-Chapter Fourteen Our visit to the sunny island of Jamaica had been a resounding success. Not only had I recovered the advanced prototype of the memory exchange device, but I finally solved the mystery of what had become of my missing male body. Unfortunately, what I had learned was not good. Shortly after Janet had swapped bodies with me, she had exchanged bodies again with the multimillionaire socialite Ted Phillips, who had been promptly murdered. I found myself struggling internally to accept this bitter pill, filled with a mix of conflicting emotions. I felt regret for the loss of my original male form. I felt anger and disgust for the murder of Ted Phillips, an innocent bystander in all of this. I felt a fierce desire for vengeance on everyone responsible for these crimes. And of course, most of all, I was filled with a deep sense of relief that I would be able to remain inside of Janet Washington's beautiful female form. When I'd first been placed in Janet's body, all I could think about was becoming a man again. But as I spent more time as Janet, things began to change. Now that there was no chance of me ever returning to my original male form, I was finally forced to admit to myself that I enjoyed being a woman and that the prospect of spending the rest of my life as Janet did not make me unhappy at all. Needless to say, Janet would never be getting her body back. But if I was to ever live my life as I wished, we had to get off of this island as soon as possible. Janet had taken the place of one of the wealthiest and and most influential men in Jamaica. With one phone call he would have every policeman available looking for us on some trumped up charge, and there was a very high likelihood that the call had already been made. Luckily for us, we now had a secret weapon: Alphonso Tortelli. Nobody but Jim and myself had known that Alphonso was on the island, or that he was in any way connected to us. With no one looking for him, he would easily be able to arrange some way off of the island without raising any suspicions. When I'd approached him in his bungalow for help, Alphonso had flatly refused. He'd even had the nerve to try and steal the memory transfer device for himself. But with the help of a stun gun and the memory transfer device, we had transferred Jim's mind from the voluptuous blonde body of Charlotte Brasswell and into Alphonso's brawny male body. Alphonso had been a brute and a bully, and it had been a pleasure to place his huge male ego into the body of a small, weak female. Despite his earlier misgivings, Jim was delighted to be back in a man's body. I watched as he stretched his arms and legs and flexed his impressive muscles. "Not bad," mused Jim. "A little pale for my tastes, but not bad at all!" I had to agree. Alphonso wasn't the African American dreamboat like James and his brother, but he was still a very good looking guy. Jim wore his body well. At my urging Jim ran outside to the golf cart, picked up his brother's unconscious form and brought him inside. As Jim laid him down on the bed I put a pillow under his head. He continued to snore on, oblivious to the world. I was starting to become somewhat worried about James. He'd been out for a long time. How much had he had to drink, and when would he awaken? Alphonso, who we'd ignored until now, finally began to stir. She struggled to rise up off of the couch, obviously still loopy from the mind transfer process. Jim gave her a push and she bounced back down onto the couch, bumping her head against the wall behind her in the process. She groaned in pain and sagged back onto the cushions. "I'm sorry princess, I didn't mean to bump your noggin like that," said Jim soothingly as he pulled a few silk neckties from a nearby suitcase. "I still don't know my own strength." He easily forced her arms behind her back and tightly tied them together at the wrists. "What the fuck are you assholes doing? What have you done to me?" Alphonso demanded groggily in a weak yet seductive feminine voice. "You'll never get away with this!" I laughed out loud at the time worn cliche, giddy with triumph. Ever since I had become Janet Washington, people had been taking advantage of me. Alphonso had been no different. He had gone out of his way to use me, and now she was getting what she deserved. All the former tough guy wore on her hourglass figure was a pair of sheer black thigh high nylons with numerous runs and a tiny low cut French maid's costume. She made a seductive figure as she struggled against her bonds, her long blonde hair in total disarray and her wild blue eyes flashing daggers at Jim and I. "I guess your uncle never told you what that device he wanted was for, did he?" I asked with a smile. "No, he didn't tell me much." she replied begrudgingly. "Well, what your uncle wanted is a device that exchanges memories. It puts people's minds into other people's bodies. And yours is now inside of Charlotte Brasswell's. You remember her, don't you? The town pump? She dated your Uncle Rocco, among many, many others." The reality of the situation finally hit her when she looked down to see her bountiful breasts on open display in her scanty costume. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise, and she opened her mouth to protest. Jim took the opportunity to quickly stuff a sock into her mouth. Before she could spit it out, he strapped another necktie across her mouth and tied it behind her head to hold it in. He then tied her ankles together with the last necktie and stepped back to look over his handiwork. "God damn, she's beautiful. It is so weird to know that I used to be this hot little piece of ass," he said, looking over the bound blonde bombshell glaring at him from the couch. "She's way too pretty to keep calling her Alphonso, don't you think?" I asked as I eyed the bulging breasts that threatened to burst free of her flimsy bodice with every breath she took. "Her name should be more...feminine." Jim grinned widely. "Sure, how about Alphie?" he suggested. "No, it doesn't seem like a good fit." I replied. Al? Allie?" suggested Jim. "Ooh, Allie is good," I opined, "Simple, girly and close to her real name." Jim chuckled, ruffled the blonde hair on the top of her head with his large hand and declared, "Then Allie it is!" I laughed with glee and gave Jim a celebratory embrace, ecstatically pleased at the reversal of fortunes that had occurred since last night. Before, I had been at the mercy of the fates, blowing in the wind. Now, I was the commander of my own destiny. "We really did it, Jim! We've got the upper hand here, and if we can just stay out of sight and get off this island we can beat Rocco Tortelli at his own game and get you your body back!" Jim smiled back and said, "That would be great, Janet. And I owe it all to you. Thank you." His lips descended onto mine, and I didn't think much of it until I felt his hands begin to squeeze my ass as his tongue snaked its way into my mouth. What was he thinking? "Jim," I gasped as his lips finally left mine, "this is not the time for this. Besides that, it just wouldn't be right. Your brother is in the next room and I...I think I'm in love with him!" He slowly released me and apologized. "I'm sorry Janet. I know I'm coming on strong, but it's something that I gotta do." Taking a deep breath he continued. "I'm confused, Janet. Really confused. I never had any gay tendencies when I was a man, never. But when that bastard Rocco Tortelli put me into that bimbo's body, it was like I just couldn't help myself. I can never forget the weird attraction I found I had for men and, and, oh jeez...sucking those cocks!" I was shocked. When I'd swapped Alphonso and Jim, I'd figured that putting Jim's mind back in a male body would only be a matter of fitting a round peg into a round hole. It seemed that things were really far more complicated than I'd thought. He buried his face in his hands and said, "I'll never be able to forget what I did while I was her but...but if I can still perform like a man, then at least I know that I can still pick up the pieces and live a normal life!" Wiping the tears from his eyes, he begged, "C'mon, Janet. You know that James wouldn't mind. He's always shared everything with me...including you!" This situation probably would have blown Freud's mind if he'd ever had to ponder it. But with my own similar experiences it was easy to see what might be bothering him. Jim's manhood had taken a horrible blow from all the female 'activities' that he had been engaged in over the last few days. His ego was devastated and his mind was confused. He probably questioned whether he was now capable of even getting an erection with a woman after what he'd been through. I realized that he was going to need my help if he ever wanted to regain his lost male pride, and I needed his help if we were ever going to get off this island. I looked over at the couch, where Allie sat looking back at us, wide eyed and very desirable. A plan quickly formed in my mind. Jim needed to prove his manhood, Allie needed to be taken down a few pegs and I didn't want to feel guilty about cheating on James with his own brother. Knowing what I had to do, I looped my arms around his strong neck and pulled his lips down onto mine. Jim responded immediately, his tongue delving deep inside of my mouth. Over the past week I'd found that I enjoyed kissing good looking men, and Jim's new body fit that bill to a tee. I felt his penis hardening between our bodies as we kissed. I broke the kiss to grab the waistband of his shorts and slide them down. His penis emerged, stiff as a board. I smiled and looked into Jim's eyes as I handled his hard cock. "Well, you don't seem to be having a problem getting an erection," I said, stroking his big tool. He gasped with pleasure from my touch and said, "I guess you're right about that, but what if I can't deliver the goods? I need to know that I can still achieve an orgasm!" I pulled him over to the couch by his penis and sat him down next to Allie. I knelt down on the floor between his legs and took his very erect penis in my hand. Another thing I'd discovered since becoming a woman was that having a man's penis inside of my mouth really wasn't such a bad thing. In fact, it was kind of nice. I'd already sucked this particular cock twice and enjoyed it both times, even if it had belonged to an asshole like Alphonso at the time. Knowing that it was Jim now made the task even better. After all, Jim was probably the closest thing I had to a friend in this world. I looked over at Allie sitting next to Jim, her arms trussed behind her and her eyes glued to Jim's erect penis. Her eyes widened and bulged out as I started to kiss the flanged head that had been hers until just a few minutes ago. Whoever coined the phrase that revenge is a dish best served cold knew exactly what they were talking about, because the look of horror that crossed her face was a beautiful thing to behold. She started to slide away, but I instructed Jim to grab her and force her down onto her stomach. He did, grabbing a handful of her hair and urging her even closer until her face was just a few short inches away from his cock. "Watch carefully, Allie," I whispered, "You'll need to know how to please a man's penis now that you're a girl!" I engulfed the large head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and around until Jim finally let out a loud groan of pure pleasure that echoed in the small room. Allie gulped and watched, wide eyed, as I slid the thick organ deeper into my mouth and began to suck, slowly bobbing my head up and down. I wasn't sure what I liked better. Sucking Jim's big thick cock, or having my revenge on Allie. The bastard had used me and insulted both me and James. It felt oh so good to know that she was about to enjoy the same treatment. I allowed Jim's stiff penis to escape my mouth with a pop, and looked up at him with a smile. "How would you like to pop Allie's mental cherry?" I asked playfully. "The body she's in is no virgin, but seeing as she's never experienced a good stiff cock, her mind sure is!" By shaking her head from side to side vehemently and grunting into her gag, Allie let us know exactly how she felt about this idea. Jim just chuckled and groaned as I continued to lavish attention on his fat penis. I grabbed the back of her head and ground her face into Jim's nest of pubic hair, making sure she breathed deeply. I knew what to expect from Jim's past experiences in her body, and sure enough I watched as her nostrils flared and her eyes grew glazed and distant. Allie had caught her first whiff of male pheromones. Her body was now reacting as nature had intended, releasing chemicals into her brain that stimulated sexual desire. Unfortunately for Allie, her male mind had never built up any resistance against those chemicals. Over powered by the unfamiliar cocktail of female hormones, Allie was fast becoming a slave to her body's desires. Knowing she was ready, I reluctantly released my hold on Jim's penis, got up off the floor and pulled Allie up. I turned her around and arranged her onto the couch with her head on the cushions and her ass high in the air. Soft and round, her twin globes where framed by the short skirt and layers of swirling, frilly petticoats. It truly was a breathtaking sight. I slowly ran my hands over her cheeks before delving into her clean shaven vagina. Her inner lips were engorged with blood and slick with vaginal secretions. Perfect. My hand came down hard on her left butt cheek and she let out a muffled yelp. "The little slut is all wet from watching me blow you!" I said as I gave her right cheek another stinging slap. "Look at this ass Jim, I know you want to tap it! Any real man would!" With her arms and legs tightly tied, all Allie could do was moan in horror as James silently rose to his knees behind her. He reached out a hand and reverently caressed Allie's trembling, delectable ass. I watched as his already erect penis became even larger and stiffer. "Get ready for some cock, sweetheart," I said as I grabbed Jim's stiff penis and lined it up with her soaking wet vagina. She moaned as the massive head of his penis slowly parted her nether lips, and then moaned again as she felt the full girth of his massive penis stretching her vagina. She had become so slick that he was able to sink deep inside in one slow, smooth stroke. They both moaned in chorus when he finally reached the bottom. He began to pump slowly at first, enjoying the tight fit of Allie's vagina. Allie could only lay there and close her eyes, whimpering into her gag. He gradually picked up steam, slamming his hard salami deep inside of her, his hips slapping against her ass. He pounded her relentlessly, his strong hands kneading her ass cheeks as he fucked her. Allie's grunts and muffled squeals didn't stop as Jim had his lusty way with her. After about five minutes of this treatment she stiffened and her entire body blushed a deep shade of red as she orgasmed for the first time as a woman. I watched with utter delight as her eyes rolled back into her head and her jaw muscles worked on the gag. He continued to relentlessly pound away and I think she came twice more before he finally shot his semen deep inside of her womb. Jim collapsed on top of Allie, gasping for breath. She lay underneath of him, oblivious to the world after the earth shattering orgasms that had been ripped from her new body. After a few minutes Jim finally caught his breath. "My god, Janet! That was incredible!" he exclaimed as he rose up off of Allie and pulled up his shorts. "I thought sex had been good before, but now that I've become a man again it seems to be even better! The sensation of her hot wet pussy wrapping around my cock was mind blowing!" "Well, do you think you're cured?" I asked with a mischievous smile on my face. "Yes, and I have you to thank for it." He gave me a kiss and a hug, which I happily returned. After his display of male bravado it was quite clear that his self confidence had successfully been restored. So with his problems finally settled I turned my mind back to the problem of getting off of the island. I reached into Jim's hip pocket and pulled out the wallet I found there. Opening it, I found ID for Alphonso Tortelli, his credit cards and a thick wad of hundred dollar bills. Quickly I grabbed a pen and paper and with Jim's help compiled a list of all the things we would need. Jim gave me another quick kiss and a hug before he set out to do his errands. Nobody would be looking for Alphonso, so he had little to fear. I watched TV and took a nap while he was gone, ignoring Allie's glares and James' snores. He was gone for over six hours, and when he returned he was carrying at least a dozen shopping bags and three large boxes. From one of the bags he pulled out three light blue jumpsuits, exactly the same color and style as was worn by the landscaping crews working at the resort. To go with the jumpsuits he'd bought work boots, gloves, baseball caps and sunglasses. Next, he opened the three boxes to reveal two new suitcases and a large trunk. From his front pocket he produced a car key and a rental agreement for a blue Ford F150 work truck. And from his wallet he produced four tickets for four berths on the Caribbean Queen. He explained that it was a trading vessel that plied the waters between Jamaica and the U.S.. "The captain was reluctant at first," related Jim. "The cops have been sniffing around all the ports on the island looking for us. But when I offered to pay him double and showed him the cash he caved in pretty quickly. We've got two private cabins, each with a bathroom and queen sized bed. It's final destination is Miami, but it'll take us about two weeks to get there. The boat's scheduled to dock at about a half a dozen different islands on the way, loading and unloading cargo." I listened to him as I looked through the other bags and saw that he had also bought an assortment of clothes for all of us, toothbrushes, soap, shampoo, a hairbrush and a few cosmetics. From one of the bags I selected a pair of white lace bikini panties, a matching brassier, a pair of very short white shorts and a sky blue tee shirt. I removed the man's shirt that I had been wearing and put on my new clothes under Jim's watchful eyes. It was almost comical the way he ogled my breasts. He was definitely cured. The contents of the last shopping bag gave me a bit of a surprise. "What the heck is this stuff Jim?" I demanded. Inside the bag were a large assortment of gags, butt plugs, dildos, paddles, whips, handcuffs and some rather kinky outfits. Jim grinned. "I stopped by the sex shop next to Rodney's camera store," he confessed, gesturing towards Allie, who had fallen asleep on the couch. "It's going to be a long trip, and she's going to need a little tuning up before we can let her loose. She could run her mouth and get us into some trouble. But I know I can tame her. By the time that ship docks in Miami I'll have her eating out of my hand." I didn't doubt it for a minute. We woke up Allie, stuffed all our belongings including the memory transfer device into the two suit cases and then had Jim help me to dress James in one of the blue jumpsuits. With the work boots, a pair of sunglasses and a baseball cap, he looked like a napping maintenance worker. Jim carried his unconscious body out to the cart and then returned for the suitcases. As Jim and I pulled on the jumpsuits over top of our street clothes, I spoke to Allie. "We do not trust you, my dear. Not yet. You'll have to earn that. So you are going to have to ride in the trunk we got for you. We poked some holes in the top so you can still get some fresh air, but if you make so much as one sound before we let you out I'll cover them up and let you suffocate. Do you understand?" She nodded helplessly, tears forming in her big blue eyes. Of course I could never be that cruel, but I needed something to hold over her head. "Here we go," said Jim as he scooped her up in his big arms, laid her down inside the trunk and helped to curl her up so that she could fit inside. "Be good." Her body was shaking with nervous fear as he closed the lid. I pulled on my hat and sunglasses and helped Jim carry the trunk out to the golf cart. We set it in the back and covered it and the suit cases with a canvas tarp. Jim hopped in behind the wheel and I got in the back beside James' slumbering form. I didn't see any police officers, but there did seem to be a lot of watchful resort security officers poking around. They didn't bother us, though. We made our way to the central administration building and pulled into the parking lot behind it without a hitch. Waiting for us in the far rear was a powder blue Ford pickup. We loaded the trunk and suit cases in the back, then covered them with the tarp and some yard tools that were in the back of the truck. Then we helped James into the cab. The boat wasn't going to wait for us forever, so Jim started up the truck and we headed out. Like at the resort, there were a lot more police out than usual. Squad cars would go blazing past us with sirens blaring, and others would have motorists pulled over, checking their ID's. I didn't really start to sweat until we hit the road block before the port. An officer waved us down and checked Jim's ID. "An American, huh?" he asked, looking at the back of the truck and seeing the pile of yard tools. Got your work papers?" Jim grinned disarmingly and apologized. "Sorry Boss, but I left them back in my room. I can go get them if you want?" The cop tossed him back his wallet and said, "I got bigger fish to fry today, mon. You have them next time I see you or you'll be locked up." Jim assured him he would as he put the truck in gear. We both let out a loud sigh of relief as we left the checkpoint behind. Our ship was moored on the far side of the harbor. It was enormous, easily over six hundred feet long. It was painted a faded blue, with a swath of red along the water line. Two large derrick cranes mounted on the nearby dock where busy hoisting large yellow, blue and red containers up from the dock and then stacking them into neat piles on the deck. About ten crewmen where there directing the operation. Towards the stern of the ship a massive superstructure housing the bridge rose at least fifty feet above the deck, topped by antennas and radar dishes. A gangplank led from the ship down to the dock, but Jim cruised slowly past it and turned into a crowded parking lot across the street. We parked behind some vans and box trucks to hide us from the ship, and when he'd switched off the motor we both pulled off our work boots and jumpsuits to reveal our street clothes. We put on some regular walking shoes and leaving Allie, James and our luggage in the truck, we headed over to the boat and walked up the gangplank. Waiting at the top was a tall, muscular black man in a pair of jeans and a faded green tee shirt. "Alphonso, you made it!" he said with a slight southern drawl as he shook his hand and clapped him on the shoulder. "Glad to have you on board!" "And you must be Janet," he said, turning towards me with sparkling eyes the color of caramel. "Welcome aboard. Captain Will Humphrey, at your service." His manner exuded easy confidence, and his rather sensuous mouth curled in to a bright smile as he held out his hand to help me as I stepped down onto the deck. A naughty shiver of pleasure ran up my spine as my hand touched his. He was a very attractive man, to say the least. "Where are the rest of your companions?" asked Captain Humphrey. "One is in our car, and the other will be along shortly," replied Jim. "In the meantime, could I ask you a favor? Could you loan us a few of your men to help us with our belongings? We have a big trunk, some suitcases and one very drunk friend that we need to get on board." The captain laughed. "No problem, we have a stretcher that gets plenty of use hauling drunken sailors back onto the ship." Turning to a few nearby men he ordered "Indy, Pete, Dan and Niles, grab the stretcher and give these folks a hand with their baggage." Jim headed back down to the pickup with the sailors in tow, which left the Captain alone with me. I leaned against the rail and watched the Jim and his helpers head back to the pickup as the Captain made light conversation, telling me about the weather and the various stops we'd be making on the way to our final destination. According to him our first stop would be Grand Cayman, followed by Haiti, the Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, the Bahamas, and finally Miami. I found him to be a very intelligent and charming man. Jim finally made it back, carrying one side of the trunk. The Captain led the way to our quarters, leading us down a steep set of stairs to the level directly below the main deck. A long corridor lined with piles of boxes and equipment eventually led us to a row of six doors. We stopped at the first two and the Captain produced the keys. Using one to open the door, he said, "These aren't what I would call luxury accommodations, but they're certainly not shabby. They're clean, and you get a TV, a radio, a Queen sized bed and a full bath. You also have a small safe here in the corner to keep your valuables in." He handed the keys to Jim and stepped back so that we could look inside. It was a small room, with the bed taking up most of the space. A door leading to the adjoining cabin lay to the right, and the door to the bathroom was to the left. In the corner by the bathroom was a small dressing table complete with mirror. Over the table the promised television was mounted to the ceiling. Clothes drawers were built into the walls to save space. I looked into the bathroom. To call the tiny sink, toilet and shower a full bath was very generous indeed. The two sailors carrying James gently rolled him off of the stretcher and onto the bed. He just lay there, his rising and falling chest his only movement. "Wow, he's out like a light," said the Captain. When all the luggage had been put into our rooms, including the trunk containing Allie, the Captain offered to give us a quick tour of his ship. Jim begged off, saying that he needed to unpack. Allie had been absolutely silent while inside of the trunk, and I'm sure he wanted to make sure she was okay. I knew that I should have stayed and helped, but my heart beat faster at the thought of exploring the ship with him. I wasn't sure if it was those sexy caramel colored eyes or that smooth southern drawl, but this Captain William Humphrey had definitely stirred up something inside of me. He started the tour off at the galley. "All of your meals will be served here. We serve four meals a day at six, twelve, eighteen and 24 hundred hours. If you miss a meal, you can still get a snack or a sandwich as long as one of the cooks is on duty." He walked me through the hold of the ship, showing me the enormous stacks of containers he was hauling. The uniform size and shape of the containers made the loading and unloading of the cargo much easier, he explained. Inside of the containers where packed the many household items that were in demand on the various islands we would be visiting. Everything from toilet paper to soft drinks to auto parts. Then on to the engine room, a brightly lit pit at the bottom of the hull, filled with enormous noisy machines. He had to shout in order for me to hear him over the overwhelming din. Our next stop was the recreation center. It was made up of three rooms. The first contained several card tables, board games, a pool table and a ping pong table. Next door to that was the TV room, set up like a small theater for watching movies or playing video games. The exercise room across the hall contained state of the art treadmills, stationary bicycles and an extensive collection of free weights. We then toured the crew's quarters, which was a cluster of small cabins equipped with bunk beds and one large communal bathroom. According to the captain, he currently had just twenty five men and one woman to manage the huge ship. I asked why so few, and he replied that modern innovations made more sailors unnecessary. "Besides, if I hired more guys, I'd just have to pay them," he joked. Just down the corridor was the sickbay, equipped with two hospital beds and a strong antiseptic odor. He was the perfect gentleman, taking great care to see to it that all my questions were answered to the best of his ability. He opened the doors and always offered me his hand whenever we had to use the steep sets of stairs between the decks. Even so, I could tell that he was giving me the eye whenever he thought I wasn't looking, especially when I was going up those stairs in my short shorts. It was something that I'd grown used to since becoming a woman. All men were lechers, and the Captain was no different. The tour ended at the bridge. There he showed me the gleaming control room, with its rather futuristic looking computer consoles, radar displays, weather maps, GPS maps and communications gear. "This is the nerve center of the ship," he explained. "All communications and navigational decisions are made here." "I'm impressed, Captain," I said, stepping through a sliding door and out onto a tiny one man balcony which overlooked the huge deck of the ship. "It's so very modern. It's almost like we're on a spaceship, not a boat." The Captain followed me out and squeezed in behind me at the rail. Distracted by the panoramic view spread out before me, I didn't realize that he was there until I felt his breath against my ear. "It does everything but fly," he said as the length of his body pressed against mine. I found my breathing quickening as his close proximity brought an avalanche of sensations pouring through my female form. He nonchalantly pointed out several areas of interest on the deck that were visible from the balcony, but none of what he said registered with me. All I could think about was how he was pressed against me and how it was making my heart beat wildly and causing my breath to catch in my throat. Time stood still as I took in the smell of his cologne and basked in the radiant heat of his body. I suppose that because I didn't object to his nearness he felt that I somehow approved of what he was doing. He finally stopped talking, and after a few moments that seemed to stretch on forever I felt his lips brush the back of my neck. The sensation was both shocking and thrilling. I gasped and shivered as a spark of pure pleasure danced around in my lower belly. I turned around, meaning to object to this rather forward treatment, but his strong arms quickly looped around my slim waist and hauled me against him. The sensation of my breasts being crushed against his hard chest was a shock to my system, making my mind go blank. I struggled to remember what I was about to say. I just stood there, my mouth half open, looking into those mesmerizing eyes of his. A low moan left his throat, a growl of pure male need. Before I could speak his lips came down on mine, sealing them shut. His tongue quickly dipped inside, stroking against mine with a drugging intensity. I gripped his shirt, dazed. Heat spread throughout my body as he kissed me, his hands tracing over my back and caressing in slow, lazy circles. When he finally pulled his lips from mine, I somehow gathered up the tattered shreds of my will power and pushed him away. "No, please, no, I can't, this is wrong," I gasped, trying to catch my breath and still my hammering heart. He chuckled, and said, "It may be wrong, but I could tell that you enjoyed it. Your body shivers and quakes at my touch." He bent to kiss me again, but I managed to dodge his lips and strained to push him away. He looked at me intently for a moment, his caramel colored eyes locked on mine. "I think you're lying, Janet. I think that you want this just as much as I do. However, I respect your decision." He suddenly released me, and my knees were so weak that I had to lean against the railing for a moment before my strength returned. I tried to regain my composure as I followed him out the door. Thankfully, he showed no anger or bitterness at my rejection. The easygoing personality he had displayed earlier returned, and by the time we had reached my cabin I had almost convinced myself that the events on the bridge were just a bad dream. The Captain showed me inside, where we found that James hadn't moved an inch. His breathing had slowed to the point it appeared that he wasn't even breathing at all. The Captain noticed this, and inspected him more closely. Lifting an eyelid, he exclaimed, "His pupils are dilated. This can't be good." Pulling a cell phone from his pocket, he quickly dialed a number. "Lynne, we need you in the passenger cabins, ASAP. One of the passengers is unconscious." He nodded a few times as he listened to the person on the other end and then hung up the phone. Within a few minutes two sailors with a gurney arrived. They were closely followed by a slim Asian woman in jeans and a white silk blouse. The Captain made the introductions. "Janet, this is Lynne. She's our resident medic." Lynne gave me a quick smile and a nod of her head before she turned her full attention to James. "You're right, he's not sleeping, he's comatose," she said after a quick inspection. Calling to the sailors, she instructed them to place James on the gurney and rush him down to the sickbay. The Captain excused himself to prepare his ship for departure as Lynne and I followed along behind the gurney. As we went, she asked me about what may have happened. I confessed that I wasn't sure. All I knew was that he had been drinking heavily the night before. His gurney was wheeled into the sickbay, and an oxygen mask was fitted to his face as Lynne began to check his blood pressure. I looked on, full of worry. She looked up from what she was doing and noticed me standing there wringing my hands. "Why don't you head back to your cabin and get ready for departure? You can't do anything here, and I can stop by in a bit and let you know how he's doing." I took her advice and slowly headed back to the cabin. As a man, I had known physical love, but never love that came from the heart. Now that I had found it, the thought that it might be taken from me ripped my insides to shreds. With my head hanging low, I opened the door to my cabin. My mind was in turmoil, and at first when I stepped inside I didn't hear the noises coming from next door. But it was impossible to ignore the loud slaps and muffled screams for long. Curiosity overcame me and I softly opened the adjoining door between the two cabins. What I saw raised my eyebrows. While I'd been gone, Jim had pulled poor Allie from her trunk and had stripped her of the scanty French maid's outfit. Allie's nude torso now rested on the bed, her knees on the floor. The knotted neckties she'd worn earlier had been exchanged for two pairs of chrome handcuffs and a bright red ball gag. With her hands cuffed behind her back and her legs cuffed at the ankles, all she could do was wriggle and scream into the gag as Jim forcefully wielded a leather belt on her bare behind. I winced at every blow, knowing full well what it felt like. From past experience I knew that Jim was the prototypical alpha male with a large sadistic streak running through him. I almost felt sorry for Allie. Almost. After I'd counted twenty strokes, he finally stopped and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Do you want some more?" he asked in a harsh, demanding voice. Allie let out a muffled grunt and vehemently shook her head from side to side. From where I stood I could understand why. Her ass was red as a tomato and swollen with multiple over lapping welts. To make sure she understood her position he cracked the hard leather belt against her tender bottom twice more before growling, "Are you sure?" Allie frantically nodded her head, tears streaming from her eyes, her torso writhing submissively on the bed. "So you're going to do exactly what we tell you to, right?" Again she desperately nodded affirmatively. "Alright, then. Get off the bed," instructed Jim. Allie lifted her torso from the bed and turned to face Jim on her knees. She looked up at Jim with her tear stained face as he unfastened the ball gag. He straightened back up and looked down at her with a stern expression. "OK, let's try it again. What's your name?" Her lips trembling, she replied, "Ch..Charlie Brasswell." "Good girl," said Jim in a condescending tone. "That wasn't so hard, was it? And who am I?" "Alphonso Tortelli," she whispered, looking for all the world like a whipped puppy. "And what is my relationship with you?" "You're..you're my boyfriend." "Good Girl!" praised Jim. "And you're going to be saying this whenever anyone should ask, right?" Allie nodded her head miserably. "And why are you going to do that?" "Be..because nobody would ever believe me if I told them the truth." "That's right, no one would ever believe such a hair brained story. But what's the other reason?" "Because you'll beat me with the belt if I don't do as you say," she sobbed. "Correct," snarled Jim. "You'll think today's session was nothing compared to what I'll do if you even think about spilling the beans." Jim continued, but in a softer tone. "This isn't going to be forever, babe. For a couple of weeks tops, you're going to have to be a girl. If you're good, and do exactly as Janet and I say, we'll give you back your body. OK?" Allie nodded again, a hopeful look on her face. "But don't think that this is going to be easy," he said sternly. "You're going to have to learn to walk, talk and act just like a woman now that you are one. And you're going to need to be ready to do anything a normal woman would do. Which means, of course, that you're going to have to take good care of that special man in your life." Allie looked confused. "Take care of.... you?" she asked. "What do you mean?" Jim grinned like a shark and unbuckled his belt. "Like I said, I need you to be a good little girlfriend for me. That means that you're going to be having sex with me whenever I ask. You'll be my own personal little cum dumpster." He let his pants fall to his ankles. His erect penis flopped out, almost hitting Allie in the face. "Whenever this cock gets hard, your job is to drain it for me." Allie made a face and moved to pull away from Jim's erect penis. But Jim grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her back, shoving his crotch into her face. She struggled at first, but as she was forced to breath in his male scent she became more relaxed, more submissive. It was Jim's male pheromones, overcoming Allies inhibitions with a tidal wave of sexual desire. I could almost see the tension leaving her body. He released her head but she didn't move far, content to remain where she was with Jim's big stiff penis hanging in front of her face. "This used to be your cock, right?" Allie nodded, clearly fascinated by the sight and the scent of the penis hanging inches from her face. "Remember how good it felt when a girl kissed it?" She nodded again. "Well, I need you to do that for me now. I need you to kiss it for me." Allie didn't reply, she just leaned forward with her lips pursed and planted a kiss right on the head of Jim's cock. She pulled back and slowly licked her lips. "You see?" asked Jim. "It doesn't taste bad, does it? Now do it again."Allie did as she was ordered, pursing her lips and planting hot, wet kisses all over the large head of Jim's penis. "That's it, baby. Make it nice and wet," moaned Jim and Allie obeyed, slowly kissing and licking the entire length of his cock. She didn't stop until she had coated his fat rod with a thin layer of her saliva. "Balls too," he said, pulling his fat cock up so that Allie could get at his ball sac. She licked and mouthed them, weighing them both on her tongue until they too were soaked in her spit. "OK, enough of that. Take it in your mouth and suck on it." She obediently opened her mouth and slurped the head of his penis into her mouth. "That's it, oh yeah," groaned Jim as her lips slowly slid down his shaft. "You're gonna be a first class cock sucker when I'm done with you, sweetheart." Allie bobbed her head, taking in as much of his penis as she could, which wasn't much. After a few minutes of this Jim became impatient. Grabbing the novice cocksucker by her long blond hair, his hips began to jab forcefully into her face, stabbing his fat penis into the pit of her throat. "Oh god, here it comes," he groaned, pulling Allie's face tight against his crotch and holding her there, his pubic hair mashing into her lips. "Eat it. Eat it all, you little slut." I watched as her throat worked convulsively, swallowing her first load of sperm. Probably just the first of many, if I knew Jim. He released his hold on her head and she quickly pulled back, gasping for air. After catching her breath, she went right back down, sucking his stiff cock clean before she gave it a final lick and a kiss. "It looks like you've got things well in hand, Jim," I said, opening the door and surprising the both of them. Jim turned and grinned like the cat who'd eaten the canary while Allie turned a bright shade of red. I looked down at Allie with a smile and said, "For a beginner, you've got a lot of natural talent, kid. And the way you swallowed down all of his sperm! I sure hope that you liked the taste, because Jim is going to be giving you a regular diet of it from now on." If it was possible, her face turned even redder. "Put the gag back on her, will you?" I asked. "You and I have got a few things to discuss, and I don't want her interrupting." Jim did so, then pulled up his pants and sat down on the bed next to me. Allie remained kneeling on the carpet at our feet. "It looks like your brother is a lot worse off than we thought. He's in the sick bay right now. They're giving him oxygen!" I tried to keep the anguish out of my voice, but Jim saw right through me. He gathered me in his arms and squeezed me tight, and I quietly cried onto his shoulder. After my tears finally dried up, Jim slowly released me. "Don't worry, Janet. I know my brother. He's tough, and it will take a lot more than this to bring him down." Encouraged, I managed a wan smile as I dried my eyes and described the tour of the ship as well as what had occurred on the bridge. Jim smiled. "Well, you've got to admit he's got good taste. Do you find him attractive, Janet?" I hadn't been expecting him to ask me that. Caught off guard, I lied. "No, no, of course not. What would make you say such a thing?" Jim gave me a knowing look. "C'mon, that guy's picture is filed in the dictionary under tall, dark, and handsome. I saw you checking him out, and how you jumped at the chance to get a personal guided tour from him." I started to protest, trying to explain how I had feelings for James and that I felt I should wait for him, not some Johnny come lately, no matter how charming or good looking he was. Jim interrupted me. "Look, Janet, I don't want to tell you what you should or should not do, but that guy is in charge on this boat. I had to pay him double the current rate because the cops had been snooping around the docks asking questions hours before I even showed up. He knows there's something fishy about us but because of the extra money he's taking the risk of not calling the cops. Don't make him regret it. If you can get on his good side it can only do us good." "But what about James?" I demanded. "What about him?" he scoffed. It's not like you two are married. He's passed out and probably won't be out of bed for days, from what you've told me. Do you really think that he would remain celibate if your fortunes were reversed? I know my brother, and he's just like me. He'd bang just about anything that wiggles. But anyways, I'm not saying you should fuck the guy. At least, not if you don't want to. Just be nice to him, maybe flirt with him a little. That's all I'm asking." I realized the wisdom of his advice, but guilt still wrenched at my insides. I told Jim I would think about it. I turned my attention back to Allie. "Is she going to do what she's told?" I asked Jim. Allie looked up at me and nodded. "Yes, she knows what she'll get if she spills the beans. And what she won't get. She knows we're her only way back." "OK, then we need to get her dressed and presentable. The captain is going to think it's weird if she stays in the room for the whole trip. I went through our new suitcases and found some clothes for Allie: A tiny black thong, a matching pushup bra, a short denim miniskirt, a colorful floral print top with spaghetti shoulder straps and a pair of low heeled sandals. Jim unlocked the handcuffs and removed the gag, and we both sat on the bed and watched as Allie got dressed for the first time as a woman. She had an anguished look on her face when she saw what she had to wear, but she kept quiet. She slid the thong panties up her long, slim legs without a hitch, but when it came time for the bra she was a little confused. It was funny to watch as she tried to keep her big boobs stuffed into the cups as she struggled with the fastener between her shoulder blades. After I'd had a few laughs I finally stood up and helped her before she broke a nail. I adjusted the shoulder straps on her bra, and since I was already standing I helped her step into the skirt, zipped up the back and then pulled the top down over her head. When she'd put her arms through the flimsy spaghetti straps she sat on the bed and buckled the strappy sandals to her small, well formed feet. "Stand up," ordered Jim. "Turn around. I want to see how you look." Allie complied, standing and spinning around 360 degrees. Jim let out a long, low whistle of approval, causing Allie to blush. I had to agree with Jim's assessment. The skirt was rather short and tight, showing off her shapely legs and well rounded derriere. And the low cut top combined with the push up bra offered a spectacular view of her round, soft breasts. To say that she looked good was an understatement. But we weren't finished with her yet. "Sit down in the chair, Allie," I advised. She gingerly lowered her sore behind onto the seat and looked surprised when I produced a tube of lipstick, an eyeliner pencil, a tube of mascara and some eye shadow. "We want to look our best," I explained as I took the pencil and showed her how to use it, slowly circling both of my eyes with an thin black line. After I'd finished, I handed it to her and watched. She quickly applied a smooth, smudge free line around the edges of her eyes. "Very good!" I exclaimed, surprised at how easily she had done it. It had taken me a few days before I'd felt comfortable applying cosmetics. She hesitantly smiled back at me as I showed her how to use the mascara brush, applying a thin coating onto my eyelashes. Allie watched me closely and mimicked my movements when it was her turn. Then came the eyeshadow. We had four colors to choose from, and I chose the bluish that best complimented my blue tee shirt. I decided on the beige color for Allie, to best match the dominant color in her top. The color of the lipstick wasn't the best match for either my or Allie's complexion, but since it was all that we had we made due. I applied a coating to my bee stung lips and then watched as she did the same. "You look very pretty, Allie!" I said with a smile. "And you catch on quickly. If you keep it up, we'll have you back in your old body in no time." She smiled broadly, obviously pleased. Just then a loud, long groaning horn sounded. "That must be the signal that we're getting ready to leave port," said Jim. "Let's go topside and watch." We headed up the stairs to the main deck and emerged to find the crew hustling and bustling about, preparing the ship to leave. A group of sailors, the captain among them, gathered at the side of the boat, hauling in the gang plank. He'd taken off his shirt, and I watched the muscles play across his broad back as he sweated in the tropical sun. He had the physique of a man who had spent long hours in the gym. With the gang plank secured he signaled to the men waiting at either end of the ship to cast loose the ropes securing it to the pier. When they had done so, he turned around to discover us watching him. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on as he walked over to us. When he caught sight of Allie he frowned at first, probably wondering how such a hot broad had gotten onto his boat with him having seen her, then broke out into a smile. "I see you all made it on board," he said. Jim made the introductions. When the Captain shook her hand and gave her a smile I felt a vicious stab of jealousy deep in my heart. It was kind of bewildering. I was having some pretty deep feelings for James and I knew that I should keep my distance from the Captain, but seeing him looking Allie over brought out feelings that I seemed to have no control over. "This is a crowded harbor," announced the Captain, "so we've got a team of three tug boats that are going to push us out into open water. Once we're running free, we'll head to our first stop, Grand Cayman Island. We'll unload a few containers and be on our way. Would you like to come up to the bridge and watch us depart?" Jim spoke for all of us when he quickly agreed and the Captain led the way. A crew member standing at the helm gave him a casual salute as the we entered the bridge. He introduced him to us as Chief Mate Mark Sherman. He was a stocky man of African descent, well built and powerfully muscled. As I stood there in the control room with the others, I tried not to think about how the Captain had soundly kissed me here just a short while ago, but it was hard, especially when he made a point of coming and standing near me. His close proximity instantly had me in a tizzy. My heart sped up and my skin seemed to tingle. "Are we ready to go, Mr. Sherman?" asked the captain. "Aye aye, sir." he replied with vigor. "Then radio the tugs and lets get going," he ordered, motioning towards the huge window on covering the entire wall. "Here they come now!" We watched as the three boats approached. They were small and squat, and didn't look capable of pushing this gigantic boat around. I was wrong. The tug boats deployed around our larger ship with surprising speed and grace, with one at the rear and two at the front to pull. A loud whistle sounded from the lead tug boat and we started forward with a lurch. The sudden movement of the ship caught me off guard, and I stumbled against the captain. He caught me around the waist and held on to me before I could fall. "Careful there, Miss Washington," he said with a playful smile on his sensuous lips. "We wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." "Th..thank you," I stammered, my heart pounding inside of my chest but not from the near fall. His touch was like an electric shock, setting me nerve endings on fire. He paused for a moment before he released his hold on my waist, clearly enjoying the effect that he was having on me. We watched an aquatic ballet as the small tug boats guided our massive cargo ship through the busy harbor and out into open water. They finally peeled away from our ship with waves and a few toots of their horns. A noticeable vibration could be felt far below in the bowels of the ship as the engines began to work, taking us away from the island of Jamaica. The view from the bridge was incredible, the massive hull of our ship surrounded on all sides by the deep blue sea for as far as the eye could see. The captain excused himself, saying that he had business to attend to below decks, but before he left he invited us to eat dinner with him and the crew. Jim assured him we would be there. We left the control room to go down to the sick bay and look in on James. He lay in his bed, the oxygen mask still on his face and an IV drip attached to his arm, dead to the world. Lynn sat at a nearby desk, filling out paperwork. She looked up when we entered and gave me an encouraging smile. "His blood pressure is up and he seems to be improving. I ran a few simple blood tests and from what they tell me he's suffering from alcohol poisoning and possibly an overdose of some kind of opiate." "Opiate?" I asked. "Isn't that a narcotic?" "Yes, it's the family of drugs that are derived from the poppy plant. Heroin and morphine, among others. Your friend is lucky to be alive." Her words made me see red. Janet and the ex-senator Herndon owed me plenty for what they had done to me, but what they had done to James went beyond the pale. I vowed to myself that they would pay for their crimes. "When do you think he'll wake up?" I asked. "I can't be sure. Maybe tomorrow or the next day? His system has taken a huge shock, and needs time to recover. Even after he regains consciousness, he may be too weak to make it out of the bed. Only time will tell." Seeing that there was nothing more we could do, we headed back to our cabins to wash up for dinner. I took a quick shower in my tiny bathroom and exchanged my shorts and tee shirt for a pretty salmon colored sun dress. It was sleeveless, with a low neckline that showed the tops of my breasts and a flouncy skirt with a few lace ruffles that came down just past my knees. I had to give Jim his props for buying the correct size, as well as his excellent taste. I wondered if perhaps his brief stint as a female had anything to do with it. When I opened the adjoining door between the rooms I saw that Allie was wearing a form fitting blue velvet tube dress that came down to mid thigh. I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra because her nipples were tenting the fabric. Jim was wearing a pair of faded khaki pants and a brown polo shirt. After Allie and I had finished applying our cosmetics, we headed down to the dining room. There were six tables there, and about fifteen sailors were seated at them eating when we showed up. I saw Lynne at one of the far tables and waved to her. Jim spotted the Captain at a corner table and guided us over. The Captain had exchanged his blue jeans for a starched white uniform with gold braid on the shoulders. Already sitting at the table where three of his officers, all wearing the same uniform as the Captain, but with differing emblems. The Captain made the introductions. The tall, dark haired man with the piercing blue eyes to his left was Mr. Reynolds, his Chief Engineer. To his right was the stocky, muscular Mr. Sherman, his Chief Mate whom we'd met earlier. Next to Mr. Sherman was seated a slim Latino with a large bushy mustache who, we were informed, was Mr. Garcia, the Second Mate. "We don't usually get a chance to show off our company uniforms," explained the Captain, "so we like to have fun when we get the chance." The Captain held my chair as I sat down, and then proceeded to help everyone at the table to a glass of red wine. As he seated himself next to me he whispered, "We're all off duty tonight, so a little wine won't hurt." The meal was simple yet delicious. Garlic bread, spaghetti with meat sauce and a side salad. I had forgotten to eat during the excitement of our day, and the food was a much welcomed respite. Dessert was apple pie a la mode. The conversation at the table was lighthearted and easy. After the stress of our escape, I found myself having fun and getting loose. The Captain and his officers seemed to enjoy the company, and they regaled us with stories of the sea and kept us laughing all the way through dessert. Jim seemed to get along with the Captain's officers rather well. He sat across from Mr. Sherman, their heads close together, thick as thieves. Allie, for her part, looked more than a little uncomfortable. The lustful stares she was getting from the three officers had her on edge, like a deer caught in the headlights. Sherman, Reynolds and Garcia all looked like they would have liked to gobble her up along with their apple pie. When the dishes had finally been cleared away and all the wine had been poured, I looked around to see that Jim, Allie and everyone else at the table were gone. The Captain noticed my surprised look and said, "They left a few minutes ago. I thought you noticed." I realized somewhat belatedly that I hadn't noticed anything all night but Captain Will Humphrey and how handsome he looked in his uniform. Maybe it was the wine, but when he offered to walk me back to my cabin I accepted. The sun had been low in the sky when we'd gone inside to dinner, but as we walked out onto the deck it was pitch black, lit only by the light of a million stars. "It's beautiful," I gasped, enthralled by the natural beauty of the night sky. "There's no lights out here at sea, so you can always see a lot more stars than you can on land, " he said as he walked me over to a darkened section of the ship, away from the navigational lights. We leaned against the railing as he pointed out all the constellations that were visible and told me the legends attached to them. After he'd named all that he knew, we stood there in silence, drinking in the stars, the balmy weather, the salt air and the gentle rocking of the ship. His hand found mine on the railing and gave it a gentle squeeze. I leaned against his body, resting my head on his shoulder as we watched the night sky. It just seemed like the natural thing to do. He slid closer, and moved his strong arm around my waist. "Janet?" he asked after a few minutes. "You wouldn't mind if I kissed you, would you?" I hesitated before I answered him. What he had said to me earlier on the bridge was absolutely true. I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me. And Jim had given me the green light because he felt it might help to keep us out of trouble. But thoughts of James lying in his hospital bed made me think twice. If I started an affair with Will Humphrey, what would happen when James was finally able to get out of bed? "You can, but only if you agree to my terms," I finally said. "And what would they be?" "Whatever we start here tonight, we end it the minute I say. No questions asked, no hard feelings. We just walk away. Agreed?" He pulled me into his arms and said, "I'm probably going to regret it later, but okay, I agree." My entire thought process dissolved as his mouth descended onto mine, his hot breath searing my skin. My brain shut down and my traitorous body took over. Neither the fact that I had once been a man, nor my love for James had any affect on my situation. My body was going to have what it wanted, and I really had no say in the matter. Kissing him was unlike kissing any other man I'd known during my short career as a woman. He had a molten fire to his kisses that I'd never experienced before. His kisses seemed to speak to me, and what wicked, sexy things they did say. I stood rooted against the railing, reveling in the taste of his hot mouth sucking at mine. My arms looped around his neck and he was free to let his lips and hands roam as they would. He found the zipper on the back of my dress and slowly pulled it down as he continued to give me those hot, wet sucking kisses. Without a thought I shrugged off the shoulder straps, and the top of the dress fell to my waist, leaving my double D brazier filled with two soft, round breasts on full display. He pinched my fat nipples through the fabric, making me gasp into his mouth and sending a massive jolt of pleasure to my already drenched vagina. His clever fingers quickly unsnapped the front fastener and flicked the cups to the side. While Captain Humphrey cupped my breasts and gently tugged on my nipples, my hands where hardly idle. I ran them over his broad, strong back, his lean hips and hard buttocks. I pulled his shirt tail out of his pants and placed my hand underneath, eager to touch bare skin. "Damn, Janet, you're so beautiful," he panted as kissed his way down my neck towards my bare breasts. "You're like a dream come true." I moaned as his lips touched my sensitive nipples, first one, then the other, kissing, sucking and gently biting them, until they both were wet and rigid. My vagina began to send signals to my brain, insisting that a hard penis was needed immediately. "Will, not here," I begged, my voice thick with need. "Can we go somewhere else?" The Captain didn't think twice. He grabbed my hand and led me across the darkened deck to a nearby companionway. I adjusted my clothing as we walked. His cabin was a short distance down a dimly lit corridor. He fumbled his key into the lock and opened the door. Leading me inside, he flicked on the lights. I found myself in a very large and richly appointed room. My eyes widened in surprise. It had to be at least ten times the size of my tiny cabin. The walls were paneled with some kind of polished hard wood, which gleamed in the glare of the florescent lights. A few book shelves, a desk, a TV and a stereo were scattered about the big room. Here and there pictures hung from the walls, beautiful oil paintings of ships and the sea. The floor was carpeted with a thick shag rug that my feet seemed to sink into, and hard in the far corner of the room was the bed. The bed itself wasn't anything special, just a plain wooden frame bolted to the floor with a thick king sized mattress on top. What made it interesting was the mirrors mounted on the ceiling and surrounding walls. I looked at our reflection in the mirror as he gathered me in his strong arms and held me close. "I can't believe my luck. A beautiful young woman like you to share my bed." Our lips met in a passionate kiss, his tongue battling with mine. He quickly removed my dress, and I lay down on the bed wearing only my bra and panties. He hastily began to remove his uniform, and I enjoyed the sight as his fit male body was revealed to my admiring eyes. After he dropped his pants, I saw his penis for the first time. It was about eight inches long, jet black in color, and very thick. It hardened visibly as he stepped over to the bed. The sight of that thick ebony meat stick made my lower belly quiver with anticipation. He climbed on to the bed to join me, and swiftly unhooked and removed my bra. His fingers then hooked the waistband of my panties and pulled them down and off. My legs parted automatically. He climbed between them and brought his penis to the entrance of my vagina. As he bent down to kiss me, his tongue invaded my mouth at the same time as his penis began to enter my body. His hips moved slowly at first, pumping his stiff cock deeper and deeper inside of my welcoming vagina until he finally reached bottom. His hips began to rise and fall, stuffing my vagina with his fat penis. As I became accustomed to his size, I began to rock my hips against his, and was rewarded by the feeling of his pubic bone grinding against my sensitive clitoris. I moaned with pleasure as we made love, watching our reflection in the mirror on the ceiling. His buttocks would move rhythmically up and down between my widespread legs in time to the feeling of his large penis thrusting in and out of my belly. The sensations where overwhelming, and it didn't take long before I was clawing at his back as I began to cum. He took no notice, he just continued to fuck me as hard as he could, plunging his thick penis into my