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HH7: Appearance versus Reality, part of the HH series TG adult fiction by talltglover. If you are offended by men or women having sex with transgenders or hermaphrodites, or live in an area where such activity is illegal, or are too young to be reading adult erotica, please do not continue. This story is unlike most of my other fiction, which concerns men turning into women (conceptually) or hermaphrodites and having sex with other men. This story was written as a special request, and is about women becoming hermaphrodites and their sexual adventures during and following that transformation. This concerns a world where a pill can cause massive growth of a male's penis, or the growth of a penis on a woman, creating a functioning Hermaphrodite. As we've learned in previous stories, the pill is not entirely without side effects. One side effect is the production of come to ridiculous levels. Another is that come is a powerful addicting agent, causing the recipient to want ever increasing amounts from the donor. Over time, if not controlled, the ingestion of the come will have similar effects on the person drinking it. Another side effect is that the penis growth will cause a male life threatening complications unless a significant operation is performed, which will remove his testicles and provide him a pseudo-vagina. In women, the penis growth is stunted unless a simple operation is performed to slightly relocate the bladder and route the urethra through the freshly grown penis, and pseudo-prostate. Appearance, from a "Penthouse Forum" posting: Call me Sunil. I'm a 22 year old programmer in New Jersey, USA on an H1B visa from Bangalore, India. I live with three room mates in a 2 bedroom apartment. We are all sending money back to our parents in India, and live cheaply here. My mates say that I'm too conservative and no real fun. I spend most nights watching American Television, mostly "reality" programs which are very enlightening to someone who grew up poor in India, as I have. After being here, I became increasingly lonely. Mostly, I missed seeing my girlfriend Maya. While we don't have a contract to wed, we're very much in love. Even using skype to video chat with her, I felt alone. My mates suggested I go to the Indian Chat House and have some tea. They told me they've met many people there and had a very good time. So, one Wednesday night when I was feeling especially lonely, I went. It was somewhat late when I finally made my way to the place, almost 9pm. When I arrived, there weren't many single people there. Somewhat dejected, I sat down and ordered some Tea from the pretty waitress. When she returned, I tried to talk to her, but she told me she was too busy to chit-chat with me. As I slowly sipped my tea, I noticed that virtually everyone in the room was sitting at a table with someone else. The only people in the restaurant sitting alone were myself and an Auntie nearby. I was a little shocked when she caught my eye and raised her cup of tea in a toast. I raised mine back, and she gestured I should come over. Having watched American reality TV, I knew that older women could be "cougars" and want skinny young men like myself. But, being alone in a room with dozens of people wasn't my idea of a good time. I got up and went over to her table with my tea. She told me her name was Asha Ghandi, a very prestigious name. In India, she'd probably never interact with a commoner like myself. She looked to be in her mid to late 30's, with beautiful, delicate features. I have what is considered "good color", meaning I am light skinned for someone of my caste. Her skin was a shade darker than mine. She probably took me for someone of her caste, but she didn't flinch when I told her my surname. She invited me to sit, so I did. The waitress came around and re-filled our tea cups and we chatted about American food and culture for what seemed to be a few minutes, but was, in fact, two hours. The waitress came over at one point and told us the Chat House was closing, and dropped the bill on the table. Asha called her a rather vulgar name after she was out of earshot, and we both laughed. I paid the bill. Asha asked if I'd like to come to her house tomorrow for a real Indian dinner. I had such a good time, I figured "Why not?" and accepted. She wrote her address on a napkin, and told me to be there at 6pm. The next day, I told my mates about "Cougar Asha" and they all congratulated me on my good fortune. They joked that older women are more passionate, so I shouldn't work too hard at work, so I could keep up with her. We all laughed. When I arrived at Asha's house, I wasn't surprised to find a nice single home in a typical American suburb. She obviously came from money, and her English and idiomatic American dialect told me she had spent some years here. I knocked on the door, and a tall American man opened the door. I was a bit taken aback. He held out his hand and said, "You must be Sunil. I'm Roger, Asha's husband," I didn't know really what to think, but shook his hand. What did I get myself into? Roger led me into the living room and offered me a drink. I told him I didn't drink alcohol. He told me that no one in the family but himself drank alcohol, and made a joke about "drunken Irishmen". He offered me a choice of water or "Shanti's juice". He suggested I try the juice, which he said was quite refreshing. I chose the juice. He gestured for me to sit, and went off to another room. A minute or two later, he appeared with two glasses. His was a short glass filled with a brown liquid and ice cubes. Mine was a tall thin glass with ice and a liquid the color of white grapefruit juice. I took a sip. It was slightly sweet and a little musky at the same time. Roger asked me how I liked it? I told him it was tasty. My second sip tasted better than the first. He said his daughter makes it fresh each day. It's a mixture of juices that includes Lychee liquified in a food processor. The more I drank, the saltier it seemed to be. I mentioned this to Roger, who told me it's because the colder the juice is, the more the sugars in the juice are converted at the surface of the taste buds to a salty taste. He said that when it's first made, it's somewhat warm, and the taste is actually very, very sweet. As I finished up the first glass, he asked me if I'd like another. I said I did, as I figured it would be better than having water. He suggested I have it without as much ice, so it would be less salty and therefore go better with dinner, which Asha told him was about to be served. I agreed. When Roger came back with the glass, it was full with only a single piece of ice. He showed me through the house to the dining room, which was covered with steaming plates of delicious smelling authentic Indian food. Not since leaving Bangalore had I smelled such smells! Seated at the table was a girl about my age. Roger told her not to be rude, and she put down her iphone and stood up. She was thin, as many Indian girls are until they get married, with high firm breasts (or a very good Victoria's Secret bra). Her skin complexion was very light, and her hair long and dark. Her blouse was fashionably American, but she was wearing a madras print skirt that went to the floor. She seemed to tower over me by several inches, so I assume she was wearing heels. "Sunil, meet Shanti," Roger said. "Hello, Shanti." "Pleased to meet you, Sunil," she replied. "Shanti, Sunil has tried your juice. He's on his second cup," Roger interjected into the chasm of silence that had developed after the introduction. "Yes, I like the juice very much. It is very tasty," I complemented her. "Thank you," she said. "Did you make any of this lovely meal?" I asked. "No, Mother cooks everything. She says that school work is more important than learning to cook, so I don't do much in the kitchen," she replied We all sat when Asha came in with yet another platter of steaming food. Dinner conversation was a re-run of yesterday's conversation at the Chat House, with me interjecting heaps of compliments on the food served. Shanti seemed to be friendly, and I figured out that Asha and Roger were looking for a husband for her. As someone who is of mixed ancestry, it's unlikely that she'd be well received by most traditional Indian families, especially those of Asha's caste. Shanti was, surprising to learn, 20 years old, and in college. I assumed she was 16 or 17 because of how she acted. She seemed very awkward socially, like she had not been exposed to being out with men. Asha, eager to drive home a point of her being a good Indian wife candidate, boasted that Shanti isn't permitted to date until she graduates college. Asha's cooking was a bit spicier than my own mother's, and I went through two glasses of juice during dinner. When I drained my third glass, towards the end of the meal, Roger told Shanti that the container in the kitchen was empty. Shanti told her father she'd make some fresh. Roger told me that I would be in for a treat if I tasted it warm, without ice. I told Shanti that's the way I'd take it, since she was going to the effort to make me some. Shanti disappeared for almost 10 minutes. I heard the blender running for most of that time. Asha went in to tell her to hurry up. When they returned, the juice was in a fresh glass, and was a bit frothy. It had a different scent, almost like a can of nuts. I tasted it. It was warm, and very, very sweet. I told them I liked it, and they all smiled. Shanti told me it would get less sweet as it cooled, but if I put a napkin over the top of the glass, it could slow the cooling while allowing the froth on top to settle. I put a napkin over the glass as instructed. After dinner, Roger, Shanti, and I went back to the living room. My juice had lost its foamy head, and was still very sweet. I noticed it was a little lumpier, like pulp in citrus juice. I mentioned this to Shanti, who said that the lumps disappear as it cools. I made sure to put the napkin back on top of the glass after each sip. After a few minutes, Roger asked Shanti to leave and then got right to the point. "Sunil, what do you think of Shanti?" he asked. "She's a nice girl," I replied. "Do you think she looks Indian enough?" "She looks like a New Delhi Princess to me," I replied. "She's not. She's a spoiled American Desi who thinks she wants a rich American husband who will let her stay home and watch TV all day." I laughed. Roger laughed. "Sunil, we want to find her a husband who will enforce a traditional Indian family, if you know what I mean." "I don't..." "We want her to have children, settle down, and be a good wife. We have a dowry for her. We've been successful, and whoever marries her will never have to work again." "Here or in India?" "Here." "That must be some dowry!" I said. "It's $10 million." "Wow!" I exclaimed. "I know it's a lot of money, but she needs a strong husband and she's picky. Asha would be heartbroken if Shanti didn't marry an Indian boy." "And you're telling me this because?" "We think you might be up to the task. Asha likes you and has talked with you enough to know you'd be a good match to Shanti. Asha spoke to Shanti while she was making the juice. She thinks you're 'hot', which I take to be a good sign." I laughed. "I don't recall ever being told I was 'hot'!" He laughed. "Shanti has her own mind. While we've tried to be a traditional family here, she's been infected with American ideals. We forbade her to date, and she would 'meet up' with boys at the mall. At one point, we had a woman who drove her everywhere and acted like a chaperone because she was sneaking around on us." "Father, you know that's not quite true," Shanti interjected, as she came back into the room, her long legs getting caught in her skirt, and causing her to crash to the ground with a loud thump. I rushed over to help her up. As I was doing that, she reached out her hand and briefly touched my crotch. I looked down, and she was smiling. I helped her to the sofa where I was previously sitting. "Shanti, I told you that you need to wear shorter skirts!" Roger bellowed "You could get seriously hurt if you fell into the coffee table or something hard!" "Father, I'm fine, just a little bruise on my elbow. Could you get me some ice?" she replied. Roger left to get ice. Shanti slid across the couch so she was right next to me. "Let's get something straight. I like to suck cock. I lost my virginity years ago. If you want a little Indian wife who wants to have six screaming children, I'm not your girl, understood?" she whispered. Taken a little aback, all I could say was, "Yes." "Well?" "Well what?" I replied "What do you think of what I just said?" Shanti whispered. "You're a handful, but nothing you said is a problem for me," I replied. "I'm MORE than a handful, but I come with a big dowry. Is that all you're looking for?" she said. "No, the dowry isn't an issue for me," I said. "I can be bossy in the bedroom," she whispered. "That's ok," I said. "I mean REALLY bossy," she whispered. "That's ok," I said again. "How big is your cock?" she whispered. "Uh, average size, like 6 inches" I said. "Thick and brown?" she whispered. "Yes," I replied. "How flexible are you?" she asked. "Not when I'm hard," I replied. "No, how flexible are you in bed?" she asked. "I do yoga. I'm capable of bending in ways you can't imagine," I replied. "Still didn't answer what I'm asking. How adaptable are you to new and different things in the bedroom?" she asked. "I don't really know. I've only been with one girl, and that was very conventional. You know, me on top," I replied. At that moment, her father came back with an ice bag. She put it against her elbow, which obviously had no real damage. "Father, he'll do fine," she said. "Ok, Sunil, you're going to get a special opportunity tonight. Shanti would like you to join her in her bedroom to get to know her a little better. Yes, I know it's an unconventional offer, especially coming from a parent. But, Asha and I both know Shanti has been sexually active for years. It's been our desire she find a nice Indian boy and settle down, and the only way she would agree is if she would have the opportunity to have sex with him before marriage. As you aren't married, you WILL be wearing a condom today. If she accepts you, you will be invited to ask me for her hand in marriage when the time is right," Roger said gleefully and then called out "Asha! He's made the cut!" Asha came in wearing an apron and hugged Roger. "You two better be getting along now," she said, pointing towards the hallway. Shanti practically pulled me off the sofa and dragged me upstairs to a bedroom. The bedroom obviously wasn't her room. It looked sterile, like a guest room. Shanti kicked off her shoes. We were the same height. "Oh, should I have left my shoes on?" she said, coyingly. "No, this is fine," I said before she planted her lips on mine and pushed me towards the bed. We landed on the bed, with me underneath. I put my arms around her, and she pushed them away as I tried to squeeze her butt. Abruptly, she got up. "I need to get out of this skirt. When I get back her in 2 minutes, you better be naked and hard," and then walked out the door. When she returned, I was naked and hard. She was wearing a black leather knee length skirt and a matching bustier. Her breasts were full, practically popping out the top. Her long legs were sheathed in high black riding boots. A short riding crop in her right hand completed the outfit. I whistled. She came over and pushed me back on the bed so I was sitting. She immediately knelt in front of me, pushed my knees apart, and began a ferocious sucking of my throbbing cock. It didn't take long and I was about to come. I grabbed her head and she grabbed my balls and squeezed them so hard I doubled over in pain as I tried to get away from her. "No, you are not permitted to come until I give you permission," she said. I let out a moan. My balls ached. Her hand held them tightly. "Apparently, you need to learn restraint. I can't have you coming in under five minutes. Get all the way onto the bed, and put your arms out," she commanded. I inched my way back on the bed, but held my hands over my cock and balls to protect them. SLAP. She hit me with the crop on my chest. It was a little painful. SLAP SLAP SLAP in rapid succession, all in the same spot. "Put out your arms!" she bellowed. I extended my arms. She produced a corded restraint from the headboard and handcuffed my right hand so quickly I didn't even realize it was happening. She climbed over me, putting her knees against my arms and quickly did the left hand. "What?" was all I said before she showed me the crop and I realized I wasn't to speak. She put the crop between my teeth. "Hold this." She moved to my knees, pressing her weight down, and began to massage my deflated cock. "What, you can't keep it up? What kind of husband would you be if you can't keep it up for me?" she mocked. At this point, I realized the bustier had failed. Her boobs were free and magnificant! With her hand working my cock over, and her boobs swaying, I quickly got hard again. She moved down the bed a bit and began to suck on me again. She stopped. "If you get close, you can say 'Admiral' and only 'Admiral'. If you come without saying 'Admiral', I will whip you bright red and toss your sorry brown ass out on the street without bothering to give you back your clothes. Nod if you understand." I nodded. She sucked. I moaned. As I was approaching the point of release, I spit out the crop and remembered to yell Admiral. She stopped and held my cock tight in her hand. The moment passed. She did this two or three more times. Then, she put a condom on my cock. Facing away from me, she removed her panties from underneath the skirt, but kept on the skirt. She knotted the panties, showed me the wet spot was on the outside, and stuffed them info my mouth. A strap, which she pulled out of a night stand drawer, went around my head to prevent me from spitting the panties out. She faced away from me and lowered herself onto my stiff cock. I felt her wet pussy engulf my cock, and it was nirvana. A few minutes of riding me and I tried to call out Admiral, but couldn't. I came into the condom. A moment later, she noticed I must have come because I began to grow soft. She dismounted me and removed the condom. She drained it into her mouth. "Tasty," she said after she swallowed it. She walked out of the room, leaving me tied up, gagged, and naked. A few minutes later, she returned. "Sorry about leaving you, but my juices were running down my legs, and that's just so gross" She removed the gag. "Did you have a good time?" she asked sweetly. "Except for when you grabbed my balls so hard, yes," I replied. "Now that you know the happy word, and know what will happen if you don't use it, you probably won't have to experience that again. Did you like my pussy?" she asked "It was incredible. In fact, it was so much fun, I'm getting hard again thinking about it," I said. "If you liked my pussy, you'd probably like to fuck my tight ass, as well. Are you an ass man?" she asked. "I don't think I'll get much chance to make a choice as to what happens in the bedroom, am I right?" I replied. "You're very perceptive. Tell me what part of me you like best?" she said. "Your boobs," I replied. "These stretched out things?" she said. "They aren't stretched! They're perfect!" I said. "You'd like to see them covered in cum, wouldn't you?" she teased as she began to stroke my hardening cock. "Yes," I gasped as her stroking became harder. "But I like cum in my mouth. Why waste it on my tits?" she said like a little schoolgirl. "Because I can come many times in one day?" I asked as her stroking was getting me very close to 'Admiral'. She moved between my knees, showing me her boobs. Each time they swayed, the nipples touched the head of my cock. Her hand pumped my cock vigorously. "Admiral!" I screamed. She didn't stop, but she lowered her boobs to catch the cum as it flew from my cock. A few moments later, I was done. Her boobs were glazed in cum. She brought her boobs up next to my face to show me, and then she slowly gathered the cum onto her fingers and inserted them into her mouth. "Tastier," she said as she licked her fingers clean. ======================================================================= Reality, as it actually happened: "Admiral!" I screamed. She didn't stop, but she lowered her boobs to catch the cum as it flew from my cock. A few moments later, I was done. Her boobs were glazed in cum. She brought her boobs up next to my face to show me, and then she slowly dropped her left nipple into my mouth. "Make me happy," she commanded. I licked and sucked her nipple, my own cum dripping into my mouth. She exchanged one nipple for the other, and I did the same. Some 10 minutes later, her breasts were clean of my offering. "So, do you think you could keep up with me as my husband?" she queried as she laid down on top of me, her face not 2" from mine. "I think I could," I said. "Then there's only one more test I need to perform. Have you ever heard of pegging?" she asked. "No, what's pegging?" I asked. "It's where a dominent woman fucks an obedient man in the ass with a strap on," she said with a smile. "Oh..." "Are you up for that? That's my last test," she said, smiling from ear to ear. "I don't know. That's kind of kinkier than I'd even imagined," I said. "Do you like me in the leather corset?" she asked. "Yes, you're very hot" I said. "Imagine me in a leather mini skirt." "That would be hot," I said. "Now, imagine a big dark dildo sticking out from underneath the mini skirt." "I don't find that particularly hot," I said. "Oh, too bad," she said. "But, if you found it hot, I'd go along with it," I added. "You realize if you pass the test, you'll have to marry me?" she said. "I assumed that if I passed the test, I'd have the opportunity to marry you," I replied. "No, you'll HAVE to marry me. And, whatever we do tonight is just going to be a preview of our married life?" she asked, again with a smile. "Married life with you seems like it would be an adventure," I said. "Oh, yes, more than you can imagine," she said, "So, do you want to go forward to the last test or not?" "Ok, let's go for it," I said, mainly because she so eager. Not wasting a moment, she pulled my legs up and attached my ankles to the restaints that held my wrists. A pole she produced from under the bed went between my knees, preventing me from closing them. She put the panties back into my mouth and re-attached the strap that held them in place. I could barely see in front of me, but I saw she left the room for a few minutes. When she returned, I got a very brief glimpse of a big brown dildo peeking out from underneath a leather mini skirt. It looked a little darker than her, but a good approximation of her skin tone. I grew a bit apprehensive, since it looked to be 10-12" long! I couldn't say anything, of course, since I was gagged. As she slathered my virgin ass hole with lubricant, I wiggled a bit. I found it a little ticklish. "Looking forward to my big cock, are you?" she trilled and giggled. She put one, then two fingers in, forcing lube deep inside. "I'm using vaseline and some" KY Yours and Mine" tonight. I'm using the KY girl on you, since you're getting the cock, and KY boy on me, since I'm giving the cock. I figure that should be right, and even if it isn't, they'll mix when they come together. And I'm using vaseline because I expect to fuck you for a long time before I come, and don't want to stop over and over to put in more lube," she explained. Eventually, she decided she had prepped me enough and knelt on the bed between my knees. She brought out her big dildo and poured the KY blue container contents on it, rubbing her hand up and down the length. "You like the big brown dick?" she asked. I didn't reply. I was gagged. "Nod if you're scared," she said. I nodded. "Don't worry. It's like the ball squeeze earlier. Once you do it the first time, you'll have no problem with it in the future. But, getting it inside might be a bit painful at first, since you're a virgin. Don't worry, though, I've watched a lot of sex tapes showing this done and promise to be as gentle as I can. Ok?" she said, reassuringly. I nodded and closed my eyes. I could feel her big dildo pressing against my wet ass hole. And then inside a little, and then a little more. She was being gentle. And then, suddenly, it became too big. I felt a little pain, then a lot of pain as the head popped inside. I wiggled to try to get away. I cried. She pressed on. I could feel the hot length of it going deeper and deeper, until I felt her hit bottom deep inside me. "There, you've taken as much as you can," she said. I was still wiggling, trying to get away. "That feels good. I'm going to give you a moment to get used to it and then I'm going to fuck you," she said. I stopped moving. My ass relaxed. It felt like a hot steel pipe in my ass. She began to move. It kind of felt good, a little enjoyable. I relaxed. She began to fuck me. It felt better. She was beginning to enjoy herself, now that she saw that I was ok with this. "Do you like my big dick in your ass?" she asked. I nodded. She removed the strap and the panties. I moved my jaw. "Tell me how it feels" she said, as she slowly fucked me. "Oh... big... good... That angle, YES! YES! Just like that!" I cried like a little girl. My ass was taking her big dildo and enjoying it. She began to seriously fuck me. I mean she fucked me like a guy fucks a whore. She was clearly enjoying my enjoyment of her dildo. And then, fifteen or so minutes in, she cried out and pushed deep and screamed "I'm coming!" She collapsed on top of me, her big dildo still inside. As we laid there catching our breaths, her dildo began to slip out. I didn't notice at first, but it eventually slipped out of my ass. Fluid dripped from my ass as we kissed passionately. "You're going to be my husband now," she said. "Yes, I guess so," I said. "You'll want to move in right away," she said. "Don't you think that would be unseemly?" I asked. "It's a better option than you coming here every morning and evening, and walking into your apartment bow legged every night after I fuck your ass," she said I laughed. "No, seriously, people would talk," I said. She looked me right in the eye and said, "Do you realize I just came in your ass without a condom?" I laughed. "Why would you use a condom on a dildo?" Her eyes got very large. "I didn't fuck you with a dildo. I fucked you with my neo-penis. The cum went into your ass, and is now in your blood stream. By tomorrow, your ass will itch with desire to be fucked. And, you'll crave my juice." "I don't get it," I said, figuring she was playing a fantasy game. She stood up. "Look!" she said, lifting her skirt. A soft penis, the size of mine when hard, was hanging between her legs. She lifted it. I could see a vagina underneath. "I have a neo-penis, which originally was my clitorous, and now has been re-plumbed to let my cum and pee out, just like yours does naturally." I was, as you can imagine, dumbstruck. I could only look with a mix of horror and fascination. "The doctors say that if I come in a guy's ass, he'll be like a puppy dog wanting it more and more. And the same with coming in his mouth!" she cried, a bit alarmed. "What?" was all I could say. "Downstairs, you drank my cum cold mixed with a little fruit juice. My Mother makes it for my father with her cum. She said any guy who comes to the house as a husband prospect, we should try mine on. No guy so far has liked it. Because you liked it, and drank all that I had created that day, my Mother told me to give you my warm cum, without anything else mixed in. When you drank it warm, that was 100% cum! Not only did you seem to like it, you kept it warm so it would stay lumpy, like it comes right out of my cock!" she cried out. "Oh, no... Let me out of this nightmare!" I said, struggling to release myself from the bonds and knee spreader. She suddenly turned and ran from the room, screaming, "Daddy!" I was still trying to get out of the bonds when Roger came in the room. "Sunil, we need to talk" he started, completely ignoring my nudity. "My daughter has come in your ass. There's really nothing you can do now but to marry her. In a moment, I'll let you go. You'll want to get dressed and escape this. But, tomorrow you will be back. I know. This happened to me 21 years ago. I left and came back. Since then, Asha and I have had a very good marriage. But, every time she gets angry, she says I am only with her due to the addiction my body has to her cum. So, I encourage you to consider what you are going to do in the next 20 minutes. If I was you, I would ask Shanti if you could stay with her, in her bed, tonight, as a pre-wedding honeymoon. In the morning, you can leave and go to work. I assure you that tomorrow night you'll want to be back in her bed. And, if you're like Asha and I, you two will want nothing more than to spend every waking hour making love. Because of her dowry, you'll be able to do that," he said calmly. "Can you release me?" I begged. "You have considered what I have said?" Roger asked. "I have," I replied. "Then I will release you," Roger said, as he removed the bonds and knee spreader bar and handed me a towel to cover myself. I laid out on the bed, letting the blood flow back into my legs. "She fucked you good, did she?" Roger asked, unexpectedly. "Is this an appropriate conversation for me to have with Shanti's father?" I asked. "The first time Asha fucked me, I couldn't believe how good I felt afterward," Roger said. "Well, except for my legs feeling like rubber right now, I do feel rather contented," I said. "I'd ask her to not use bonds next time, and try a few different positions so you don't develop cramps," Roger advised. "I think I've made a mess of your bed," I said. "Don't worry about it. Asha's used to lube and cum staining the linen. So now instead of just our sheets, there will be another set. No big deal," Roger said with a smile. "I'll give you a few minutes and you can come out when you're ready to talk to Shanti." I laid there and thought about what just happened. My ass was warm inside. I don't know why, but it felt warm. My cock, despite coming twice tonight already, was hard. I heard a knock at the door, and Shanti came in. "It's been about half an hour. We were getting a little anxious," she said softly. I pulled the towel off my erection. "Nice!" she said "I can't explain it," I said. "Does your ass itch yet?" she asked. "No, but it feels warm," I said. "Uh huh. Thirsty?" she asked. "Yes, quite," I said. "Do you crave something sweet or salty?" she asked "Sweet" I replied "Like Coca Cola sweet, or juice sweet?" she asked. "Like Shanti cum sweet, Shanti juice wouldn't be sweet enough" I said. She had put on panties underneath her mini skirt. She lifted the mini skirt to show me the bulge in her leather panties was growing. "How do you normally do it?" I asked. "Well, the normal way I make juice for visiting men is to masturbate into a measuring cup," she said. "A measuring cup?" I asked. "That's something you'll get used to. Women like me can produce up to a cup of cum in one orgasm. And we can do it several times a day. Since I was 16 and underwent the change, I've had to masturbate twice a day so that I don't leak during the day. Being with me, you'll see that your own cum production will increase, but will never reach mine," she explained. "What to you mean, underwent the change?" I asked. "When I was born, I was a normal girl. As I grew up, there was always a pitcher of my Mother's special juice in the refrigerator. I was told not to drink it. But, being a rebellious teen, I started to drink it. The residual chemicals in it which satiate my father's chemical needs began to convert me to be like my mother. By the time I was 16, there was no hiding what was happening. My parents arranged for me to have the operation that allowed my neo-penis to grow to its present size," she explained. "I think I'd like to stay the night with you. It seems pretty clear that I'm now addicted to you," I said. "I assume you've never sucked cock before?" she asked. "No, nor neo-penis, either," I replied. "Which would you prefer to call it? Cock, Dick, Neo-Penis, or something else?" "Let's call it your 'love stick'?" I suggested. "I so totally love that! Give me your hand," she said. Taking my hand, she put it underneath her mini skirt and against her growing erection. "My love stick grows hard for you," she said, pulling the panties aside and pressing my hand against her love stick. I tentatively took hold of it. It was hot, and growing larger every second. "Your love stick seems to be getting ready for round 2" I said. "Let's satiate your thirst. I've cum three times today, so when I do come, it's probably going to still be a gusher. I'll yell 'General' when I'm about to cum. Pull it mostly out of your mouth, leaving only the very end in. Start swallowing immediately. Understand?" she asked. "I get that part, but I don't know how to suck to excite you to the point of cumming," I explained. "Just do what I do," she said, as she laid down next to me, in a 69. I followed her direction, apparently very well, because after less than 5 minutes, she yelled 'General!'. Unlike my cum, which squirts out two or three times and then dribbles, hers was like turning on a faucet. It just flowed out until it stopped. No hard squirts, no high pressure. Just a steady flow that went down my throat as I greedily swallowed. As I was swallowing, my own cock erupted, and Shanti was very pleased. We emerged from the bedroom, me holding a towel over my cock and Shanti with a line of cum down her cheek. Her parents were standing there. Shanti opened the door to her bedroom, which featured a pink motif with black leather whips and crops, a fucking horse, an X shaped cross on the wall, and a 4 poster bed with numerous leather restaints permanently attached. She slapped my naked butt, and said, "We have a long night ahead of us.." "So, you'll be staying?" Roger asked me as I waddled into Shanti's room. I smiled as the warmth grew inside me. "Oh, yes. Shanti and I have plans for tonight and forever." That night lasted four days. Asha left us meals outside Shanti's door. Shanti insisted I learn to properly please her orally. Drinking an entire gallon of high protein cum each day actually gave me a bit of a stomach bulge by the end. We might have stayed in longer, but Asha insisted we come down for Sunday dinner. On Monday, I quit my job via email. Roger's company put me on their books so I wouldn't be deported. Shanti was off from school for another two months, and we made use of that time to arrange a proper Indian wedding in New Jersey. When we weren't doing wedding planning, we were fucking our brains out. The day of the wedding I finally got to fuck Shanti's pussy without a condom. Eight months and 22 days later, our girl Ariel was born. You can be sure, as she grows up, that Shanti and I will never have a pitcher of Shanti's juice in the refrigerator for her to try. Being that neither of us has to work, we can afford to take a moment several times per day for me to swallow as much as she'll give me fresh and warm from her "love stick".