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Doc's Complex 08 - Making Love
by Lee Most
Copyright 2012 by Lee Most
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Synopsis:
Chapter 8 of the FMNaNoWriMo challenge novel "Doc's Complex," in which
Alice, a shemale, makes love to Keela, a former male who now believe she
always lived in Doc's Complex. Categories and key words describe only
this chapter. This is my first attempt to write a sex scene, so comments
welcome, but I'm concentrating on writing now, so I won't edit mistakes
or respond to any reviews until December.
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Chapter 8 - Making Love
He kissed her, and it was not like the last time at all. He was the man
this time, and he leaned her back and pressed his lips onto hers. There
were some extra sensations a man does not usually experience when kissing
a girl, but they did nothing to subtract from the sensuality. The chemise
he had on draped over her arm as he leaned over her, and her arm kept
rubbing against his super sensitive breasts, sending extra thrills
shooting from them to his crotch and his shaft sprang up a little more as
each thrilling shockwave reached it, making it bump against her butt, and
that sensation caused more electric thrills.
He had experienced the strength of her arms although her muscles seemed
slender, but with the loss of his own masculine muscle mass, he had taken
one look at his skinny arms and assumed the worst. He was sure that with
this girl's body he must be ten times weaker than he'd been as a guy.
But he was no longer thinking about the way he had changed. Now he was
Tarzan to her Jane, a caveman thinking, "ME MAN, YOU WOMAN," and he
picked her up, still kissing her, and carried her to the huge bed in the
next room.
"It's her first time," he warned himself. "Let's do this right!"
He stroked her body, whispering compliments to her about each curve he
found, about the texture of her skin, about her eyes, her nose, her
mouth, her chin, her neck, her arms, her breasts, her nipples, and he
kissed her eyes, her nose, her mouth, working down to her breasts with
his mouth while his left hand explored the softness of her hair, her
delicate ticklish ears and the back of her neck, and his right hand found
the mound between her legs. There, he began exploring very lightly the
sensitive curves and folds, stimulating her and then backing off, teasing
and stopping, going quickly and then slowly so she had no idea what he
would do to her next. He had never done it with nails that stuck out so
much, before, but whenever he glanced down there and saw those very
feminine hands stroking Keela's wet pussy, he felt an extra charge,
because it looked a lot like the lesbian sex scenes that inhabited his
own sexual fantasies.
Al had not been a stud. Quite the opposite, he was so unsure of himself
as a lover that he had always asked his girlfriends what they liked and
what they did not. Each of them had taught him, had trained him to stroke
her sex the way she wanted a man to do it, not the way they always
assumed was the way to do it. Now, he did not ask Keela because she
wanted him to do "whatever it is y'men do to put it in me," and that is
exactly what he was doing.
As he could feel and hear her building to an intense climax, he thought,
"This may not be what all men do before they enter a woman, but it's what
this man does!"
She began gasping and then saying, "Oh, Alice! Oh, Alice! Oh, Alice!"
again and again, and then she made a sound a lot like that one that Alice
made a few chapters ago that I could not describe before, and I still
don't know how, but if there had been any glassware in that room, it all
would have shattered at the peak of that sound she made.
When she began to writhe because her clit had become so sensitive it was
too intense to touch, Alice put his fingers flat against her mound and
pressed down, feeling it pulse again and again until she calmed down. For
the fun of it, he moved his hand a little and her whole body convulsed.
She moaned and put her hand on top of his to stop him doing it again.
"Too sensitive," she gasped.
In spite of that simple request, he did it again, and she laughed and
slapped his hand, "Ow! No!"
When he started to do it a third time, her eyes seemed to glow red. She
grabbed his wrist and angrily said, "'NO' MEANS 'NO,' ALICE! WOMEN ARE
PROTECTED FROM MEN HERE! IGNORING THAT RULE WILL GET YOU TAKEN DOWN TO
ONE OF THE SIXTIES LEVELS, WHERE THEY DO THE REALLY BAD STUFF THAT'S NOT
ALLOWED ANYWHERE ELSE! UNDERSTAND?"
Her grip was like a steel vise, and when he did not respond, it tightened
even more and it hurt!
"UNDERSTAND?"
She was not moving her lips when she said that! She seemed to be
possessed by some sort of demon! This was something he could not joke
with. He had no idea what "sixties levels" were, but there had been
images with that loud voice in his head that showed men who had been
Changed into awful things best forgotten.
His wrist in agony, he nodded, and her hand let go of his wrist. The
voice in his head was gone, and the pain, too, as if it had never been.
Keela seemed unaware of the incident, and acted as if nothing had
happened between her wild climax and now. Her eyes were their normal deep
brown, and she stared at him wide-eyed, her mouth agape. She gulped, and
in a weak voice said, "That was," she gulped again, "That was nice."
Well, if she wasn't going to mention it, neither would he. He said, "I
don't know about what other men do to put it in, but I think you're about
ready now."
Still staring at him with those huge, wide eyes, she just nodded yes, so
he moved between her legs and slowly allowed his engorged manhood to
enter her womanhood.
Expecting resistance, he was surprised to slide right in. Looking around
for what he suspected was the reason, he saw what he had first thought
was a modern art sculpture on the small table next to her bed. Her
collection of dildos and vibrators included some that were much larger
than his erection. "I don't have to worry about deflowering her," he
thought. "She did it to herself with one of those things!"
He was so caught up in his "ME MAN" thing, that he had not considered his
knee-length hair. At first, it was all on one side of both of them, but
as he began to pump in and out, it cascaded all over her face. He swung
his head as he'd seen other girls do to flip their hair around and away,
but they did not have hair like his. It was so long that one of the newly
Changed blonds (he still did not know who was who) in the Changing Room
had quipped, "You don't need to stand in line for clothes. Just put a
belt around your hair and call it a dress!"
His circular swing of his head did nothing to move his hair out of the
way, but it did make his right breast swing up and slap Keela in the
face!
"That's it," she said, throwing her arms and legs around him. "It's my
turn on top!" She and he rolled over with him still inside her, and she
began to energetically bounce up and down so he slid in and out.
The foreplay leading up to her climax had made his cock as hard as steel,
but as the psychologist secretly watching this experiment had pointed
out, having had so many orgasms from stimulation of his breasts and
nipples, made the much lower level of stimulation of his penis from
Keela's well-lubricated vagina insufficient to propel him any further
towards another one. She seemed to enjoy him inside her, and she adjusted
her position so she built up to a second orgasm, but he was still hard
but unsatisfied.
When she came down from it, she and fell forward, stopping herself by
planting both hands in the soft cushions of his breasts, which she
continued to squeeze and play with, moving from their sides to his
nipples, and it was only from that stimulation that he finally got the
orgasm he wanted by being inside her.
She collapsed on top of him then, her hands sandwiched between his
nipples and hers.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, I think my nipples are as sensitive after that as
your clit was after yours."
Her hands still trapped between his breasts and hers, with an evil grin
she said, "Y'mean when y'did this?" She quickly slid her hands back and
forth and his compressed nipples screamed!
That girlish scream could not have come from his throat, could it? He was
a man. He had just fucked this woman. No, it must have been made by his
girlish nipples, who had felt that burst of pleasure so intense that it
felt like pain!
They lay next to each other a few more minutes, kissing, lightly stroking
each other's bodies. He murmured, "I can't believe how much I like
stroking your skin. Did you make my fingertips more sensitive, too?"
"I never thought about it. Maybe. T'automatic Changing Machines have a
lot of defaults that ours don't. I didn't really look at all of 'em. I
only knew I had t'work quickly, and y'wanted to keep y'boy parts, and
then I got t'idea 'bout y'breasts, and then everyone else was 'ready
started, so I just hit t'Go button." She ran her hand from his shoulder
down along his arm to his fingertips. "It might not be your fingers,
though. Girls have better skin than boys. I like yours, too."
"I'm a boy! I just fucked you!"
She grinned, "Yes y'did, and I 'specially liked yer boy hair and boy
boobs swinging in my face so much I had grab 'em to hold 'em still, and
although there was a lot of sliding of y'boy penis, y'din't do any
climaxing before I started playing with y'boobs."
"Oh, come on. You just can't admit you enjoyed being entered by a man."
She grabbed his breasts and squeezed, and he on his back could not pull
away. On her on her knees astride him, she slid forward and sat so it
looked like his erect member belonged to her.
"See? Now it's mine, and I'm t'boy and you're t'girl with t'big boobs,
Alice, with your girly long hair, and your girly soft smooth skin, and
your girly pretty face, and your girly small waist."
Alice wanted to deny what she was saying. He knew he was really a boy,
not a girl, and wanted to tell her, but the sensations were so intense
that he could barely think! Keela's hands were all over his breasts and
the pleasure was so intense that he could barely gasp out only, "No
fair," before he became incapable of saying anything at all. Seconds
later, his testicles emptied the few squirts of seminal fluid they still
had left and it puddled into his navel.
Keela dipped a long fingernail into it like a spoon and tasted the few
drops she collected that way. "Kind of salty, but smelly. I don't like
it, but there are some girls who can't get enough. Maybe you're one of
them." She scooped up as much of his jism as she could into her hand with
the fingers of her other hand, and let it dribble into the half-open
mouth of the drained Alice, who was relaxing in post coital torpor with
his eyes closed.
Not really listening to her, he felt the stuff drip into his mouth, and
it took him a few seconds to recognize the smell. Then he reacted as if a
snake had bit him.
"Aah! Pthtt, pfah, ptoo!" he spat it out, not caring where it went, and
sat up.
Keela laughed so hard that she fell off the bed and rolled on the floor.
She recovered from her laughing fit enough to say, "I heard that men tell
us it's good for our skin." Then she saw his puckered nose and fell over
laughing a second time.
she bounced up and skipped to the bathroom. "T'bidet's in here," she
called over her shoulder.
"What's a 'bid-day'?" Alice asked, wondering how to clean himself up. He
heard water splashing, got off the bed, and followed her, noticing for
the first time that the bathroom had no door for privacy.
The sight that met his eyes would definitely have called for privacy in
the Real World!
Keela was sitting on a thing that looked like a toilet, with her legs
spread wide, and a fountain of water spraying up from a very phallic knob
under where she was sitting.
As he watched her using the douche attachment to clean out her vagina, he
suddenly realized that what they'd just done might have unintended
consequences.
"Oh my God! I just realized, I didn't even ask! Are you on the Pill?"
"Pill? What pill?"
"You know, birth control. Do they even have that here? Or is there some
super-scientific way that you avoid getting pregnant in the Complex?"
Another long conversation resulted in a startling revelation: "We're all
girls here, not women. That's why we call ourselves 'Doc's Girls.' We use
t'Changing Machines to regress our reproductive systems to a pre-
adolescent state, and don't let our ovaries mature until we want
children. I've never had a period, myself, but I've heard horror stories
from women who came from t'Real World: periods, blood, cramps, and
headaches. Who needs that? So, y'have nothing to worry about. No menses,
no egg, no baby, no worries."
She smiled and stood up, gesturing for him to use the bidet, while she
used an odd towel to dry herself. It had no fluff, and did not really
look like a towel at all, but wherever it contacted water, the water
disappeared, and the towel did not even seem damp.
"That's some towel."
She looked at it as if for the first time. "Oh, this! We were talking
about teleporters before, and I never think about it as such, but this is
another kind of teleporter. It's very specific. It affects only water
molecules in groups of ten thousand or more. T'water goes into t'lake at
t'Resort." She smiled, "I've GOT t'take y'to see t'Resort! It's out in
t'Real World, and even has those shadows y'say y'like so much. Doc? Can
we have more time? I want to take Alice to see the Resort."
She turned back to Alice. "Doc says to take all the time we need, and
he'll make sure we get back here when our friends do."
She went into the dressing room, calling over her shoulder, "Do you mind
if I pick out a bathing suit for you?"
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To Be Continued!
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Author's note:
This is my first attempt at writing a real sex scene, so be gentle! No,
seriously, I was trying to capture him being a male with a mostly female
body, and slowly going through the emotional changes from one to the
other as he's changing into a female. I never intended it to be triple X
rated. (If that's your thing, then see below.)
If you haven't been following this novel from the beginning, and only
started reading this chapter because of the word "sex" in the
description, then you may want to know that the dialog with all the
capital letters is Doc communicating telepathically. Comments welcome,
but I won't be answering any until after NaNoWriMo is over.
I'm writing this novel as part of the 2012 NaNoWriMo challenge to write a
novel of at least 50,000 words between November 1st and 30th. I intend to
post a chapter a day during November. (For more info about National Novel
Writing Month, see www.NaNoWriMo.org.)
By the way, if you like to write and can't resist improving this story
with extra characters or new adventures or situations for the existing
characters, go ahead! You have my permission to post your version on
FictionMania. To avoid confusion, add a letter to the chapter #, like
"Doc's Complex 08a", and make up a new title. Who knows? If enough people
do it, FictionMania may add a new category!
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