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THE GAMES PART TWO By Nancy Rose Chapter Five THE FOOD ON the long dinner table doesn't look real. It looks too good, smells too good. It's like a dream. Roast beef, roast turkey, warm soft rolls, all kinds of fresh vegetables, steamed, stir-fried and deep- fried. The tomatoes glow red. The lettuce is cool green. I've never seen fresh vegetables before. I've seen photographs in school books. I've seen paintings of bowls of fruit in the town museum. Old people have described to me what it's like to bite into an apple. I never dreamed I would eat one myself. I pluck a grape from a bowl filled with a couple hundred of them. That bowl would pay the salary of five men for a month. I pop the grape in my mouth and bite down. It's as good as advertised. The old men weren't lying. I shove more into my mouth. "Easy, baby, easy," Janine says. "The food isn't going anywhere. Slow down. Eat like you have manners." Dirk ignores her, steps up to the table and pulls a turkey leg off the platter. He bites into it like an animal digging into his prey. Grease drips from his lips. He chews with his mouth open, eyes scanning the table for more to eat. "You are not cavemen," Janine tells us. "Now sit and behave like gentleman." "Fuck you, you faggot cock sucker," Dirk says with his mouth full, spit and bits of food flying out of his mouth. "I don't take orders from your kind." "If your dumb ass wants to leave that house with your cock, you need to start respecting me right the fuck now," she says with a strength and confidence that is almost masculine. "You need me, you little shit. I decide when you get gifts and when your foes get traps. I'll be the one out here raising money from richies. And if I tell them you're better off with a cunt and a baby in your new uterus, then you will be pregnant within a year. You want that, macho man? You ready to breast feed a baby while your husband fills you with another one?" I look at her in awe. Even in a sleeveless pink satin mini-dress, white tights and pink, heeled boots, she can kick ass when she wants to. The big macho Dirk looks very much in his place, fear in his eyes, his mouth hanging open. Maybe the reality of where we are is settling in finally. "I don't want to...be a breeder," he says, rather meekly. "Then you be a good boy and act like someone taught you manners," she says. "Goodness, the world need more ladies if only to teach boys how to eat. Now, you, Kip, pull my chair out for me, like a gentleman would." I pull a chair out and away from the table. She winks at me as she sits. I push it into her, getting a good look at her perfectly round, tight ass. "Now you two sit and eat dinner, slowly," she says. "We have a lot to talk about." We eat slower, politely, with forks and knives. We wait for her to speak. First, she takes a bit of salad and a small piece of white turkey meat. She cuts a tiny piece and places it into her mouth. Everything she does is delicate and precise. She reminds me of a cat and the effortless grace they move with. "Now then," she says. "Dirk, tonight you are going to unmake a virgin on national TV. Have you had sex before?" He blushes. "Yes, a few times," Dirk says. "My dad let me go to The Pleasure House on my eighteenth birthday." "Good then! That is a start. But I'm guessing you have never had a real pussy, yes? Be honest." "No ma'am. It's too expensive." "And also illegal to sell, let's not forget that," she says. "But no one really cares. It's all about money. Pussy is ten times as expensive as boycunt, but I will tell you a secret, boycunt is better. It's tighter and squeezes in just the right way. But you already know that don't you?" He looks down at his plate, examines a bit of bloody roast beef like it's the most fascinating thing on the planet. "Oh dear, you are blushing," she says. "Where did my big scary macho man go?" I snicker. Their exchange is great entertainment. I chew on a piece of rare roast beef that melts in my mouth. I wouldn't give up my manhood for this dinner, but I'd seriously consider maybe one testicle. It's that good. "Shut up," he shouts at me. Dirk can no longer pick on her, so he directs his rage at the other target in the room. He is mistaking me for someone who gives a shit. I snicker and pop a buttered roll in my mouth. The butter is real. People have told me my entire life that the yellowed vegetable oil we use tastes just like butter. I can tell you they are completely fucking wrong. Butter is way better. "Listen, Dirk," Janine says. "You need to be nice to the breeder you are about to fuck. You need the audience to like you. You go in there, throw her down and rape her, the audience will despise you. The trick to winning The Games is votes and gifts. You only get those if you are popular. So getting a lot of TV time is a gift and a curse. Do well, and you'll get a lot of help. Screw it up, act like an ass, and you will be shunned." "So how ... I don't...so what do I do then?" he asks, looking confused. I guess he's never seen a vid. The vids will teach you everything about romance, how to talk to girls, how to kiss, what they like, and what they don't. The vids always cut away when the actual fucking is about to start, but I've seen enough romantic comedies to know you greet a girl with a smile, make her laugh, and treat her like she is the only woman within 100 miles. And in the case of our state, that might be true. "Haven't you watched a vid before?" I ask, popping deep fried shrimp into my mouth. "Shut up, dork," he says. "I'm talking to Janine." "Dirk, your friend Kip has the right idea," Janine says. "Pretend you are in a movie. You want romance, some emotion, some drama. You want everyone watching to wish they were you, and you want the women watching to want to fuck you. If you get some rich old ladies to fall in love with you, the gifts will just rain down upon you." "But, doesn't the breeder just want to fuck? Why do I have to try so hard?" "If anything, you should treat her just like you would want to be treated. Someday soon, you might be in her position, so show her some sympathy. Just try to be nice. Can you do that?" He thinks it over. "If I do, I'll get more gifts and the richies will help me?" he asks. "Oh yes," she says. "Charming contestants always get the most gifts. Now listen up. I'm going to tell you exactly what to do..." Chapter Six MY NAME IS Jasmine. It used to be Jim. I am going to be deflowered soon. The boy is called Dirk. He is handsome enough. I look at his face and want to kiss him. I look at his muscled arms and want to feel them around me. I look at the bulge in his pants and think about his cock filling my pussy. I don't want to feel these things. I try not to. But the training takes over. I feel like I'm living in someone else's body. Every movement and response is foreign. This body has a mind of its own, does what it wants, when it wants. Sometimes I feel as if I'm taking a ride in a vehicle I don't control. I look out of my eyes as I would look out of a window of a train. I take in the sights, but have no control over my destination. I want to choose to not make love to this man. I don't have a choice though. It is what I am told to do. It is what I have been trained to do. My new body wants to, but my mind does not. That's not quite right. There is a part of my brain that very much wants to. That is the Jasmine part of me. She is one that gets to control this body. On a few rare occasions I get to drive for a while. She sometimes rests and I get control. However, most of the time, she is in charge. She is the one who does our makeup and hair in the morning. She is the one who picks out our lingerie and clothes. She prefers blacks, gold, and silver. Metallics. She isn't a pink kind of girl. She's the one, not me, who prefers push up bras and dresses that show a lot of cleavage. I look at our chest and remember how much as I boy I would have loved to play with boobs like this. I loved looking at girls so much. I was fascinated by tits, hypnotized by them. When I went to a pleasure house, I would always chose the sissy with biggest boobs. It didn't matter how old she was or how pretty she was. I just wanted to suck, fondle and tease her breasts. Now I have a pair of my own, and I just wish they would go away. Jasmine loves them though, wants to make sure everyone can see them. Tonight, in just a few minutes, Dirk will arrive. He is to deflower me. That is a fancy word for fuck me. He will lie on top of me and insert his big hard penis into my new vagina, or I should say Jasmine's vagina. It's wet already, just from the thought of being fucked. I'm repulsed and disgusted by the thought. Jasmine is doing a happy dance. The trainers tell me that everything will be easier after I've been deflowered. Once I experience what it's like to be a woman, the male part of me will begin to fade. I'll be happy. Happiness is just around the corner. Just stay obedient. Follow the program. That's what they tell me. Other breeders in training, breeders who have been fucked, they tell me the same, but it's not as a happy a story. Being fucked is like having yourself murdered inside your head, one told me. It's like a death, the part of you that used to exist begins dying. Some try to resist, to hold on. Some give in quickly, hoping to ease the pain. That's really my choice, isn't it? Should I give in and embrace Jasmine and let her put a bullet in Jim's brain. Or should I fight, hang onto Jim, to myself, as hard as possible, and know that I'm being raped, violated, taken, filled with some disgusting penis belonging to a sweaty man who is wired to fuck. Fight back or give in? Giving in would probably be best, the easiest, the most pain-free. But I don't want to. And I have nothing to lose. I'm going to fight. I am going to push back. If agents come in and shock me, so be it. I got shocked a lot in the Breeder Academy. I was a slob, bad at makeup, clumsy when they wanted grace, awkward when they wanted charming. There were times at school where I really tried to be a good girl. I was so bad at it they took it as resistance and set about disciplining me often and without mercy. So I'm used to shocksticks. I'm used to those in authority being angry with me. I will not perform to spec, will embarrass you with lipstick on my teeth or a scuff on my black patent leather pumps. Note to my future supervisors: I will be bad for your career. I will try hard and will still disappoint you. If I don't try, it's even worse. My advice is to keep me hidden, away from the inspectors and executives and officers and all those powerful people you want to impress. That is honest advice and good advice. However, tonight I will be on national TV, scheduled for a round of feminizing intercourse. This display is meant to prove to the world how effective the government feminizing technology is. It's meant to scare men into behaving, into proving that the people who run the world can do whatever the hell they want, including turn men into women. It's meant to prove that the country is run by all-powerful gods who must be obeyed. What happens tonight if I resist? What happens if I spoil their little show? They seem quite confident in their training of me. Their surgeries having given me a woman's body. It is a chubby woman's body. They tell me that that is the result of genetics they had to work with. They have given me a cunt with clit that is fun to rub. They have given me tits with nipples that get hard when caressed by a cool breeze and when presented with the image of a big, strong man with a massive cock. Their mind drugs and hypno therapies have created Jasmine, the party girl, the flirt, the coy whore, the clothes horse, the giggler, the smart ass. They think they have created a woman where a man named Jim once was. And yet, here I am, still aware of myself and the resistance I want to put up. So I will fight. I will lose. I am outnumbered and overmatched. It's just me against the entire government and years of research and trillions of dollars' worth of science. But I will fight. This will be Jim's last stand. I have a plan. I think I know how I'm going to go about doing this. It's not just me in that room. It's Dirk. And if it's one thing I know, after a year of training, it's what buttons to press in the male mind. Chapter Seven IT IS 7 P.M. The entire country is tuning in to see me be fucked. I don't know how many millions of people will be watching. I try not to think about it. I am in a lavish apartment, decorated for royalty. The long table in the entry way is covered in fruit and cheese. I'm not to eat until Dirk arrives. I am so, so hungry. Beyond that room is the bedroom, where the bed of my deflowering is. It's massive thing, as big my entire bedroom at home. It's covered in a red velvet blanket and red and white pillows of various shapes and sizes. Among the regular pillows for sleeping are also pillows to be used for fucking. They are for placement under my ass, should I prefer that angle of entry. There is also a large triangle-shaped one that I can lie over, to lift my ass in the air, should my man wish to take me from behind. In the night table are various oils and phalluses of rubber and glass, along with some vibrating devices. Tonight's show is supposed to be a full on sex extravaganza. It won't be if I have my way, but we'll see. Dirk knocks. Why they have him knock, I have no idea. It's not like I have a choice. I can't refuse him. This is a rape, not a date. I open the door, give a smile, ask him to enter. "Hi babe," he says and strides in, a smirk on his face. He is tall and big, wide shoulders, thin waist, thick arms. They dressed him in a tight, black shirt that hugs his muscles and makes sure the world knows there isn't an ounce of flab on him. The tight black pants he's wearing leave almost nothing to the imagination. His bulge is massive. I can see the outline of his shaft and its head, a big curved snake, now at rest, waiting for its debut. He goes to the table and the food, walking right past me. Jasmine gets upset. She spent a lot of time making herself beautiful, and this idiot didn't even notice. How rude! "Pretty nice spread, huh babe?" he says. "I'll say one thing for The Games, the food is good." He pops a grape into his mouth, scans the table for what he might eat next. He still hasn't given me a good long look. Does he not want to fuck me? Jasmine is upset and insulted, but I'm fine with it. "What do they have to drink?" he asks, finally looking up at me. I hold my chest out, proudly putting my fluffy white cleavage on display. My huge boobs are being propped up by a sturdy push-up bra designed to create an attractive cushion of flesh that men should find impossible not to stare at. I'm wearing a black cocktail dress with gold accents. It shows off my ever thinning waist and widening hips and round ass. I look like what some men call a baby-maker. The old tale is that breeders with wide hips and big tits can make the most and healthiest babies. Jasmine loves that, but I'm not crazy about the idea of some squalling brat gnawing on my nipples. "They have wine," I say. "Would you like me to pour you a glass?" He's walking right into my trap. A boy like this, he might have been drunk a few times on illegally brewed shine or the watered-down company beer. Today we have real wine. And I grew up on a winery. "Wine?" he asked. "I've never had wine. Don't they have something for men?" "Wine is for men," I say, pouring a glass of merlot. It smells heavenly. I pour one for myself and hand him a glass. "If you think it's not quite strong enough, you could always drink more," I say. I take a sip. It is delicious. It tastes like my childhood. I feel the alcohol warmth blossom in my center, right next to my heart. I gulp mine down, which would make my father furious. Wine like this is meant to be sipped and savored. I look at Dirk expectantly, waiting for him to do the same. He does. He sloshes it back like it's cold water on a hot day. The clod has no idea how to drink wine. I pour him another big glass. I pour myself one as well. "Wine is said to enhance love making," I say. "Is it that so?" he says. "I don't think I need any enhancement, babe. You look fucking hot, you know that?" His eyes finally focus on me. All my enhancements, genetic and surgical, finally have an effect. The snake in his tight black pants stirs. I down my full glass of wine. "Delicious," I say. He looks at my empty glass, and I can almost see him thinking about it. He doesn't want to be showed up by a girl on national TV. He knocks back his glass. Wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "God that's hot," I say with my whispery sex voice. I've never used it outside of training before. I hope it works. He takes a step toward me. Lust is now in his eyes. I need to slow him down. "In training, I saw one of my trainers drink an entire bottle of wine without stopping," I say. "He was the most manly man I've ever seen." "Oh yeah?" he says. "Well fuck that guy. I can drink with the best of them." "Think you drink a whole bottle without stopping? It's okay if you say no. There is no shame in that." "I can do that. Aboso-fucking-lutley." He's a lightweight, already got a good buzz going. I knew this was going to work. I uncork another bottle of that absolutely awesome merlot. I hand it to him and smile. He looks at it, unsure for a second, but also looking determined. If he drinks that bottle down, he'll be too drunk to fuck and he'll probably spend the night at the toilet vomiting. I step closer to him ready to encourage him a bit, my big strong man, trying to prove what a stud he is. "You're a little distracting, standing so close," he says. "I don't mean to distract you," I whisper. "Your hand on my cock is also a little distracting," he says. I look down. My hand, look so dainty with French tipped nails, is on his snake, gently rubbing it. Jasmine did that, not me. I want this gorilla to drink himself into oblivion. Jasmine wants something else and she seems to be in control of my hands. "Don't let me distract you," I say. "Let's see you drink that wine." "There is something else I want to do," he says. His eyes look into mine. My pussy shivers. He's not looking down at my tits or my ass. He is looking at me. "I'm Jim!" I want to say. "I'm a guy just like you!" Instead, Jasmine opens her mouth, inviting a kiss. Jasmine, such a slut. He puts the wine bottle down. Oh no! He wraps his big strong arms around me. I'm so much smaller than I used to be. I feel protected, warm, and happy. Jasmine, that's her. She feels like that. Not me. I'm Jim and I don't want to be in a man's arms. He kisses me, softly, gently. This is surprising. This is not what I expected. I thought he would be a brute. I thought he would throw me down and do his business. But he isn't rushing. He's holding me and kissing me, just like what happens in the vids. "You sure are a good kisser," I say, my arms around his waist. And I mean it. Or at least Jasmine means it. His kindness is moving. He's trying to be nice. "You aren't what I expected." "What did you expect?" he asks. "I thought, I don't know, I thought you would be mean. I thought you would throw me down and rape me." "A friend of mine, she gave me some advice. I want you to want it. If you don't want it, I'll leave you alone. It's your choice." "But, it might be your last chance to fuck like a man. Don't you want that?" "Yes, I do, but I'm not going to rape you. Besides, I'm going to win. And then I'm going to fuck all kinds of women." The thought makes me mad. That's Jasmine experiencing a flare of jealousy. Fucking bitch. You just stay out of it. "Do you want me?" I ask. I want to know and Jasmine wants to know. "Yes, more than anything, I want you," he says. He kisses me hard and I feel my pussy become wet. His hands roam down to my ass. He pulls me into him, his hardness fitting nicely into the soft recess in front of my pussy, where my cock used to be. We are separated by the thinnest of clothing, so close to fucking. I want him in me. I want him naked and in me. I can't help it. Maybe I'm Jasmine now. I don't know. All I know is I want him. No. No. No. I'm Jim. I need to stay Jim. I push him away. I run to the bedroom. "Hey, babe!" Dirk calls after me. "What's wrong?" "I don't, I just don't..." I say, not knowing how to get the words out. This mouth says nothing I want to say. It belongs to Jasmine too. I'm locked up in here. He is behind me now, his arms around me. He kisses my neck, right below my ear, little soft kisses. "A friend of mine told me how to do this," he says, his breath in my ear. "Do you like it?" "Yes," I say, because I do. "This is how they do it in the vids," he says. "Yes, I think that's right," I say. His hands move down my sides to my waist. He's being so gentlemanly. He has yet to grope my chest or to try and finger me. It's cute how hard he's trying to be romantic. I feel his hardness wedge into my ass cheeks. Jasmine is proud of how hard that cock is. She wants to see it. She wants to claim her prize. My heart races. I can barely breathe. I want to resist. He slides his hand down to my pussy, gently putting pressure on my clit with his middle finger. Such strong hands. He moves his finger in small circles. It is the single best sensation I have ever felt in my life. I've played with my new clit, and it felt good, really good. But his hand, his hand feels magical. I don't think I care anymore. I just want this man to fuck me. If I'm Jim, then I'll be Jim after he's cums in me. What is the sense in resisting anymore? Why deny myself this pleasure? I think about my father and my brothers who will be watching. Are they rooting for me to resist? To kick and scratch like a little spitfire? To resist my rape? Am I being raped? I'm told you can't rape the willing. He turns me around, kisses me hard, slides his tongue into my mouth. I suck on it, feeling small and weak inside his arms. His grabs my ass, giving it a good hard squeeze. I feel like I'm his. Our clothes disappear. I don't remember taking them off. I don't remember getting into bed. I don't remember him climbing on top of me. He's heavy. The hair on chest feels rough against my bare chest. He's hard all over, muscles like coiled ropes covered by velvet skin. I'm soft. I melt around him and into him. Where he is hard I'm soft, like a woman should be. I have one last burst of strength. I speak, but only in a whisper, right before he enters me. "My name is Jim" I say into his ear. "Your name is fucking Jasmine," he says and jams his cock deep into my wet pussy. My legs lift and wrap around him, spreading me open wider for him. He's big, and my pussy is new. I'm tight. He stretches me open. He breaks the protective skin. It hurts, then stops. Then it feels so, so good. That is the thing about new breeders, our genetically created pussies are just like virgin pussies with a hymen men will pay thousands of dollars to burst. Dirk broke mine for free. Lucky guy. Except for the fact he might have one of his own in a few months. He fucks me hard, deeper and deeper inside of me. I tell him to. I demand it. "Fuck me," I yell at him. "Fuck me you bastard! Drive that cock into my cunt!" Jasmine is a bit of a dirty talker. He cums and cums hard. The jets of manhood squirt into me, looking for my eggs. His body jerks and spasms until his balls are empty. "Ooooo God," he says. He collapses on top of me. It's over too soon. I didn't cum. I'm still Jim. I'm still here. Jasmine is unpleased. But Jim is alive! I did it. I made it. I got fucked and stayed myself. "Sorry about that," he says. "I came too fast." "That's okay baby," I say, stroking his hair. "I understand." "My friend said if that happens, I should make sure to please you as much as you pleased me." He lowers his hand to my sopping wet pussy. He flutters his middle finger just under my clit, right in my favorite spot. The world explodes. My body tenses. My back arches. I lose control. I scratch his back and leave a trail of blood. I scream. I'm Jasmine. Jim isn't home anymore. Chapter Eight I WATCH DIRK'S performance with Janine sitting next to me. She coached him well. He looks like he knows what he's doing, just like out of a romance vid. I'm jealous. Watching him, watching the pleasure he gave that breeder, watching them make love, it got to me. I feel the lust in me, deep down at the base of my cock. I hunger. That breeder, I liked looking at her. I wish she had picked me instead of Dirk. Janine smiles at me. It's like she can see what I'm thinking. "You jealous, sweety?" she asks. "No," I say, sounding grumpy. I am clearly lying. "You horny?" she asks. "No." "That's two lies in a row you've told me." "Why ask if you know the answer?" "You don't know it yet, but I just doomed Dirk. He will go before you." "What? How would you know?" "Oh I know. He just had a taste of real pussy. He'll be easy to make cum. After a tumble like that, his cock will be screaming for release is no time. You, however, you I can teach a trick that will save you." "What trick?" "You need to earn it. Kiss me." I am so horny. I have no resistance. I'm tired. I scared. And the most beautiful sissy I've ever seen tells me to kiss her? I don't even hesitate. My religion can fuck off. I kiss her, hold her, feel her soft body press into mine. She feels so good. That cage, that fucking cage bites into my cock. It wants to grow big and hard. It wants to fuck and it can't get out. The harder it tries, the more it hurts, little sharp metal spikes digging into it. You know what? I don't care. I push her onto her back. I'm on top of her. I'm rough with her. Unlike Dirk, I'm not playing for the cameras. I don't need this to look like a sweet romance vid. I want my pleasure and I want it now. She wants it too. I can tell. She is moaning, touching me, enjoying my lust. It's what she was made for. Her job is to make me blind with need, and she is successful. "You lesson is about to start," she says in my ear as I'm kissing her neck. "Take off my cage, please, I'm begging you," I say. "Oh sweety, I will, but you need to complete your lesson first." I push myself up so I can look into her eyes, her beautiful, beautiful eyes. "I will do whatever you tell me to do if you take this cage off me." "Good boy. Lesson number one. How to suck cock." I sigh. I hang my head. That I don't want to do. Some guys enjoy sucking sissy cock, say there is nothing gay about it. A dick on a girl is just a big clit, all part of the experience. Most guys, they fuck sissies and won't touch their "clitties" as a matter of policy. Most guys like to pretend they are fucking real women and don't want to even see a sissy's pole. I've never been with a sissy. Now that I'm with one, all I want to do is fuck her in her boycunt. I don't want anything to do with her cock. "Why?" I ask. "Why do you want me to do that?" "Bend, don't break. You remember what I said? If you learn how to suck cock, how to make a man spurt, you'll be able to use that. It will be a weapon you have that no one else will." I don't want to do it. I can't do it. She takes my hand and lowers it down to her satin covered bulge. "Just touch it," she says. "It won't bite. It's just another part of me, just skin and blood. No reason to be afraid of it." I gently touch it, running my finger up and down it, feeling he smoothness of the satin. It's like rubbing an oiled rock. It's as big as mine, except mine is in a cage, and hers is hard and hot. I've never touched a cock before. It's not unlike mine, though hers is connected to the sexiest sissy on the planet. "Good boy," she says. "Just rub it gently, feel how hard it is. It's excited. You can tell that can't you?" "Yes," I say. "I guess I can." She is hard for me. This causes a swirl of emotions in me. I want to run away. I don't want to touch a cock. I am repulsed, and yet still fascinated. I don't feel gay, because Janine is the most feminine creature in existence. Everything about her is designed to make a man's cock hard. So touching her cock feels, if not normal, then definitely not faggy. I have to admit, I'm happy she's hard for me. I think that means she is attracted to me. And that means she might want me to fuck her. And I very much want to fuck her. "You got it nice and hard," she says. "Now give it a kiss." "I don't think I can do that," I say. I truly don't want to do something that gay. "Then just kiss my panties. Right in front. Your lips don't even have to make contact with my clit." "Please...I don't..." "Shhhhh sweety, don't say don't. Just think about how nice it will be when I take your cage off and you can slide your big cock into me. You want that don't you?" "Oh yes, oh God yes." "Don't you want me to turn over and open my boycunt for you so you can slide your big hard cock into me?" "Yes, yes, please, yes." "Then do it. Kiss my clit." I move down her body, getting a good close look at her, surveying her lovely landscape. I push her satin skirt up so I can see her belly. Smooth skin. Thin waist. Shapely hips. How could this be the body of someone born male? Her whatever you want to call it (clitty, boyclit, cock) is flat against her, held down by tight pink panties of thick pink satin. It points up to her belly button. The rosy head of it peaks over the top of the lace trim, a cute curvy mushroom. It is indeed a male member, much like mine, but on her, it's feminine, exotic, attractive even. My own cock does not seem to mind me being face to face with another cock. I feel it trying to push out of its cage, the damn spikes digging into me. I need her to get this thing off of me. I'm sick of being restrained and controlled. "Kiss it," she commands I lower my head and place my lips gently on the front of her panties. I kiss the pink satin and the hardness underneath it. I swear I see her cock pulse with pleasure. She moans, spreads her legs a bit. "More please," she says. "Give me pleasure and I'll give you pleasure." I kiss it harder, spreading kisses up the shaft and finally to the quite exposed head. I plant my lips right under the head of it. This causes her to shudder. "Good boy," she says. "Such a good boy. That's a good spot. Kiss it again, then use your tongue. I open mouth and give it a deep kisses, letting my tongue touch it. I open my mouth wider and take in more of it. I am hungry for her, hungry to have her thing in my mouth. I want to suck it. I don't know where these thoughts are coming from, but my brain is suddenly flooded with the need to suck on her. I grab her panties and rip then down and then off of her legs. I want nothing in the way. I want her in me. And I can't believe I'm even thinking that. Her cock springs up, a perfectly formed pole, almost as pink as the satin she is wearing. "Don't resist," she says. "Let yourself feel hunger for it. You want it in your mouth. It will taste so good, feel so good..." I almost dive onto it. I don't know what's gotten into me. I need to feel her cock in my mouth. I slide it deep inside until it almost touches the back of my throat. It's sweet, delicious, almost like she dabs powdered sugar on it. She tastes of cotton candy and maybe a hint of cherries. "I taste good, my cock tastes good, doesn't it, boy?" she asks. "Yes," I say, taking my mouth from her tasty cock to get out just that one word. I suck it back in, sliding it in and out, savoring it, loving it. I feel submissive, almost worshipful. I feel like I'm giving her something and getting satisfaction in return. I am happy inside in a way that I never have been. She gently runs her fingers through my hair as I suck my first cock. "Yes sweety, just suck away, so happy to give pleasure with your mouth," she says, her voice a soft whisper, encouraging, satisfied, and yearning. "Nothing bad will happen when you suck cock. No one will be mad at you. It's perfectly natural. You're still a man, a big strong man, my big strong man." It seems to pulse and grow harder. I think I have an idea what that means. I don't want it to happen. I don't want to taste her seed. I panic. I almost pull away, but she holds my head firmly. She might be feminized, pumped full of hormones that have shaped her and weakened her, but she still has the grip of a man. Her arms are like steel and her hands hold firmly, her cock in my mouth. It spasms and spurts, the hot cum shooting into my mouth and throat. I close my eyes and take it, swallowing it down. There is a lot of it. It's in my mouth. The taste is, I don't know, weird, but not horrible. It's a bit salty with a bit of a tang, like some exotic fruit. "Good boy, such a good boy," she says, sounding happy and relaxed. "Suck me dry. Suck me soft." I keep sucking, finding I'm still hungry to have her in my mouth. I am proud she gave me her cum. I made her feel that intense pleasure and I find myself happy. The taste in my mouth is her taste. I want more of it. "Come here," she says. I lift myself and descend back on top of her. I kiss her hard and her tongue slides into my mouth. We share her taste. She does something with her hands. She touches my cage and suddenly it's off. It's like a magic trick. As a sealed sissy she would have the key, but I didn't even see it. "You ready to fuck me, sweety?" she asks. My cock springs free, hard and proud. I don't have to give her an answer. She turns over underneath me, and suddenly her rosebud is right next to the head of my cock, pushing against it, wanting me, needing me. She pushes back hard, impaling herself. She screams. I pump once, twice, and cum and cum and cum. It feels like for hours. I collapse on her, still in her. It has been more than a year since I last came. There was a lot to shoot. It spills out of her ass and drips down onto the couch. I don't care. I want to sleep with her in my arms and not move a muscle. "I'm going to give you a few minutes to recover," she says. "And then I want you to fuck me properly. Two pumps and done is not going to cut it." "Whatever you say," I say. TO BE CONTINUED Hi! I hope you enjoyed this story. It has been very fun to write! If you'd like to chat, you can like me on Facebook at... https://www.facebook.com/nancy.darkrose I'm also on tumbler here... http://nancyrosetv.tumblr.com/ You can also read my full length novella The Trainer here... http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DZ3396Q