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Avoiding the Obvious By: Monsta My name is Tyler, and I love my wife Olivia. We have been married for six years now but I love her even more now than I did the day I asked her to marry me. We have two children, a son who is five years old and a daughter who is nearly three. Olivia has been a wonderful wife and a fantastic mother. My wife and I lead a pretty typical middle class life in our four bedroom vinyl sided house in the suburbs. I work at the local bank as a manager while my wife Olivia is a chef for an upscale hotel restaurant about 20 miles away. We're both pretty happy with how things have turned out I suppose, I can't really say we want much more than we already have. Although having two younger kids doesn't leave much time for Olivia and I to have "alone time together" anymore I suppose. But that's all part of the experience as they say. One Sunday night we actually got to put the kids to bed a little early because they were tired out from running around the playground all day. Olivia and I used this rare opportunity to go down into the family room and watch a movie together. To get ready we both put on some comfortable clothes and I decided I should start a fire in the fireplace to warm our slightly chilly basement family room a bit. I put on some sweatpants and a worn out concert t-shirt while Olivia donned her favorite pink gym pants and one of her old college sweaters. I smiled at her as she emerged from the bathroom in her relaxing outfit, I have always felt she looks her sexiest in those kinds of clothes. Something about them holds an allure far more than a dress or even lingerie. Perhaps it is that she is just being comfortable and seems ready for a little cuddling that's maybe followed by some nookie. Or maybe it is the fact she doesn't have a bra on and I can make out her breasts moving freely under the sweater, her hard nipples just barely visible through the cotton fabric. Even after all this time I can't get over how beautiful she is. Olivia is about five foot nine, has greyish eyes and reddish brown hair that she keeps straightened and around shoulder length. She has a thin frame and gorgeous c cup breasts that have held their shape even after having two kids. While I have known her almost eight years, I have never loved her more or thought she looked sexier. It helps that after the kids were born Olivia really hit the gym hard and got into great shape. She was never fat, but now she is just perfectly fit. Her arms and abs have a tone to them that I simply find irresistible. I kinda have a thing for athletic women. While I set a fire in the fireplace, Olivia opened a bottle of Riesling and made some fresh popped popcorn. We then sat on the loveseat and cuddled under a blanket as we settled in to watch the movie Olivia had picked out. The movie was a romance called "A Random Love Affair" and Olivia had wanted to see for some time. I normally hate chick flicks, but as I watched it I actually started to get into it because it had a decent sci-fi sub plot. Of course snuggling together under a blanket and sipping wine while the fireplace crackled led my wife and me into enjoying a little romance of our own. I gently massaged my wife's shoulders for a while, and when it was clear she was relaxed I moved on to the next level. Gently cupping her breasts in my hand I leaned in and started to make out with her. Olivia responded and returned a very passionate kiss. The movie sort of became background as my wife and I made out on the loveseat together as though we were horny teenagers. But then suddenly Olivia broke the kiss, pulled away from me and muttered, "God dammit," in a frustrated tone. I was going to ask her what I did wrong but then I looked down and saw her pink gym pants were being tented out by her large and obvious erection. In fact, Olivia had to quickly adjust the band of her gym pants to keep her quickly growing penis from springing free of its elastic confines. "Oh," I said, not sure what else to say. Olivia hated getting erections, but of course it was hard for her not to get one when she was in the mood. Like most women with penises Olivia took great care in hiding hers as much as possible, but every once in a while her extra part made itself known. "Sorry," she said quietly while also putting a pillow over her bulging hard on and looking away sheepishly. Even after all these years of marriage and having two kids together Olivia was still embarrassed by her penis. I had told her many times I didn't expect her to keep it hidden from me. I've even told her I didn't mind if her penis gets hard when she was horny, but she was STILL embarrassed by it. Olivia didn't like to even talk about her penis. She insisted on tucking it away and using over the counter creams to keep it soft during sex. Obviously, she had not thought to put any "softening" cream on her penis tonight. After all, our relaxing movie night was rather unexpected. I was upset that our romantic evening was being spoiled by her unwanted guest, so I tried my best to break the ice that had suddenly formed over our previously hot evening. I smiled and jokingly said, "No need to apologize hun, it's actually kind of nice to know you still find me attractive." I then flashed a big smile and moved to put my arm back around her. But Olivia pulled away from me and groaned, "Ewww Tyler! Gross." "What?" I asked her with a genuine innocence. I don't know why she was still overly sensitive after all our time together, I obviously knew full well she had a penis between her legs. And it was hardly a secret that penises get erections when they're aroused. She just made a "tsk" sound, made a scowl at me and said, "For fuck's sake Tyler, please...don't talk about it like that" and then she quickly retreated into the bathroom. I was left sitting alone on the sofa staring at a paused movie while my wife was in the bathroom either waiting for her penis to soften or masturbating it to orgasm, I couldn't be sure which Olivia usually did. She sure as hell wouldn't tell me either if I asked. We don't talk about Olivia's penis very much because like most women who have them she is very, VERY self-conscious about it. My wife's penis has been the proverbial elephant in the room for our whole relationship. It's big, we both know it's there, but we just sort of pretend it's not. As I waited for my wife to emerge from the bathroom, I thought back to our early days together when I first learned she was, shall we say, special. I met Olivia my sophomore year of college. We both had chemistry 201 together. It took me half the semester to work up the courage to ask out the hot redhead that sat in the second row. I have no idea why she said yes to my date request, but I am still glad to this day that she did! On our first date we went out to dinner at Rubino's, an Italian restaurant not far from campus. We talked and laughed and had a good time. I knew there was something different about Olivia right away. No, I had no idea she had a cock hidden away between her legs, I mean I could tell she was the kind of girl I could see myself settling down with. It was clear from the start Olivia wasn't a slutty college girl or a self-obsessed selfie clone like so many girls on campus were. Olivia was an old school romance kinda girl. The more we talked the more we realized we had a lot in common. I found she had a wonderful sense of humor, and an absolutely adorable laugh and smile. She was even a Dr. Who fan! I mean, what more could I ask for, right? I knew I wanted to see her again, and I asked for a second date before our first had even finished. On our second date we went for a hike in Jasmine Park. It was there that our relationship first bloomed among the flowers of the beautiful park. I was having genuine feelings for her, and as far as I could tell she was actually having some feelings for me as well. After a wonderful sunny afternoon of walking and talking Olivia suddenly sat me down on a park bench and told me, "Look Tyler, I have to tell you something before we go any further." "What?" I asked her, startled by the sudden change in her tone. The only thing I thought of at the time was that she was breaking up with me. Olivia just kind of fidgeted with her phone case in her hands for a bit before telling me, "Well, this isn't easy, and I don't know how else to tell you, so I guess I'll just tell you." "Ok, what is it?" I said while flashing a nervous smile. She set down her phone, gave me kind of a sad look and softly told me, "This is always the hardest part." "What is?" I asked. At this point I definitely thought she was going to break up with me. She then looked down towards her feet, let out a big sigh and said, "Tyler, well, you should know I have a penis." I honestly hadn't seen that coming. I mean, obviously I knew some women have penises, but I guess I always expected if I dated a girl with a dick I would just sort of...know somehow. I don't know, I guess in retrospect it was rather naive and foolish. Women with penises look just like any other woman, and they definitely didn't wear outfits in public that make their extra part glaringly obvious. Well, they usually didn't anyway. A few "rebellious" women with extra parts were none too shy about showing off their packages these days. Women like that enjoyed getting reactions from people, especially men. But even now in the 21st century female penises are still mostly a taboo subject most people don't talk about. While it isn't terribly common, at least one out of every 20 women has a full male penis instead of a clitoris. So the possibility of running into a woman with a penis was just a simple fact of dating women. Most guys I knew had either dated a girl with one or knew someone who had. But in spite of it being a simple fact of life, it was still considered improper for a woman to show one off if she had one. Young ladies who were "different" were taught by social norms to keep their extra endowment to themselves as much as possible. I didn't even know female penises existed until sex-ed class. I often suspected my Aunt Jane had one, but whether she does or not I have no clue. I've never noticed anything unusual about her when I've seen her. I remember when I was little my mother was often overly critical of Aunt Jane and sometimes she would even say mean things like she had no idea why her brother would marry "one of THOSE women." But then again maybe it was just a conflict of personality thing or something. Whatever my mom had against Aunt Jane must have been trivial because she and Aunt Jane eventually got to be good friends. They would even go on bus trips and casino weekends together. In high school, my class had about 120 students, 65 of those were girls, and of those about 3 had penises. How do I know that? Well, in high school all the guys in my class knew which girls had them through rumors spread by other girls, and only the bravest of guys would go out with them. Sometimes we THOUGHT we could see something hidden in their pants but of course those three girls ALWAYS were wearing very baggy pants. I remember one of the three, Diane, was a tall blonde girl with a rather nice rack. Now, if not for the rumors about her she would have probably been one of the most popular girls in school based on her looks alone. But instead she was shy and usually hung out with those guys who hung out at the back of the lunchroom playing those magic wizard game cards or something. Some mean kids even called her "Diane the man." Such a shame really, high school can be brutal. But here on a college campus there was simply no way to tell a woman had one unless the woman wanted people to know. So, needless to say Olivia's revelation was a complete surprise to me. After losing myself in thought for a few seconds I looked over to see Olivia was still waiting for an answer from me, but "Oh" was all I said. I couldn't think of anything better to say. Olivia just kind of squinted her eyes at me for a bit then told me, "That's it, just oh?" I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "What do you want me to say?" Olivia arched an eyebrow and explained, "Well usually when I tell a guy I have a dick they are either grossed out and stupidly ask if I'm a dude, or they start posturing like they're some player who has seen a hundred women with them before. I've never had a guy just say oh before. Have you already had lots of girlfriends with penises or something?" I shook my head and told her, "No, I mean, you're my first, well, my first with a, you know. Umm, I guess I just always knew that was a possibility, I guess? Like I mean, who cares, right? And a, it's like you're still a girl otherwise, you know what I'm sayin'?" My babbling only seemed to insult Olivia. She looked at me for a few seconds then sarcastically said, "Umm yeah. I am still a girl otherwise, I guess. Thanks." I sighed and looked her in the eyes to tell her, "Look, Olivia, what I'm trying to say is, its fine. I don't care either way. I've had sex- ed. I'm a grown up. I know some girls got them. If you have one, that's perfectly fine with me." I smiled to try to convey sincerity, but the truth was I didn't know if I was ok with it. I mean, I was a heterosexual guy, I never really envisioned being in bed naked with another person who had a dick. Like most guys, I had assumed with 94% of women being normal the odds were I would never see one. But I guess every guy who has dated or married a penis equipped girl had thought the same thing too. Olivia just looked me over for a bit then gave a smile back to me and said, "Uh, thanks, Tyler. That means a lot." We then just kind of both looked at the ground. It was an awkward moment, and it almost ruined our date. But then Olivia leaned over and gave me a kiss, and instantly I was once again smitten with the beautiful woman sitting next to me. The rest of the date finished without much incident. We finished walking the trail, and neither of us mentioned her little revelation again. However, for the rest of the date I did find myself glancing at her groin quite a bit and now that I knew about it, I actually could tell that something was indeed down there. Olivia was no doubt an expert at hiding her secret by this point in her life, but subtle telltale bulges still showed through if you looked close enough. Especially when she was sitting. After dropping Olivia off at her place, I headed back to my apartment. My idiot roommates Todd and Jason were there, but they were playing some first person shooter game and didn't really acknowledge me. I walked right past them and shut myself in my room. My head was spinning. After collecting myself for a bit I booted my laptop to do a search on women's penises (for research purposes of course.) I had to know more about what I was really getting myself into. Olivia was an amazing and beautiful woman, but I had to know more about the little surprise waiting for me inside her panties. I started off with the usual Wikipedia and WebMD, but they were mostly dry infographics about how things function. But learning that Olivia had a prostate didn't help my anxiety at all. I continued researching until I found a few websites for men married to penis women Of course any search of the internet for women's penises tends to return a lot of pages that are less educational and more "graphic" in their nature. I couldn't help myself, and I was soon looking at well hung female porn. As I looked at the all too real and graphic images on my laptop screen I began to wonder if I could really handle being with a girl like Olivia. I also wondered if she really had a penis as huge as the women I saw on the screen. Olivia and I kept in contact via text and phone over the next week, but neither of us mentioned the thing she told me about on our last date. Our texts were no different than any two young people who were looking forward to their third date together. We went back and forth on what exactly we should do. But then Olivia told me on Thursday that her roommate would be out of town all weekend. And then it was obvious what our third date would be. Olivia invited me for dinner and movies in her apartment Saturday night. With her roommate was out of town we had the whole place to ourselves. It should have been every guy's dream third date with a beautiful young woman. However, the little surprise she dropped on me the previous date had me worried. What if Olivia was inviting me over and wanted to go all the way? Was that something I could actually handle when it really happened? When Saturday night finally came, I was nervous as I went up to knock on her door. My nerves were only worsened when Olivia opened the door and I saw she was wearing just an old t-shirt and some yoga pants. Tight fitting yoga pants no less! As Olivia invited me in I had to make sure I was making eye contact with her and not staring at the noticeable outline of her penis. All the previous times I had seen Olivia she was wearing baggy shorts or jeans, and she had obviously tucked her penis away somehow to make it almost unnoticeable unless you knew it was there. But in yoga pants her dick could easily be seen in the stretchy fabric. She had clearly made no attempts to tuck it and instead it was just...THERE. I could even see it move about as she walked back and forth in the kitchen. But as obvious as the dick flopping around in her pants was, Olivia acted completely normal and said nothing about it as she continued cooking and making small talk. My brain was suddenly revisiting a lot of disturbing images and ideas I had seen on the pornos the other night, and the fact that I actually had a girlfriend with a dick was instantly very real. I tried to be discreet in my glances, but Olivia must have seen me looking at her obvious bulge at least once. I knew this had to be some kind of test; Olivia wanted to see if I was actually ok with dating a girl who had a dick, so she intentionally wore an outfit that made her extra part obvious as hell! When dinner was finally ready I found some small distraction in how amazing the food was. Olivia is one hell of a cook. As we chatted through dinner I could tell she knew I was nervous, and I'm sure she knew why too. I felt bad of course, but I couldn't help it much because my mind was processing a lot. I redoubled my efforts to keep eye contact with her and to keep the conversation light and happy. Before long we were done with dinner and we sat down on the sofa to watch a movie. I don't even remember what the movie was, because I spent the whole time thinking about what I would do if Olivia asked me to do stuff with her penis. I even briefly worried about the possibility of being raped by her. At one point while we were sitting on the sofa watching the movie, Olivia paused it and stood up to face me and asked if I wanted a soda. Standing right in front of me, her bulging groin was directly in front of my face! That couldn't have been a coincidence. I accepted the soda, and after she got us sodas and sat back down I tried to keep the conversation movie focused and made sure to glance at her breasts or ass at LEAST as often as I looked at her crotch. Olivia said absolutely nothing about her outfit or the thing that was protruding from it, but instead just conversed about old movies with me and carried on as if everything was normal. I tried to ignore it, but no matter what I did it seemed all I could think about was the outline of a penis in the stretchy fabric covering my girlfriend's leg. I couldn't help it, it was just so damn OBVIOUS. Of course maybe that was because it was so damn big. Yes, even though her dick was flaccid and stuffed into yoga pants the outline it made still made it painfully clear right away that Olivia not only had a cock, but she was definitely well hung. In fact there could be no doubt that her dick was bigger than mine, substantially bigger. I was prepared for this though from my "research" I had been doing, and I actually would have been very surprised if her cock hadn't been huge. For whatever reason girls almost always grew big ones. Scientists say it has something to do with the clitoris having more starting mass or whatever so if a woman's clitoris goes through the transformation into a penis the woman usually ended up with an oversized one. Anyway I saw on Wikipedia that the average penis size for a woman was about 9 inches, a full 50% bigger than the average for a guy. But in all my searching I never found an answer to the most obvious question: why 6.3% of the female population grew them in the first place. It was because nobody really knew the answer. It just seemed to happen randomly and no one knows what triggers it. Women who were born from mothers who had penises were no more or less likely to grow one of their own. It isn't an inherited trait and the women who have them were originally born with perfectly normal all female parts. It isn't until puberty that about one out of twenty women find that their clitoris and urethra are growing together to form a penis, and that they suddenly no longer need to pee sitting down. I also found out that while some of the clitoris nerves remain in the growing penis, a lot migrate into the vaginal opening during the transformation. The "wiring" as it were for these two different bundles of sexual nerves even becomes separated in the process. The result is that women with penises can get orgasms from both their vagina and their penis independently from each other. Interestingly, women describe the two types of orgasms as VERY different from each other. Human women with penises are the only creatures on Earth that can experience both a male and a female orgasm. And even though they don't have testicles, when stimulated to have a "male" orgasm the female penis even ejaculates. (Although it is NOT semen but rather female ejaculate that contains no sperm of course.) While there is no known specific cause for some women growing male parts when most women don't, I did find an interesting website which theorized why the human species evolved with some of the females having penises. The theory goes, back in the days of the hunter gatherer tribes the males would be gone hunting most of the time. And even when the males were around the alpha male kept the other males away from the females as much as he could. This same pattern of behavior is observed in most primates and a number of other mammals. The problem with this in humans is women are emotional and intelligent creatures who don't like to be "herded". So, women with high sex drives would wander from the tribe to find a preferred mate. Of course these wandering women usually not only took the best genes away from the tribe, but having all those small nomadic groups of females kept humans from forming effective tribes at all. So, the theory goes with women spending most of their time around other women, some of those women started growing penises of their own. Scientists know there is no specific gene that causes women to grow a penis, but at some point human DNA must have mutated to allow some women to grow them. The first penis women were undoubtedly treated as freaks, but over time humans must have realized they had their uses. For one, penis women could keep the other women in the tribe sexually satisfied in a way no male could. After all, the alpha male could only do so much and betas were discouraged from mating at all. Since the women with male parts couldn't impregnate other women, the alpha male of the tribe probably didn't mind them keeping the other women sexually sated because it made them less likely to mate with the beta males. Having a penis woman around kept the fertile females in the tribe instead of wandering off to find their own mates. Over time, alpha males actually tended to seek out a female with a penis to keep his women happy and his harem together. With tribes utilizing penis equipped women outperforming other tribes who shunned them, natural selection did what it does and the mutation for female penises spread until humans all had the gene. And thus Homo sapiens became a species where one out of every twenty women has a functional male penis. Some historians believe these newly effective tribes were what allowed human civilization to eventually take root. I guess in a strange way, the female penis is what created human civilization. But as humans became civilized, women with penises sexually satisfying other women fell "out of vogue" along with spears, loincloths, and starting fires with sticks. Women with penises were told to hide their "un-ladylike" part, and were taught to find a nice man to settle down and have kids with. But I digress. Anyway, so as I was sitting there with my beautiful girlfriend who happened to have a bigger cock than I did, when she suddenly started to rub my thigh. I looked over at her and she was giving me a look that made it very clear she was feeling, shall we say, "romantic". After flashing a shy smile, she leaned in to give me a kiss and even slipped in a little tongue. After we had made out for a bit I opened my eyes and she then gave me a new look that made it VERY clear she was making a move on me! I panicked; I had no idea if this was another test of hers or if she was genuinely interested in having sex with me. If you think figuring out what a regular woman wants is hard, try reading one who has a big fat cock stuffed in her yoga pants! Speaking of Olivia's cock, it's what actually ruined my first chance to have sex with her. After she gave me her look I glanced down at it and saw it was still flaccid. I thought to myself if she were really in the mood it would be hard, right? I began to doubt myself. I began to doubt her intentions. Anyway, I panicked, and in my panicked state I interpreted her "test" the best I could and continued to make out with her and feel her up (above the waist), but never made a move to take her to her bedroom. Don't judge me, I did what I thought was best to do at the time. After the movie ended I excused myself and said goodbye to Olivia. As I drove home I had a lot to think about. I liked Olivia and I could tell she was a fun and sweet girl, but at the same time I knew her having a huge penis would always make things a little weird. Could I even have a normal relationship with her? Sure, I know lots of guys date and marry women with dicks, there are 18 million of them in the US alone after all. The big question for me was, could Olivia and I make ourselves be one of those couples? Even if I accepted her difference, would she always be self-conscious about it? I mean, could Olivia ever trust me that I find her attractive if she is already thrusting her bulging groin in my face on our third date? During the drive back to my apartment I had a lot to think about. For instance I asked myself WHY was her phallus such a big deal to me at all? Was it because I feared being "gay"? I mean, don't get me wrong I have nothing against gay people I just happened to know I wasn't one. Or at least, I THOUGHT I wasn't. I mean, growing up I knew men were men and women were women. And I always knew that I fancied women. But, in the back of my mind I had to remind myself that some women were part man. Does that make sense? I guess when it came down to it my feeble mind wasn't able to process the big picture. I guess that's why Olivia's penis was just...weird to me at first. Back at home I said hello to my roommates Todd and Jason, but all they wanted to know was how my date went. They were insistent and I knew they'd find out anyway so I told them Oliva was the kind of girl who came with some bonus parts. After I told them that my girlfriend had a dick they just kind of smiled awkwardly, looked at each other, then burst out laughing. At first I just thought they were making fun of me for dating a girl with a penis, but then Todd said, "Dude, why the hell would you even tell us that? THAT'S why you didn't get lucky tonight? Who cares if she's gotta dick, she's still got everything else you want in a woman, if you know what I mean!" I shuffled back and forth a bit and then meekly said, "Well I guess. But...well, what would you guys do if you were actually dating a girl who had one?" Jason gave a sarcastic grin and said, "What would we do? If? Damn, Tyler are you a virgin or something? We all have had at least one girl in bed who could pitch her own tent. Shit, there's gotta be hundreds of them in the campus area alone!" Todd started nodding in agreement as if he had been where I was already at LEAST once. I began to wonder if they were telling the truth or if this was that bullshit "playa" posturing Olivia mentioned. I just shrugged my shoulders and told them, "Hey, I've dated plenty of women, I've just never had one equipped like this, you know?" Todd and Jason glanced at each other, and then Todd said to me, "Whatever man, if this really is your first time with a hung girl, all I can say is try not to think about it, it will drive you nuts if you do. Just enjoy the awesome sex." "Awesome sex?" I asked, wondering exactly what he meant by women with dicks giving awesome sex. Todd started to answer but Jason interrupted and blurted "Yeah, hung girls tend to be insecure a bit. They compensate for their dick by being extra feminine and of course being far more liberal with their pussy. Hung girls will rock your world but whatever you do just don't touch their man part. You know the old saying; you can wet your wick but don't touch the stick!" I was confused. I had to ask, "Really? But, isn't that like their clit? How do you do foreplay without touching it?" Jason let out a chuckle and said "What the fuck dude? You WANT to touch a cock or something? Forget foreplay, you just fuck their pussy, how the hell do you think you get them to cum? Damn!" I back peddled and stammered, "No no, I just mean, when you're doing shit how can you not uh, accidentally touch it." They both kind of made a face and looked at me weird. Then Jason piped up again, "Accidentally touch it? Whatevs weirdo, just trust me dude, the last thing they want you to do is grab girl dick! Hung chicks have like a mental block on and are pretending it's not there. They need to feel that you accept them as a woman or some emotional shit, so when you touch their wang you are just reminding them they have a giant cock swinging between their legs. They just want you to fuck em like they were any other woman." Todd finally got a chance to speak over Jason's posturing and responded, "I think girls expect SOME contact. And of course there's no avoiding it completely when you're actually screwing her. But if a guy actually reaches for their shaft they think the dude is either gay or desperate. At least that's what my ex who had one told me. Uh, not that I tried to touch hers or anything." I was starting to realize my roommate "buddies" weren't much help. Also, they were kind of douches, and I wondered why they were my friends other than the convenience of sharing an apartment with them. The next day I got a text from Olivia asking me to come visit her at her place. As soon as I got through the door of her apartment, she came right out and directly confronted me about my sudden departure from her apartment the previous time. She looked right at me and said, "Tyler, can I ask you something, and can you be completely honest with me?" "Yeah" "Last night, when we were alone, why didn't you try to do anything sexual with me? Do you not find me attractive?" "Of course I find you attractive Olivia. I just thought you wanted to take things slow." Tears could be seen forming in the corner of her eyes as she shot back, "Slow?!? Oh whatever Tyler, I saw you looking at my crotch all night. You are grossed out by my dick, admit it! You think I'm disgusting!" "No honestly! I am fine with it. Really." "Ok, so when I was obviously throwing myself at you, why would you think I wanted to take things slow? Huh? If you think I am attractive and I was practically humping your leg, why did you just sit there like a statue and stare at my groin?" "Well I just figured you wanted to cuddle, because I thought if you were actually in the mood you would have got a..." Her eyes narrowed a bit and she spat out "A what?!?" "You know, a boner." Olivia rolled her eyes, scoffed a bit and said, "Oh for fuck's sake Tyler, Really?" "Uh, yeah, I thought.." She held up her hand to cut me off and said, "Ok, first of all I'm not some slut in a porno! Why the hell would I want to get a boner if we were going to have sex? I don't expect you to suck my dick or anything, jeez! Secondly, I obviously used a ton of Flaccidine cream before you came over. " "Flaccidine cream?" I asked. "Yeah, it keeps it from getting hard. Helps it stay outta the way during sex, you know?" I had seen ads for Flaccidine, but I had thought it was for feminine hygiene or something. Suddenly all those old commercials of women walking on the beach talking about "feeling ladylike" took on new meaning. I shook my head and said, "Well, fine, Olivia but, I guess when I showed up and you were wearing yoga pants, I thought you were testing me." "Testing you?" Olivia asked while turning her head to the side a bit and squinting her eyes. "Why would you think me wearing yoga pants is a test? I always wear yoga pants when I'm relaxing at home. I didn't want to get dressed up when I just wanted to have a quiet evening alone with you, watch a movie, and of course maybe have sex afterwards." I shrugged my shoulders, looked at the ground and meekly said, "Well, uh, I thought you were testing me because you were wearing something that, you know, showed 'IT' off so clearly." Olivia rolled her eyes, groaned, and then replied, "God Tyler, is that what you thought? You thought I was showing it off? I just wanted to be comfortable! I can't help that my THING is obvious in yoga pants. I mean, I already told you I had a damn penis, I didn't think you'd mind if I didn't have it tucked away and uncomfortably bound up while we were just at home watching a movie." "I'm so sorry Olivia I just don't know how to handle, you know....it." Olivia frowned and said, "Look, just don't 'handle' it at all Tyler. I don't expect you to ever do anything with it, like EVER. I was born a woman and I will always be a woman. I can't help it I grew this damn thing, but I'm not going to let it change who I am. I just need to know you can be ok with it being there. I just want to be a woman to you, and ONLY a woman." "I am ok with it, and you are a woman to me" I said with my best sincere tone. Olivia checked my eyes for signs of lying and then simply said, "Ok, then make love to me." "Right now?" I blurted in a surprise. Olivia never broke her gaze, she just said, "Yes, Tyler. Right. Now." I just nodded, unsure what else to say. Olivia led me into her bedroom and excused herself to the bathroom. Normally, at this point I would be excited as my date prepared herself for sex, but instead I prepared myself to see something I had never thought I would see. I was about to see my girlfriend's penis. But then I realized I was already breaking my promise to her. I wasn't supposed to be thinking about her like that. I forced myself to not think about it. I kept telling myself "Olivia is a woman" over and over in my head. I pictured her breasts, I pictured her beautiful face, I pictured everything about her except for that one thing. After a few minutes Olivia emerged from the bathroom totally nude, and then all I could think at that time was: Oh my god it is fucking enormous! I thought I had prepared myself for the moment but actually seeing the monster hanging from Olivia's crotch was nothing short of unnerving. I felt bad that I was seeing my girlfriend naked for the first time and instead of looking at her perfect breasts, toned abs, silky thighs or curvaceous hips I was stuck staring at her giant cock, but I was staring at it nonetheless. Olivia just stood there in the bathroom door, with her enormous dick hanging down between her thighs and looking at me with a pleading look. She wanted to be accepted. She needed to know I still accepted her as a woman. At that moment I had a choice, I could either continue to be freaked out that this woman had the largest cock I had ever seen in real life, or I could look past it and realize she was also the most beautiful and kindest woman I had ever met. I looked her right in her eyes and said with sincerity, "You look amazing." I saw a single tear roll down her left cheek and she beamed a big smile at me and softly said, "Thank you." As Olivia walked towards me her dick swung back and forth with each step. Of course, her breasts and hips did the same, but I was still focused on only one thing at the time. When Olivia got to the bed where I was sitting she motioned for me to stand up. As soon as I did she gave me a big hug which pressed her soft breasts into my chest. She looked me in the eye and kissed me again, but this time with a passion she had never had before. She was elated I accepted her naked body and was attracted to her as a woman even though she was hung like a horse. Without breaking the kiss, Olivia reached down and took my semi hard cock in her hand and began to stroke it softly and lovingly. Or should I say, expertly? She did have a lot of experience with penis after all. I quickly learned that dating a woman with her own penis has the advantage that she definitely knows how to please one. Before long my dick was at full attention, although I must say I had never felt smaller down there as I did standing next to Olivia. But Olivia didn't say anything about my comparatively small penis and simply moaned, "mmm, that feels real good and hard, I think it likes me." I then felt something brush my thigh and I looked down to see Olivia's own penis was growing to attention as well. If I had thought it was big before, now I didn't know what to think. I could swear my own penis had shrunk an inch or two just from the intimidation of being in the same room as my girlfriend's monster. I wondered how the hell Olivia was keeping herself from laughing at my penis right now as she held it. How could I expect her to be turned on by my manhood when she had one twice its size attached to her? Olivia realized her erection was pressing into me and so she repositioned herself a bit and said, "Sorry, unless I use the cream at least 15 minutes beforehand it is obviously going to get, well, you know what when I'm excited. But please just ignore it, it will soften pretty soon from the Flaccidine." I mumbled something like "it's alright" but my gaze remained locked on it. Olivia could tell I was a bit rattled because she let out a sigh and said "Yeah, I know. It's huge even for a woman. I probably should have warned you about that but I didn't want to scare you either. But, just pretend it's not there and try to make love to me just like you would any other woman. Please. Make me feel like a woman. " Olivia then gave me a deep passionate kiss before gently sitting down on the bed. She then slowly leaned backwards until she was lying on her back. I then saw her slowly spread her legs open invitingly. This was actually the first time I had gotten a look at her vagina. It felt odd to think it, but I was secretly relived she actually had one. It meant she really was a female and not some dude pulling a prank. Yeah, I feel terrible about thinking that at all, but to be fair at that point I had seen evidence of her penis about 121 times whereas I had no previous direct evidence of her pussy's existence. Her vagina was mostly normal I guess, except of course at the top where the clitoris normally is, obviously. Her inner lips were a bit larger than average, I guess. But I found it really hard to concentrate on her female part considering what was jutting out the top of it. Her hard thick cock that emerged from the top of her vulva and arched clear over her navel to point at her breasts could not be ignored. It was an epic penis that would be the envy of any man, and yet it was a part of my girlfriend. I could even see it pulsing with her heartbeat, leaving no doubt it was really a part of her. But I forced myself to tear my gaze away from the gargantuan pulsing rod and again tried to focus on the moist inviting womanhood below it. I tried telling myself that Olivia was not part man, she was a woman who happened to have a penis. Women sometimes had dicks, but they were still just women. After carefully moving over top of her I gently and slowly inserted myself into her womanhood. The soft moist folds of her vagina welcomed me in and caressed my manhood just as any vagina would have. As I slid my length into her I heard a soft feminine moan of pleasure escape her lips. I heard her softly gasp as well as my hardness moved into new areas of her sensitive feminine softness. As I increased my motions her moans turned to soft cries of bliss. By the sounds and feel of our lovemaking I knew that Olivia truly was a woman. For all my trepidation and fear I was still having perfectly normal heterosexual sex with my girlfriend. We were just a man and woman in love, making love. As we made love though I obviously felt the underside of Olivia's rock hard penis bumping into my groin each and every time I thrust into her. I just tried to ignore it, and I could tell she was doing the same. Our first time having sex together was a little bit awkward to be totally honest, but it was still memorable just the same. I continued to date Olivia and we were really starting to hit it off. Other than my roommates, no one else knew my girlfriend was hung. I mean, yeah there was a slight bulge in her pants but it was hardly obvious. But I had to admit every time we were out in public together I got paranoid and it felt like everyone was staring at us. I got the feeling that they knew I was with a girl with a cock between her legs. But up until our second month of dating it had only been paranoia. Then we had a road trip to a nearby waterpark, and I had to face being with her in public while her extra part was clearly visible for the very first time. We were at Empire Falls Waterpark on a sunny summer weekend. Olivia and I had been dating for almost two months at that point and we were madly in love. However, when Olivia emerged from the ladies room in her swimsuit I was shocked to see her bikini bottom left very little to the imagination. All of my aversions and all of my paranoia about her genitals suddenly exploded back to the surface. I mean, the very noticeable outline of her rod was plain as day and everyone could see it! Now, I had been around women in swimsuits before, and I knew they hid very little for women with something extra, but for some reason I felt Olivia's really stood out. It was as though she had a neon sign around her waist that said, "LOOK WHAT I GOT!" Olivia saw me staring oddly at her and she just shrugged her shoulders a bit and asked me, "What?" I just kind of murmured, "Ummm, Aren't you going to you know, uhm, tuck your thing?" She put her hands on her hips, looked down at her bulge and then looked back at me with an annoyed look. "It won't stay tucked while I'm swimming Tyler. It's why they sell bikinis in both regular sizes and "P" sizes. P bikinis have a pocket with extra room for...stuff. Anyway, c'mon! We gotta get on the thunder falls ride before the line gets too long!" I pretended it wasn't affecting me, but as we walked towards the ride I saw both men and women glancing towards the obvious bulge in Olivia's bikini bottom. Oh, and I very much doubt the "P" in P size swimsuits referred to "pocket" by the way. I knew I was NOT imagining people staring at my girlfriend's protruding crotch this time either. After seeing Olivia, the people would often then look at me. I imagined they were thinking about what Olivia and I did when we were alone. I couldn't help but think this was another test from Olivia. I felt like she wanted to parade through public with all her business out on display just to see if I would still hold her hand and be seen with her. Of course, I also tried to convince myself that was silly. I mean I actually had no way to confirm anything she had ever done was really a test at all. Olivia was most likely just being herself and if not for my own fixation on her atypical genitalia nothing she had done would have seemed at all unusual to me. While waiting in line Olivia made small talk and acted normal but I still found my mind locked on the bulged out fabric between her legs. I knew right then I had to either get over it or break up with Olivia. I knew I couldn't go on like this. I re-ran all the arguments I had been having with myself over and over again. But I seemed to be getting nowhere. But then at lunchtime I saw a man and a woman together at the dippin dots stand. As I watched them I noticed the woman had a bulged out bikini bottom too. As I observed the man and woman eat frozen balls of ice cream and interact I noticed how they weren't acting any different from the other couples around them. The lovers were just laughing and having a good time together. The fact that the woman had abnormal genitals really didn't matter, they were just enjoying each other's company. I looked back over at Olivia smiling at me and realized that she wasn't testing me, she was doing what any person would do at a waterpark. She was just there having a good time and enjoying my company. I felt bad for not doing the same for her. After lunch as we wandered from ride to ride I saw a few more women in the park who obviously had the same bulge Olivia had. Most of those women were with guys too, so I wasn't even close to being the only guy in the park in the same predicament. I realized there had to be at least 1000 women in the park that day and that meant at least 60 of them were built just like Olivia. As I saw more and more of them I began to think to myself, sure, my girlfriend had a big dick stuffed in her bikini bottom but so did about a lots of other women at this park. Seeing that "I wasn't alone" firsthand did more for me than numbers ever could. I knew that women with penises were normal from the statistics, but seeing them all there and being just...regular people, well, it really set my mind straight that they really were normal. Olivia was normal. And I was normal for loving her. And so, there I was out in public holding the hand of a woman who clearly had a penis. Everyone could see me, they could see her, and for the first time, I didn't care. I knew at that moment I was going to be OK with Olivia's extra part. And after an awkward start, now our romance could go to the next level. After finally getting used to having a girlfriend with a penis, I started to just think of her as just a girlfriend. Our sex life even "normalized" after a while. With Olivia using the cream to keep things "settled" it was actually pretty hard for me to tell anything was different about her at all when we made love. I began to forget it was even there sometimes. Olivia could tell I wasn't looking at it or trying hard to avoid it anymore, and I felt like that really made her happy. It allowed her to really open up to me. It made her feel like a woman, just like she wanted. Her penis was still there, but it wasn't in the way anymore, so to speak. As our love grew I knew in my heart Olivia was everything I could have possibly hoped for in a woman, and more. She was amazing. I of course married Olivia and as they say, the rest is history. Olivia has been a fantastic wife to me and she has made every effort to make sure her extra part never got in the way of being the perfect woman. But..despite all of Olivia's efforts to keep things "normal" every once in a while the monster hidden in her panties occasionally reared its head. And when it did, it made for uncomfortable moments like our spoiled romantic movie night. After storming off because she got an unwanted erection, Olivia stayed in the bathroom quite a while as I just sat staring at the paused movie screen reminiscing about our dating days. After going over all the old issues I realized those issues I had thought we had gotten over weren't really over. They were being avoided, but they were still there. When Olivia finally emerged from the bathroom I saw her erection was gone and she had tears streaming down her face. I went up to her and gave her a big hug. I wiped the tears away and just held her in my arms for a few minutes. "What's wrong honey?" I asked softly. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ruin our night together." "You didn't ruin anything honey. I really don't care you got an erection, I wish you would stop being embarrassed by it." "It's not just the erection it's..more than that." "What else is there?" I asked, unsure where she was going with all this. "Well, it's embarrassing, but, I've been getting a lot of erections recently. The stupid thing has a hair trigger lately. And even the creams aren't helping as much as they used to. A couple of times I even got them at work and I had to duck into the bathroom to keep people from seeing." I smiled and shrugged before saying, "Well, boners happen honey. You think I've never gotten unwanted ones? Just keep it tucked and it won't be that noticeable." Olivia rolled her eyes a bit and said to me, "It's a little different for me Tyler than it is for you, I mean.. "What?" "Never mind." "No really, Olivia, how is it different?" After an uncomfortable pause Olivia blurted out, "Mine's a lot bigger than yours, ok? Is that what you wanted to hear? When you get an erection maybe it isn't that noticeable, but when I do the fucking thing can be seen from space!" Wow that hurt. My wife not only pointed out her dick is bigger, but she actually thinks so little of my manhood that she called my erections "not that noticeable." It really took the wind out my sails but I know my wife wouldn't have said something so mean if she wasn't really hurting inside. I knew my wife had always had issues with her penis, but lately they seemed to have suddenly gotten a lot worse. I was entering dangerous territory, but I decided to press my wife further about what was really going on. I looked at her and gave her a loving smile and asked her, "Honey, talk to me, tell me why you've been so withdrawn and upset lately. I know it's not just frequent boners that's been upsetting you." "I'm not upset, I've just been dealing with a lot." "Like what?" Olivia pulled away and told me, "I don't want to talk about it Tyler! Let's just finish the movie and go to bed." I again moved towards her to close the distance between us and said, "Tell me, please Olivia." She shook her head a bit and said softly, "I just....I just can't take having a penis any more Tyler. It's driving me insane and I just can't handle it. I hate it. I want it gone." "What do you mean by that?" Olivia looked right at me and said firmly, "What do you think it means? If you really must know I've scheduled a penectomy. I'm having my penis removed January 7th". It was like a nuclear bomb had been dropped on my brain. I could simply not comprehend how Olivia could have done something so major behind my back! I felt betrayed. Since I was just standing there in shock with my jaw open, Oliva added, "Look, Tyler, I'm sorry I hid this from you and I don't like to keep secrets from you, but, I knew you'd freak out and I didn't need the added stress right now. I just want the damn thing gone and then, well, we will just have to deal with whatever happens after that." "Umm, WOW Olivia. That's quite a secret you've been keeping. If I wanted to hack off major body parts I'm pretty sure I would have told you before actually scheduling it! I can't believe you weren't going to tell me about this until after it was over! Female penectomy isn't exactly a respected medical practice, its butchery! What quack is going to do this to you anyway?" Olivia sighed and said, "Dr. Haelstrom, over at Saint Kylie Regional Hospital." "Olivia!! That place is a shithole! No freakin' way I'm letting you undergo dangerous surgery by a bunch of hacks who couldn't even cut it as butchers!" Olivia shook her head and replied, "C'mon Tyler, this isn't the 1980s, St. Kylie's has come a long way. Dr. Haelstrom has actually done the surgery several times already." "WHAT?!? SEVERAL times? You really want to sign up to have your most sensitive body parts hacked up by some guy who has only done this only a couple times before?" "Well, he's about as experienced as they come, it's not like women with penises are lining up for this. They are too afraid about all the rumors about the surgery." I threw my hands up in exasperation and shouted, "Those are not rumors Olivia!! They are medical journals and news reports! Female penectomies are devastating to women. It's no better than the female genital mutilation they do in the Middle East! Even a lot of the Hollywood starlets who paid millions to the best surgeons in America to do their penectomies have been ruined by it." Olivia just kind of turned her head away a bit and replied, "I think the reports are overblown." I let out a huff of frustration and told her, "Well then I think you're not taking this seriously! No matter what you THINK there is a VERY good chance you will come out of this looking normal but your sexuality will be forever ruined. Sex will be painful and you will never have an orgasm again! That's an awful lot to put up with just for a cosmetic change." Olivia's eyes narrowed slightly in anger and she fired back, "This THING in my crotch is hardly cosmetic Tyler, I'm better hung than most male porn stars!" "Olivia who cares about that, I.." Olivia interrupted me and yelled back, "WHO CARES? Easy for you to say Tyler, you're not the freak!" "You're hardly a freak Olivia, lots of women have them," I said tersely. Olivia looked right at me with a tear running down her cheek and said, "So? Most women don't! The fact that some women have them too doesn't make me feel better about having one!" I sighed and after calming down a bit I said, "Olivia please, just relax, ok? I was only saying you shouldn't be self-conscious about it. It is totally normal, and millions of women have them too." Olivia rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "Normal? Really? Ok Tyler, let's pretend that 6% of guys had female tits and you just happened to be one of them, how would you feel? Would you be happy to be one of the men with a set of women's breasts because it was normal for a few guys to have them? Huh? Would you really feel like a true man with a big set of breasts flopping around under your shirt?" I was going to reply, but Olivia continued, "Oh, and for good measure let's assume that the guys with tits didn't just have tits, but had to have giant triple D stripper tits! How would you like having bigger tits than most women even have? Wouldn't you think it was bullshit that even though 94% of guys are perfectly normal YOU happened to be one with giant boobs? How would you like it if no matter how manly you looked and acted people would still just stare at your tits and think of you as less of a man? How would you like to spend your whole life trying to compensate for them? How would you feel being ashamed to be naked in front of your spouse because your TITS are bigger than HERS?" I put my hand on her shoulder and softly told her, "Olivia, please, you should never feel ashamed around me, I think you're beautiful. I told you many times you don't have to hide your penis from me, trust me I am fully aware that it's there! I also don't think of you as less of a woman. You are my wife, you are the mother of my children, and you are the woman that I love. I don't CARE about your dick, honest. You are all woman to me, and I have only ever thought of you as a woman. Olivia pulled away from me again and loudly replied, "You don't get it, do you Tyler? I know you are used to my deformity now, but that's not the point. The point is I am not ok with it! I don't WANT to have a bigger penis than my husband!" And for the second time that night I was stunned into silence. Olivia was really lashing out and I could tell we were in emotional territory we had been avoiding and letting get worse for years. Even though we both did our best to pretend Olivia was just a woman, the fact was she wasn't. And while we were busy playing pretend all the emotional baggage had just kept piling up. Olivia sighed again and said, "Sorry, but you need to know that I don't hide this damn thing between my legs from you because I think YOU don't want to see it. I hide it because I don't WANT you to see it." I just shook my head and softly asked her, "Olivia, what's going on, I mean really?" She shrugged a bit and said, "I guess...I don't know. I mean, things have been weird for me the last few months, ok? I won't go into detail but I guess I just haven't been feeling like a woman lately." I let out a loud "tsk" and told her, "Olivia, that's ridiculous! You're the most amazing woman I know. You're the mother of two beautiful children and you are a great wife to a man who loves you more than anything. Above all you are a beautiful woman in every way." "Really? EVERY way?" Olivia said sarcastically while gesturing towards her bulging gym pants. "That doesn't make you any less beautiful Olivia." "How doesn't it Tyler? I have a dick hanging in front of my vagina, a great big fat MALE dick. No matter how I dress I feel it's always visible and when I'm naked it's the first thing anyone sees. You have NO idea what it is like for me when I undress at the gym in front of a bunch of normal women. You know, I actually have to move my penis out of the way to even see my vagina. And when I do it just seems so small and insignificant compared to the giant thing hanging in front of it. How am I supposed to feel my female parts aren't secondary? How am I not supposed to feel like I'm just a man with tits and a pussy?" I shook my head and asked her, "Olivia where is all this coming from? You are NOT a man! You don't have balls, you don't have a beard, you can't impregnate a woman, and there is nothing about you that looks male." Olivia rolled her eyes at me over the obvious and I added, "Well ok, yeah the one part. But in every other way you are a fully functional woman who just happens to have a penis. I mean you've been pregnant twice for fuck's sake! You've breastfed your children! We make love just like any other man and woman make love. Why would you suddenly not feel like a woman?" Olivia just kind of halfheartedly shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Well, Tyler, take stuff like tonight for example. We were supposed to have a romantic movie night together as husband and wife, but instead I ended up jerking off in the bathroom and shooting my load into the sink like some lonely horny man. How the hell am I supposed to feel like a woman after that? How am I supposed to feel like a wife to you after that? That was the first time Olivia actually admitted to masturbating her penis. I had long suspected she did it, but I had never caught her or dared to ask her. Olivia added, "I've actually been masturbating my penis a lot lately. In the shower, while watching porn in the basement, I even sometimes jerk off into a sock while lying in bed with you after you've fallen asleep. I mean, we don't make love much anymore, so lately I feel like a horny 18 year old guy who's whacking off all the time." I just looked at her intently and asked, "Why have you not told me about all this before?" "Well, my penis isn't really any of your business Tyler. I don't even know why I'm telling you now." "You're my wife! It's a part of you. How is it not my business?" "Because like you just said I'm your WIFE. My vagina and my breasts are my husband's business, not my dick." I was getting frustrated again, and told her, "That doesn't make any sense, Olivia. I love you. We are married for better or for worse. Why wouldn't you involve me in your life completely?" "Because Tyler, I just got done explaining I haven't been feeling like a woman lately! Conversations like the one we are having right now are what I wanted to avoid. I'm your wife and to be a wife to you I have to feel like a woman. Nothing makes me feel less womanly than telling my husband I'm a chronic masturbator who looks at porn and has a collection of crusty cum filled socks under the bed! Okay?!?" Olivia, I don't care if you whack off from time to time. I know you have needs, and I'm ok with that. But please don't keep secrets from me." "Well then, there's more I have to tell you." "More?" "Well, a couple weeks ago at the grocery store I was waiting for the guy to bag the groceries when I felt myself start to get hard. Well, before I knew it my dick had slipped out of my panties and was crawling down my leg. That was bad enough, but then I looked up and saw that both the checkout lady and the bag guy could SEE I had a hard on! I about died of embarrassment. I don't dare show my face there again." "You were turned on by the grocery bag guy? So what? You didn't sleep with him or anything." "Uh, no Tyler, I, uh. I mean whatever, it's, I know, uh, I mean, It just kind of happened." "Olivia, WHAT just happened?" "I was...I was actually turned on by the young woman running the register. I got the erection after looking at HER." "Oh" "Yeah, Oh." I let out a sigh and asked, "So you are attracted to other women now, is that it?" Her eyes went wide and she blurted, "No! I mean, kind of, sometimes, but, I would never DO anything of course. I still love you and I am attracted to you but every once in a while I just get these strange urges out of nowhere. It's almost like...." "Like what?" I pressed. "Like I want to....fuck a woman, OK?" I didn't know what to say to that. Olivia looked towards the floor and told me, "Look, I've been feeling strange urges involving other women for a while now. But after the grocery store I was so freaked out. I never had something like that happen before. I didn't feel like myself anymore. I just went online and found a doctor willing to do a penectomy." I tried to show her some sympathy for what she was feeling, but at the same time I knew I had to talk her out of this madness. I told her, "Olivia, what if after your penis is gone you still have those urges? You will go mad with no way to relive them." "I don't care! I don't want to relieve them! I want this thing gone, and I'm done talking about it. I will gladly have painful and unsatisfying sex as a woman as long as I'm JUST a woman. I am going through with the surgery next month and that is final." And with that she stormed off. I tried following her but she made it clear she didn't want to talk anymore. We eventually ended up going to bed angry, something they say you should never do when you're married. I laid awake that night wondering what to do. I knew I couldn't let her go through with the surgery but at the same time I knew her male urges were beginning to drive her mad. I figured, the only way out was....to satisfy her male urges. I suddenly knew what I had to do. It was an uncomfortable moment when I reached down to grasp my wife's penis for the first time. In all our years together I had never touched it with my hands. Hell, I had spent most of my time during sex avoiding unintentionally making any contact with it. So many years avoiding it, and yet now here it was in my hand, in the flesh so to speak. Olivia obviously felt my touch and asked softly, "Tyler, what are you doing?" "Shh" I said as I began to softly rub her thick soft shaft. It didn't take long for her member to respond to my touch. I felt it hardening in my hand. "Tyler don't, please," Olivia said. But I continued. "Tyler, stop, you're, you're making it HARD