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 Author; Bigby

   Title; She was perfect except for he cock

   Synopsis; A married couple on a cruise encounters the beautiful Abby,
the girl with a dick.



   Story codes; M/TS, M/F, wife





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   She was perfect except for her cock;

   As I was waking up, I felt a great relief; it had all been a dream, a
nightmare.  Then I opened my eyes, and there she was. She was still asleep,
and even with her eyes closed, hers was perhaps the most beautiful face I'd
ever seen. The smooth even line of her jaw, the slightly sunken cheeks, the
full lips. A cotton sheet covered her body, but failed to conceal her.  The
curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts. Her flaxen hair fell around
her face, emanating from a single point in the middle of her head.  The
hair that had been in my hands the night before as those perfect lips
sucked my cock like no lips had before. We had danced, we had laughed, we
had flirted.  I couldn't resist her, I'd cheated on my wife to be with her.
Because she was perfect; except for her cock.

   There was a taste in my mouth, sour and unfamiliar.  The taste of come.
I really had done it, I'd sucked cock.  I couldn't believe it myself, but
there it is; I did it.





   My wife and I had decided to take a cruise, to try to find our
relationship again. We'd only been married about five years, but somehow
the magic had escaped us.  We had both wanted children, and when Jody
didn't get pregnant, we went to the clinic, as you do.

   Jody was perfectly fertile, the problem was with me.  Weak sperm they
said.  IVF or a sperm donor they said. The IVF procedure was expensive,
traumatic, and unsuccessful.  The only other option was to use donor sperm,
but I didn't want another man to be the father of my child.

   The cruise ship sat the passengers in groups of four for meals.  Abby
and Skip were to share a table with us for the voyage. She was the kind of
girl that everyone had to look at; it wasn't her voluptuous curves, her
perfect skin, or her gleaming blond hair.  It was her smile, the way she
moved, the music of her laughter. When she looked into your eyes and
smiled, you had to smile back.  There was no choice in the matter. I
remember how I saw her first, I don't think I'll never forget.  She wore a
simple black dress that plunged to her feet; it seemed to barely stay over
her breasts, held up by the thinnest of straps over her pale shoulders. 
The garment followed her figure; the breasts were generous, the hips
curvaceous yet clearly muscular, the ass perfection itself. She had glided
graciously across the carpeted floor, arm in arm with her lover.  An older
man, tall and handsome I suppose. And so we all became friends; we told
each other our stories, we laughed and enjoyed ourselves. And flirted.

   I couldn't believe that Abby was flirting with me at first.  Her eyes
were so bright, her smile so generous.  But she was. At first, it was just
that we seemed to share some interests; she was a movie buff, like I was.
We talked together at our table, while her older lover talked to Jody.  It
was nice to meet new people. "So what are you and Abby talking about so
intensely this evening?" Jodie asked as we undressed for bed. "Movies." I
answered. "I think she fancies you." Jodie said, slightly sullenly. "I
don't think so, not like that." I said. "Like what?" My wife asked. I
changed the subject.





   There was dancing the next evening, and Jodie and I sat at a table
watching.  Skip and Abby were burning up the floor, their energy and grace
on open display.  She was dressed in pale green, a long slit skirt opening
occasionally to display a perfect nylon clad leg. "She's very beautiful."
Jodie said. I couldn't deny it. Our new friends came to sit down with us,
glowing but out of breath.  Abby's smile caused my heart rate to increase.
Once more, Skip began to talk to Jodie, and I fell to talking with Abby.
"Do you like to dance?" She asked. "A little bit," I said, "but Jodie has a
bad knee." "Hey Jodie; do you mind if I dance with your husband?" Abby
asked. My wife looked up at two of us; "Go ahead, have fun." She said. I
knew there would be a price to pay for this, but the thought of dancing
with my arm around the stunning Abby was too irresistible.

   In her heels, we were of equal height.  We moved together beautifully,
the small of her back thrilling the palm of my hand, her firm breasts as
close as they could be without touching me, her eyes blasting me with their
sparkling light. It was wonderful, so sexy and perfect; perfect because
this was allowed, it was accepted behavior to dance with another man's
woman.  We ignored the reality, that it's all a mating ritual.  Tease,
flirt, and then stop. We went back to the table, but Skip and Jodie were no
longer there.  We found them out on deck, in animated discussion about some
dead German philosopher. I put my arm around my wife, and Skip put his
around Abby.  We walked about the deck, before returning to our cabins. I
was infatuated, but I resolved to ignore it.  I knew I could never have a
woman like her, not to keep.  My relationship with Jodie was much more
important to me than a fling with someone who was ultimately unattainable.

   "They're running classic movies in the afternoons down in the theater."
Abby said to me over breakfast. "What's playing today?" I asked her. "The
Maltese Falcon." she answered. "I must have seen that 20 times." I said.
"Me too, want to see it again?" I looked at Jodie; "Oh, go on." She said.
My date was wearing simple slacks and a cotton blouse; she looked
magnificent anyway.  We found seats in the dark, nearly empty theater in
the bowels of the ship. She lifted the armrest between the seats, and
snuggled against me.  I put my arm around her. I could smell her, I could
feel her beauty under my hand.  At some point, her face turned up to me;
her lips were so close, so luscious, so desirable.  I knew it was wrong, I
knew I shouldn't, but I lowered my head that thin inch.  I touched my lips
against her lips. That beautiful rush, the thrill of conquest and danger; I
knew I should pull away, apologize, take my arm from her shoulders.  But I
was trapped, my lips couldn't escape the perfect seduction of her mouth. 
Just a kiss, after our dancing, what was a kiss? Kissing is not allowed, we
know that.  Dancing yes, kissing no.  It doesn't make any sense, but

   that's our culture. Her mouth tasted of excitement, of beauty and
desire. The skin of her face was so smooth, the point of her chin seemed to
fit into the crook of my thumb as our lips moved against each other, as our
tongues met. My free hand moved to her breast; so desirable, so full, her
nipple hardening between my thumbs and forefinger. Her hand went my crotch,
and squeezed my hot cock through my jeans. My own hand began to head south,
and I might have found out what was waiting for me there had the lights not
come on. The movie had ended.

   How was the film?" Jodie asked. "Well, I've seen it so many times you
know...  what have you been up to?" "Nothing." The following morning, Abby
asked me again if I'd like to take her to the movies. "That is, if you
don't mind Jodie." She said. "Not at all." My wife answered, "I'm glad to
get him out of my hair for a couple of hours.  I'm happy he's found someone
who likes those old movies." As we walked down to the theater, Abby took my
hand.  Such a simple thing, so innocent; yet not so. "What were you
thinking yesterday, when you kissed me?" Abby asked. "That you were the
most beautiful woman I've ever met." She smiled, blushing slightly. "You
know I love Skip, right?" "Then why were we kissing?" "I don't know.  I
didn't plan it, David; I just really like you." "I like you too, Abby."
"Lots of men come on to me, and I always enjoy flirting." She told me as we
walked down the stairs, "And dancing, too.  But I don't normally let guys
kiss me." "Do you regret it?" "I'm not sure.  It was nice at the time, but
it probably left you thinking about more than kissing." "Well; yes, it did.
But even if nothing else ever happens between us, nothing physical I mean,
I enjoyed kissing you.  I don't regret it at all." "So you would like to.
do more than kiss." We stopped at a turn in the stairwell.  We were quite
alone.  I looked into her luscious eyes. "I sure would Abby." "But you know
you can't keep me.  It would just be for fun.  Afterwards you would go back
to your wife, and I'd go back to Skip." My heart was pounding just thinking
of the possibility of making love with her. "Are you serious?" "So if we
did do it, it would be just a fantasy; an illusion." She said. "What do you
mean?  If we did it then we would have done it, and it wouldn't be a
fantasy any more. We continued walking through the bowels of the huge ship.
"Yes it would; because you don't know me.  When you get off this boat and
go home with your wife, I'll be just a memory to you.  If we were to have
sex just for the thrill, without even the possibility of a relationship,
then it's just about the skin, your body and my body.  I'm a fantasy to
you, aren't I?" "Well; in a way.  But you're also real." "I'm not." "What
do you mean you're not?  Not real?" "That's right.  You see my flesh, my
hair, my breasts.  But that's all, you make the rest up.  You make a
fantasy." "Come on, Abby!  We've been talking and hanging out together.  I
really like you, I like your spirit." "Bull.  You like what you see.  I
know what men are like." We stopped again, and we faced each other in the
empty corridor.  Her face was so incredibly lovely, her big blue eyes so
intense.  I put my arms around her slim waist, and kissed her. She
responded, pushing her full firm breasts against me, opening her mouth for
my tongue. Testosterone thundered through my system, nothing else was even
slightly important any more.  There was just Abby, the stunning lovely
Abby, kissing me there below decks of this ship as it ploughed through the
sea of life. She broke away. "What do you want from me, David?" "Nothing."
"Bull.  You want to fuck me, don't you?" "Well of course I do!  If you want
to." She hesitated for a moment. "Yes; I do want to." She said.  "But you
don't.  You want to do it with the Abby you see, not with who I really am."
"God damn, Abby!  I like you, I think you're beautiful and sexy and smart.
I don't understand what you're getting at." "If you really knew me, you
wouldn't like me at all." She said, turning away. "What are you talking
about?  Of course I would." "All right then." She said, turning to look me
in the eyes again.  "Tell me you want me just for my personality." "I do."
"Liar.  You want a woman with a willing cunt." I was quite shocked to hear
her talk that way.  I wondered what had made her so bitter. "I want you." I
said, meaning it. "So you don't care what's between my legs?" "No." "Well I
do." She said.  "I like what's there." "What's come over you Abby?  I
thought we were just having fun.  Look, I like you and that's all." She
took my hand and slid it down her belly, towards her crotch. "You want to
feel it?" she asked. She was wearing a strange expression, angry and
afraid. I didn't understand where this was all coming from. "Go on, reach
right in there between my legs." She spread her thighs, pushing my hand
down between them. There was something there, a long thick sausage where
there should have been nothing. I jumped back in shock, staring at the
beautiful woman before me, perfect in every respect; except for her cock.
"Well?  Am I still beautiful, sexy, and smart?  Do you still want to hang
out with me?" "Jesus, Abby; I'm in some shock here." "Come on, let's go
watch the movie."

   The armrest stayed down this time.  But I couldn't stop myself from
looking at her profile as the flickering light of the film lit her; she was
so lovely, how was this possible?  Her pointed little nose, her firm jaw,
her generous tits. I had held them in my hands, they had felt so real; she
had felt so real. She turned to look at me.  After a moment, she lifted the
armrest that separated us, and settled against me.  I put my arm around her
shoulders. I couldn't help but feel compassion for her.  I didn't know how
she had come to be who and what she was, but the fact was that I really did
just like her. The realization made me proud; so she had a cock, sex was
not an option.  I liked her, I enjoyed her company.  She was smart, funny,
and.  yes, she was still beautiful. She looked up at me.  Her hand went
behind my neck.  Her lips parted slightly. She was so feminine, so
voluptuous, so electrifyingly magnificent.  I had kissed her before; I had
enjoyed it.  If what I had said was true, if I really appreciated her
beauty for itself, and not for the unseen promise of a wet cunt.  then I
had to kiss her again. She was just a fantasy, after all.  I kissed her, I
kissed her just as I had before.  It couldn't harm me, and it was somehow
important to her. It still felt good; it was an acceptance of her, it was
me telling her that I was still her friend. My heart pounded as our lips
knew each other, just as before; even more than before. "David?" "Yes,
Abby?" "I want to suck you off.  Would you like that?" "I don't know what
to say." "Let's go to my cabin." "What about Skip?" I asked her. "He won't
be there.  He has something else to do this morning." "You're sure?
"Absolutely positive." Even in the darkened theater, her eyes were brighter
than any I'd ever seen before.  The thought of looking at them as she
sucked my penis between those succulent lips was too appealing to refuse.
If a face that beautiful sucks your cock, does what you don't see matter?





   She stripped herself to the waist, tastefully keeping her extra
appendage hidden.  She removed my clothes, all of them.  We kissed and
stroked each other's bodies; her hands on my skin chilled and excited me.
She pushed me onto my back, and moved her mouth to my cock. Her earrings
swayed enticingly as she looked into my eyes and slowly drew my rigid
length into her mouth.  I stiffened in pleasure; I couldn't deny it, it was
wonderful.  It was wrong, wrong in just about every possible way, but I was
more turned on than I could ever remember. She paused after a moment, but
continued to stimulate me with her hands.  Her hands were perhaps too large
for a lady, yet they were too small for a man.  They were lovely hands,
long and sensuous hands with perfectly painted fingernails. "I started
modeling when I was young." She told me, "As a girl.  It wasn't my idea,
but it sure worked.  It wasn't long before I learned to like being a girl;
it's just so nice.  Everyone's so nice all the time, and as a girl I'm tall
and attractive." She stopped talking to suck on my cock again for a while,
the pressure of her mouth and lips the ultimate sensation, driving all
other knowledge from my mind.  Then she pulled up again. "I took hormones
for a couple of years, that's when I grew these knockers." She grinned and
sat up for a moment to squeeze them together for effect. "I was in my
adolescence then.  I loved being a girl, and I loved guys; just being with
them, at first, but one thing led to another; the first time I sucked cock,
I knew it was for me." She grinned at me, displaying her delight with my
dick in her hands. "Sucking cock is just so damn nice!" And she lowered her
face over me again for another round of excruciating delight. I'd never had
such a blowjob; she did me like I never knew I could be done, the pressure
of her lips and mouth exactly right.  She stopped before I came, to prolong
the pleasure. "Have you ever tasted come, David?" "No." "Never?  Not even
in school, just for the sake of experiment?  You should.  It's fantastic;
it's hot and alive when it comes out.  And the delivery system is fun,
too." She sucked me again, stroking my ass, balls, and stomach until I
came. I grabbed her lovely face in my hands and stared at her as I pumped
her mouth full; I stared into her clear blue eyes as my orgasm wracked my
body and mind. She sat up, flicking her blond hair from her face with a
practiced movement.  She smiled at me and swallowed. Slowly, she crawled on
top of me; I lay helplessly.  I had let her suck me off, I had come in her
mouth.  Now I would have to face the face that had drained me. Gently, she
laid her half naked body on top of me.  Her full breasts pressed into my
chest.  She took my face in her hands, and slowly lowered her lips to my
lips. The skin of her back was smooth and warm, her curves so completely
sexy.  I could feel that her cock was hard in her skirt. Her tongue pushed
between my lips, forcing my mouth open.  Forcing me to taste her mouth
again, but this time with the taste of my own come in it. "Well?" she
asked, "What do you think?" "I was trying not to." Abby laughed; she was
such a beautiful creature when she laughed. "Are you ready?" she asked. I
didn't answer her.  I didn't want to acknowledge the question.  I didn't
want to face the answer. Abby lifted herself upright, onto her knees.  She
pulled off her skirt and underwear together. Her penis broke into view;
small but firm, and quite erect.  It bobbed up and down in the sparse air
between it and me.  It approached; it pointed itself at my mouth and slowly
but irresistibly attacked. I opened my mouth and looked up at her.  There
she was, towering above me, her sexuality undeniable. She put a hand on my
head and held her cock in the other as she pushed it into my helpless
mouth. "Suck it, baby." She whispered, "It's what you need.  Suck me, get
into it." The small hard cock ruled me; it was in my head, it was
overwhelming my thoughts.  It moved in and out, her muscular hips working
my lips with it. It was a cock, and yet it was ok; it was a girl's cock,
the luscious appendage of a beautiful sexy woman.  The creature I was
striving to pleasure was not a man, had never been a man.  She was a woman,
more woman than I had ever known. I took her trim ass cheeks in my hands
and pulled her deeper, I sucked her sweet dick for all I was worth; and I
loved it.  The way it felt in my mouth, so natural and good, so alive and
warm and smooth, so vital and primal.  As every man carries the remnants of
breasts, so he carries the desire for cock, and the ability to enjoy
experiencing one. She grabbed my head and started to come. Her body
stiffened in pleasure, she groaned and shook, her cute little balls
contracted.  But there was disappointingly little emission from her.  What
there was tasted salty and hot and very sexy. We lay together for a while
afterwards, stroking each other.  Kissing gently from time to time, as
lovers do.



   Abby opened her eyes, bringing my reminiscing to an end. "What time is
it?" She asked. I checked my watch; "Almost three." I said. She sat up, her
breasts rolling into their new position, her hair a mess yet still sexy.
"We'd better get dressed, Skip might be coming back soon." She said.



   After that, it was every afternoon for the rest of the cruise, except
for when I was down with the flu for a couple of days. There seemed to be
so much more to explore; a girl with a cock, and cute little balls, too. I
loved to kiss her, to hold her smooth curvy body against myself, to feel
her stiff little prick hot against my belly.  I loved to laugh with her, to
make her eyes shine at me.  I loved just being with her, dancing or
talking. I loved to suck her cock, and drink her come.  I loved it when she
did the same to me.  I loved the sparkle in her eyes as she looked at me,
especially while I gave her head. She pulled a condom over my cock one
afternoon, and then got on her hands and knees with her trim round ass
pointed towards me. "Give it to me, sweetheart." She said. Gently, I pushed
my hesitant dick into her hole.  Holding her hips, I've worked it deeper
until it was in to the hilt.  I reached down, and played with her cock. "Oh
baby, this feels nice." She said as I began to fuck her. Although strange,
it felt pretty nice to me too.  Her ass clenched my cock with a strength
I'd never known. I pulled out, and rolled her onto her back.  I put her
feet on my shoulders, and pushed my cock back inside of her.  I played with
her prick and looked into her dreamy eyes as I gave it to her.  I felt
overwhelmed by the pleasure and beauty of that moment, by the pressure on
my cock and the sight before my eyes.  Of her smile, her gleaming bright
face, her sparkling eyes, her sexy curvaceous body, and her stiff little
cock in my hand. I lay myself down against her as I came, her arms and legs
holding me tight, her tongue in my mouth, her cock between our bellies.  I
came so hard, my balls hurt afterwards. She arranged me on my stomach, and
massaged my back.  She sang softly to me, sweet murmurings of affection. 
She pulled my ass cheeks apart. It seemed only fair.  I lifted my butt
upwards for her.  I felt it press against me, maintaining the pressure as
her fingers gently pulled me open.  It penetrated me, the little cock
squeezed itself passed my defenses, into my body. I could never let myself
be sodomized by a man.  I'm not attracted by men, they just don't turn me
on.  I can't say that I'm completely heterosexual anymore, I just can't be
sure.  But I can say that I've never found a man attractive.  I've never
wanted to hold a man tight against myself, or be kissed by a male. But this
was different, I was being sodomized by Abby.  Gorgeous sexy Abby, my
lover. I would do anything for her, I would get on my hands and knees for
her, and let her do what she wanted to me. It moved in and out of me, as
her fingers stroked my back.  I felt humiliated and abused, and I loved
every second of it.  I tried to keep her in me as I rolled over, but didn't
succeed.  I lifted my legs up and outwards, as she had, and she smiled at
me as she pushed her cock into me again. I held her smooth pale body as her
ass pumped up and down, burning mine with her cock.  It was true what I had
said; it wasn't the possibility of a wet willing cunt that I found
attractive.  It was her curves, her skin, her face.  It was that sparkle of
her spirit that shone from her eyes.  The point was not who penetrated who;
the point was that I was making love with this person, this person I found
so attractive.  The point was that we were joined, that we held and kissed
and pleasured each other. She groaned, and I held her tight as she came. We
lay still afterwards for a long time, her on top of me and in me.  In my
head, in my ass, in my heart.



   Jody never asked about Abby, never questioned me about the afternoons we
spent apart.  As always, we went through the motions of our relationship,
waiting confidently for the passion to return, as it always had before. We
traded addresses with Skip and Abby, promising to keep in touch although we
all knew that we wouldn't. It was several months later that Jody told me
she was pregnant.

   "How?" I asked. "On the cruise." She whispered. "But we didn't...  oh. I
see.  It was Skip, wasn't it?" "I don't think so.  It couldn't have been,
he always used a condom." "You were making it with Skip." I said, "In the
afternoons?  When I would go down to watch the movie, you'd be with Skip."
"Yes.  He bribed one of the cabin boys to let us use an empty cabin." Jody
said.  "And you, David? Did you make it with Abby on that boat?" "Yes." I
answered. "Tell me about it." She said. The words came tumbling out of me;
I told my wife everything.  The allure, the temptation.  The cock. She
nodded her head.  "I understand, David." She said simply. "And you, Jodie?
Did you enjoy your affair with the older man?" She took my hands, and
smiled at me.  "It was nice." She said.  "Skip was a very sexy man, David.
He was so sophisticated; and those long legs of his...  you don't want to
hear the details, do you?" "Of course I do."

   "Well, David; all right.  You were flirting outrageously with Abby, and
I can't say I wasn't angry. You two went skipping off to the movies like
two kids on a date.  Skip was very kind to me, he was attentive and
interested in me.  And he had those deep sincere eyes, too.  He took me to
our own cabin.  I really didn't think I was going to go through with it,
but when he started kissing me I just couldn't resist him.  He was a
fantastic lover; the way he undressed me, so confidently.  He licked me out
first, and then...  shall I go on?  Okay.  He took his own clothes off.  He
had a beautiful body, and his age just made it all more impressive to me.
He told me he was 50 years old; nearly my father's age.  That seemed really
depraved, I almost thought I should tell him to go.  But we were both
naked, it would have been very rude.  And then I thought of that beautiful
girl he was with, and I was thinking she could have any man she wanted; he
must have something going for him. And his dick was nine inches long, and
hard as a log.  That's right, honey; that old man did it to me good.  I
leaned back and spread my legs out, and he told me I was beautiful.  A real
woman, he said.  Of course I didn't know what he meant at the time.  It
felt so good going in, I almost came. He held me close, and gave it to me
with that big rod of his.  It was strange for me, doing it like that with
someone I barely knew.  I certainly didn't love him, but it was fantastic
to be in bed with him.  Just for fun, a little holiday fling.  I knew he
would never leave Abby for me or anything.  It was just sex, David.  Really
good sex though.  We did it almost every afternoon, and he always made me
come at least two times.  But Skip always used a condom."

   "You were with someone else?" I asked, my world at her feet. "Only... 
only one time.  One time like that, anyway." "Who was it, Jodie?  Look, it
won't change anything between us.  Just tell me." "It was Abby.  The day
you were sick, I made love with both of them." I had no words; I simply
stared at my wife in disbelief.  She had cheated on me with my own lover?
"I didn't know about her before that." She told me, "I thought she was a
normal woman.  Well, not quite normal, but you know what I mean.  But Skip
had been so nice to me, that when he asked me to be with him and Abby
together, I agreed, just to please him." "And you did it; with Abby?" I
asked her with some disbelief.  "And what did you feel Jody?  When you were
making love to Abby?" "Confused; but she was so sweet, and so lovely.  I
couldn't say no to her, somehow." "I know what you mean." I said. "I didn't
think she could possibly ejaculate, so I didn't object when she...  you
know.  Wanted to put it in me.  She's quite small compared to Skip, and it
seemed so harmless.  And the next thing I knew, there was this woman
screwing me like a man.  Her breasts seemed so real, and so big!" "And what
was Skip doing?" "Taking pictures.  Anyway, Abby started kissing me, and I
held her ass while she did it to me, and I was really surprised, but I
started to come; and then, right when I was completely into it, I felt her
coming inside me."

   If I can't father child of my own, I suppose a child of the two women I
love must be the next best thing.

   Bigby, 2004



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