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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