A Gift in Disguise Ch. 03

"During Kim's interviews, she suggested that she had wondered what it would be like to have a penis and be able to fuck a woman. It occurred to me that if she received the proper stimulation to arousal and was then able to use her 'penis' to initiate sexual intercourse with a willing woman, in her case me, she might be able to orgasm. Just as when I was role-playing as a man wearing the device and having sex with Kim, she was aroused but could not orgasm. And her wearing the phallus while she was fucking me wasn't particularly stimulating to me over and above her inherent ability to arouse me.

In short, whatever was blocking Kim's orgasm was not overcome by this phallus. Only you were able to overcome that barrier. That emphasizes even more the significance of your 'gift'.

Right now there are only two of these in existence, this one and Kim's, and they are only functional prototypes. Each was specially designed for the intended wearer to be proportional to our bodies and to feel as natural as they can when they're worn. Each had to be unique, because our genital topography is different. The conductive plates and pressure ridges had to be in precisely the right location for maximum sexual stimulation and minimum irritation for each wearer.

You probably noticed that neither phallus has any straps but does have a thin membrane at the base. That membrane is thin but extremely strong and attached to the wearer with a special surgical adhesive material. Obviously, the wearer has to depilate her genital area for the adhesive to properly adhere. Properly applied, the device feels as if it is part of our bodies. The adhesive is not affected by any body fluids or by the movements associated with even aggressive sex, but it does remove quickly and easily with a special tissue-safe solvent."

Perhaps in an effort to arouse me further, Lorraine explained very graphically how she had used it with Kim. My mind pictured their sex, and I felt my cock getting hard. Lorraine had learned to read my reactions very accurately, so she noticed my arousal. Or perhaps it was part of her plan.

"Tom, how would you react if I were to suggest that I wear my phallus and engage in frottage with you as if I were a man?"

Her question caught me completely off guard. But as I thought about it, I became oddly intrigued rather than repulsed by her suggestion. After all, she was still really a woman.

"You're not talking about any penetration are you, Lorraine?" I asked out of genuine concern. "Because if you are, ..."

"No, Tom, not at all," she interrupted. "I'm talking about us either standing face to face or me lying on top of you. I would control the rubbing of our cocks together until you orgasm ... or until you tell me to stop because you simply don't want to or aren't able to continue."

The feeling that came over me was one I had experienced briefly before, then dismissed. It was more than curiosity, but less than unbridled enthusiasm.

"What will I feel?" I asked.

"It will probably be pretty much the same as when we dry-humped a few days ago. You won't feel any effect of the electric discharge the same as I do, because unlike real skin, the phallus' skin doesn't conduct electricity. As for what you will experience psychologically, I don't know. That's what I hope you will be able to tell me after we're done. I'm quite sure you will orgasm," she said. "And I may, too. But in my case, since your cock won't be inside me and will only be in contact with the non-conductive phallus, I don't expect to receive the full effect of your 'gift'."

The way Lorraine explained it, I was sort of interested. But I still had another question.

"Lorraine, why do you want me to try this? I mean, I'm not interested in ever having sex of any kind with a man, so..."

"Tom, let me assure you that I'm not trying to change or even influence your sexual preferences and orientation. I'm simply asking you to try this experiment with me one time. We can stop at any time, and of course, no one else other than Kim will ever know that we have tried this. I don't need to record our encounter if you don't want to."

Perhaps recalling how Lorraine had eased into introducing me to Kim, I asked, "Lorraine, does your request have something to do with another one of your clients?"

She was clearly uneasy in answering, but finally she said, "Yes, but I really can't say any more about her. Suffice it to say she is completely unaware, and never will become aware without your permission, of what I am proposing to try with you."

I saw Kim wince. Lorraine may not have seen it and may not have realized it, but she had apparently revealed that her client driving the prosthetic penis was a woman, not exactly a complete surprise. If the client had been a man, they would simply have made a prototype to use with him.

"When would you want to do this?"

"How about right now," she answered. She looked deeply into my eyes, then without waiting for me to respond, picked up the box with her device, took me by the arm, and led me into the room furnished as a bedroom. Kim walked alongside.

As we walked, she asked if I would prefer she not record our session and that Kim not watch on the video. I told her to go ahead and record it. And as before, I found myself more excited than put off by the thought of Kim watching Lorraine and I engage in ... whatever it was we were about to do. Lorraine appeared surprisingly excited as well.

We approached the room. Kim deviated and went through another door into the audio/video control room while Lorraine opened the door to the stage-set bedroom. Once we had entered the room, Lorraine said, "Tom, why don't you go ahead and undress. Then lie down on the bed and wait for me. You don't need to hurry. The adhesive takes a few minutes to properly cure."

She walked toward another door, removing her lab coat in a rather seductive manner as she did. I saw for the first time that beneath it she was wearing a dress. Having simply dropped the lab coat to the floor, she was unzipping the dress as she left the room. My cock hardened at the sight and sound of her suggestive disrobing.

In spite of her admonition that I need not hurry, I quickly removed my clothing and lay back on the bed. My erect cock bobbed up occasionally from its laying on my abdomen. Even with my affinity for Lorraine's hairy pussy, I couldn't help wondering what it would be like shaven. I had to also admit a strange and somewhat alarming excitement about having cock-to-cock sex with Lorraine. I made a mental note to tell her that.

The room lights dimmed a bit and some soothing music playing very softly, almost imperceptibly, in the background added to the sensual effect. I stared at the door, eagerly awaiting Lorraine's return.

After about 20 more minutes, the lights dimmed a bit more, then the door opened. Lorraine stood there, fully naked, legs spread slightly, hands on her hips in what could only be described as a sexually provocative pose. Most noticeably, she was wearing the phallus she had designed. It was perfectly proportioned and fitted for her body, so it looked natural, as if it were really part of her, and that effect was accentuated by the dimmed lighting. When she walked, slowly, toward me, it moved up and down and from side to side just as my own erection does when I walk. Had I not known it was Lorraine, I would have suspected it was a man and not a woman. I was surprised at how arousing my anticipation of this experience with her had become.

As she approached me, I could see her face clearer in the dim light. The look in her eyes told me she was already aroused. But there was more, something else. She seemed to be exuding an even stronger aura of power and control than ever before. Actually, I felt it rather than saw it.

She grasped the phallus with her right hand and began slowly stroking it. Taking my cue from her, I took my own cock in my hand and began stroking, all the while looking straight into her eyes, wondering what sensations she was feeling.

Her facial expressions and sounds left little doubt that the phallus was fulfilling its purpose, much to her satisfaction.

Separated by only a few feet, we continued to masturbate ourselves, but clearly both of us were wanting intimate physical contact with each other. She moved to the bedside, still stroking her "electronic penis." Then she straddled my thighs so that her "cock" and mine were aligned only an inch or two apart. With her left hand, she took my right wrist and pulled it away from my erection, now red, quite warm, and very hard. She ran the tip of her "cock" up and down the underside of my erection once, then again. Finally she edged forward so that the underside of the shaft of her "cock" aligned with mine in the same way, shaft to shaft, tip to tip. Then she took both our cocks in her right hand and slowly stroked them simultaneously.

The sensation that washed over me was difficult to describe. Certainly, it was one I had never felt before. At another time and place and with another person, I might have felt revulsion at having my own cock in intimate contact with another one. However now, the resulting feeling was highly arousing.

Lorraine read my facial expression perfectly and was clearly pleased at being in control. Then she released her hand while at the same time lowering her body on top of mine. Our cocks were sandwiched between us, and she began to rub hers against mine. I felt her nipples hard against my chest, and her face was only inches from mine. I felt her body's muscular tightness in its sexual insinuation with mine.

She brought her mouth down against mine and plunged her tongue deeply into my mouth. The more she kissed me, which I returned with equal fervor, the more she rubbed her "cock" against me. Her lustful sounds and sharp movements revealed her rapidly intensifying desire. I didn't know how much longer she would keep this up, but I felt the first stages of my own irreversible orgasm welling up inside me. As if she knew or could feel it, too, she began to thrust her pelvis as if her "cock" was inside me and she was fucking me. Her nipples slid up and down on my chest. I felt her fingernails digging into my shoulders as her thrusts grew more violent.

Now both of us began crying out as our orgasms arrived nearly simultaneously. I felt my hot cum shoot out between us, melding our torsos together like hot sticky glue. I heaved my hips upward as if I were fucking her. In the instant my jism flowed between us, Lorraine's body stiffened, then began shaking violently. Her cries were cries of orgasm, not pain, and they continued for several seconds, perhaps even a full minute. Finally, her body collapsed on top of mine, her breathing ragged and uneven, my hot cum cementing us together. I felt her "cock" between us even as mine softened. Occasionally, she twitched when her body or mine moved enough to cause her "cock" to send a stimulating impulse to her still-sensitive clit.

She lay on top of me for several minutes waiting for her clit to desensitize and her breathing to return to normal. My erection had subsided, but of course hers remained hard. At some point she slowly rolled off to one side, our faces only inches apart. I rolled to her and kissed her, gently. She returned my kiss and smiled. As had happened so often before after experiencing such an intense orgasm with me, she tried to speak but no sounds came out.

I expected her to get up and leave as she had done so often before, but instead, she simply closed her eyes and quickly drifted into a deep sleep.

The door from the control room opened, and Kim came in. She was somewhat flushed and her speech was a bit uneven and dry-sounding. I wondered if she, too, had become aroused watching Lorraine and me. Had Kim been wishing she could join us?

"Tom," she whispered rather hoarsely as she struggled for composure, "I didn't expect Lorraine to fall asleep. I doubt she expected to, either. I need to remove her phallus. Why don't you shower, dress, and then meet us in her office in about 45 minutes."

I arose, picked up my clothes, walked unashamedly naked past Kim into the dressing room, then showered. It was a leisurely shower, and my mind replayed what had just happened with Lorraine. Then my mind went a little wild as I began thinking about Kim removing Lorraine's phallus. Would Kim's ministrations stimulate Lorraine's desire again? What effect would it have on Kim? Would Kim want to wear her own phallus and have sex with me just as Lorraine had? Cumulatively, the effect of those thoughts along with the warm water rushing over me caused my own erection to revive. Even with passage of time and some cooler water rinses, it didn't subside as much as I might have wished.

After showering and dressing, I assumed Kim had awakened Lorraine so the three of us could meet in Lorraine's office. I walked into Lorraine's office just a bit gingerly since my trousers barely concealed my erection. But only Kim was there, behind Lorraine's desk.

Kim smiled at me. Her eyes drifted to my bulge, then back up to meet mine. "Tom, Lorraine is deeply asleep and relaxed. Obviously, your 'gift' somehow found its way into her neural system even though you were not penetrating her or even touching her clit. We didn't expect that. Once she awakens and can think and talk clearly, I'll get a better idea of what she experienced. Watching her reactions on the video system, it looked to me as if she reacted exactly the same as when you penetrated her. In fact, her reaction today while she was wearing the phallus may even have been more intense. But tell me, Tom, what did you feel? How did it feel to be having cock-to-cock sex?"

Kim's last two questions seemed to have more of an air of lustful curiosity rather than professional detachment to it.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, Kim, but I hardly even noticed her 'cock', even when Lorraine was stroking hers and mine at the same time. It just felt like she was giving me a hand job. Frankly, it was much, much more erotic watching Lorraine walk toward me with her 'cock' exposed. It really looked like part of her body, and the sight was a real turn-on. She seemed even more aroused because of it, too.

But the thing is, I think you could have put anything on her and it wouldn't have made any difference once we started having sex. It was Lorraine's own sexuality and not the phallus that aroused me and caused me to cum. The phallus may have added a dimension of sexual mystery, and that certainly added to my excitement and the intensity of my orgasm, but if I hadn't already been sexually attracted to Lorraine, the phallus wouldn't have made much difference. It was her sexuality, the entire package including the phallus, that does it for me. If you had put it on a woman whom I wasn't sexually attracted to, that wouldn't have increased my attraction to her. I might even have been turned off by it. Does that make sense?"

"Absolutely, and I'm not disappointed at all. As I'm sure Lorraine has told you, good sex starts and ends in our brain. And your brain knew you were having sex with Lorraine. The phallus may have added a dimension of excitement to your experience with an already desirable sex partner, but it apparently wouldn't have created that desire had it not already been there. Of course, I'll need to talk with Lorraine when she awakens to see if she felt anything additional."

"Yeah, I guess I'd have to say that seeing her walking toward me with it on had more of an effect on me than actually touching it or having it between us when we had sex. Like you said, Kim, its feel may have done more for Lorraine than me. When she was walking toward me, the way she looked at me and moved, I felt like she radiated a power I'd never experienced before. I mean, I knew it was Lorraine, but she was incredibly sexy as with a cock. It was more how she as a woman with a cock looked than the feel of the cock itself. I don't know how to explain it."

"That's an important observation, Tom. I'll talk with her about it," Kim added thoughtfully. "There was something else I noticed today, though. When I went in to help Lorraine remove the phallus -- actually, she was already sleeping soundly, so I removed it myself -- I noticed that it was unusually warm. It was as if the device had overheated. That, of course, is highly unlikely because it has no internal battery that could provide excessive current should there be an internal short-circuit. And the piezoelectric generators are, by design, limited to a current that could supposedly could not possibly generate the heat. I'm going to suggest to Lorraine that we ask the phallus' designer and builder to try and determine why it overheated."

Being an electrical engineer, or at least a graduate student in double-E, I fully understood her reasoning. And I was impressed that she as a medical doctor had remarkably technical understanding of the device's electronics.

"Kim, let me ask you something now. Lorraine said she had one of those made for you to see if it might help you orgasm. I'm really curious how it felt to you when you were, what, fucking her or what?"

Kim's answer was obviously evasive.

"Tom, I'd like to check on Lorraine again, so if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to hold off answering that. If there isn't anything else we really need to discuss today..." I took that as my cue to leave.

As Kim and I were walking toward the office door, she concluded, "I'm sure Lorraine will call you in the next day or two to discuss the results of today's experiment. I can see ..." she said looking at the bulge in my trousers with a rather suggestive smile, "... that you've recovered nicely already. And I should be able to answer your question more thoroughly when we meet again."

This day's sexual experience with Lorraine had been different, and I thought it through several times on my drive home from her office.

Normally after having sex with Lorraine, I sleep very soundly that night. However this night was a bit different. I slept well enough, but I had an odd dream, a very wet one. Like many dreams, it was fragmented rather than perfectly coherent.

In my dream I was with Kim, not Lorraine, at some undefined location. We were both in our swimsuits, I in my rather skimpy competition trunks and she in her "not for public" suit she had worn at her home. But in my dream, Kim had a bulge in her crotch, and the unmistakable outline of an erect cock was visible through her already revealing one-piece suit.

Kim walked toward me in a dreamy, steamy, swirly haze, walking much as Lorraine had walked back into the room earlier in the day. Though Kim is several inches shorter than I, she attacked me and forced me to the ground. I wasn't resisting, because intuitively I knew her interest was sexual and not violent. She began kissing me, first on the mouth, then working her way down toward my cock. Just as at her house, my erection erupted from the top of my trunks, and I assumed Kim was going to go after it. Instead, in my dream she inched her way down to it, then suddenly dragged her torso upward over it until she was lying face to face on top of me.

I could feel her "cock" through her swimsuit, pressing and rubbing over mine. When I tried to use my hands to pull her suit off, I suddenly and mysteriously became weak and powerless to resist her hands pinning my arms at my sides. The look on her face told me she recognized the power she had over me, and she rubbed and thrust her "cock" against mine. I couldn't see it, but I could definitely feel it. Her thrusts were strong and powerful, almost violent, her face contorted with lust. I could feel my orgasm welling up.

And then I awoke. My undershorts and sheet were soaked with my own jism.

Though the dream had been pleasant, albeit messy, it raised concerns I needed to discuss with Lorraine at our next meeting.