A Gift in Disguise Ch. 04

"So, you like that, do you?" she teased. "Maybe I can make you cum by working your nips the same way you make me cum when you pinch and bite mine," she muttered with mock cruelty.

She leaned back down and began kissing me on the mouth, first lightly, then more deeply, while still pinching my nips. In combination with what her clit was doing to me cock, I was beginning to feel that deep pinpoint of orgasmic pain starting behind my balls.

Her own arousal was taking control of her as well. Her pelvic undulations using her clit as if it were a finger to stroke the underside of my penis were increasing in length and pressure, and her breathing as we continued to kiss was jerkier.

After several minutes of this intense foreplay, we were both bound inexorably for explosive orgasms.

Perhaps wishing to slow her own and prolong the pleasure, Lorraine broke off our mutual tongue-fucking and started to sit up. In only an instant after she sat upright, she brought her mouth down rather hard to my right nipple and began first tugging and pulling on it with her lips, then lightly biting it with her teeth.

I knew, and so did she, that both of us were very close to cumming. After working her lips and teeth on both of my nipples until they were red and hard, she pushed herself upright again and moved toward the foot of the bed.

She grabbed my undershorts and pulled them down and off in an instant, allowing my fully erect cock to lay on my abdomen. She stood up on the floor, quickly pulled off her own briefs, then immediately lay down fully on top of me again and resume kissing me and grinding her pussy against my cock.

Now, without any fabric separating us, I could feel the hardness of her clit finger-stroking the underside of my penis. It was something I'd never felt before. We were both nearly out of control.

The strength had returned to my arms, and I rolled Lorraine off of me and assumed the missionary position between her legs. I couldn't help but look down at her clit and saw that it was larger than I had ever seen it before. She and Kim had told me that our sex had caused it, but until I saw it, I had not fully understood what she meant nor appreciated how prominent it was.

Using the fingers on both my hands, I gently parted her black, coarse pubic hair, now wet from our earlier contact. Though I've never found oral sex to be particularly gratifying, I could not restrain myself from moving my face to her pussy and flicking my tongue left to right, then up and down across her pearly protrusion. While my tongue worked on her clit, I slipped first one and then a second finger inside her pussy. In spite of the warm lubrication, her cunt muscles clamped down on them forcefully and quickly.

The combination growl and cry that emerged from her mouth ought to have shaken the walls down. In an instant she grabbed my head between her hands and pulled my head upward so our lips could resume their mutual attacks on each other. I managed to keep my fingers moving in and out inside her. Overcoming her resistance, I kissed my way from her lips, down her throat, to her breasts and began alternately kissing and sucking each of her nipples. Knowing her propensity for nipple orgasms, I gently took each of them between my teeth only once.

Now her body was beginning to writhe from side to side, the first sure sign of her imminent orgasm.

"Fuck me, Tom! Do it now!" she cried. Those were to be the last intelligible words she would utter while I was there.

I removed my fingers and positioned my body so that my hot red cock tip was at her wet opening and pushed it in, firmly and rather quickly, until she had taken its full length. Then out its full length, then back in again. Not fast, but steady.

"Yes! Yes! Right there! Right there!" she screamed. "Faster, baby! Fuck me faster!"

Now she wrapped her legs tightly around my body and began squeezing and pulling with remarkable strength while at the same time meeting my incoming thrusts with her own upward ones, perfectly synchronized. She raked her fingernails across my back, and the feeling of pain and skin being abraded was like an orgasm magnet.

The pinpoint of pain behind my balls had expanded as the white jism was volcanically propelled upward and outward into her by my ultra-intense muscular contractions.

The first stage of her orgasm hit her at the instant my cum exploded and flooded her inside. Her eyes pinched shut, her face reddened, and a prolonged guttural growl of release came from her mouth. All the while, her body thrust hard against mine again and again, her cunt muscles gripping my hardness in a sexual vise. I kept pump-fucking her, hard now, slamming my groin against her as if her clit could be pushed back under its protective hood.

Her eyes and mouth snapped open and her sounds silenced as the second wave of her orgasm seized her complete body. Though still driving her pussy upward and pulling my cock into her, her legs flew straight out, her body became rigid in elongation, and then she began to tremble, almost vibrate, for several seconds. Her cunt muscles still gripped me tight and communicated their demands to me for more cum.

Finally, as if some mutual signals had been sent, we both collapsed in a bodily heap, me on top of her, both gasping to regain our breath. Our muscles were totally relaxed and totally lacking strength now. After a few seconds, I had regained enough strength to roll off her to one side.

With the weight of my body off her, she breathed easier but as was always the case after we fucked, she could not speak. The look in her eyes told me of her satisfaction and satiation, but no words could form. Just as nearly every time before, she tried to move her lips as if speaking, but no sounds, no words. Then her eyes fluttered, and she drifted off into a state of ultra-relaxed sleep.

I lay with her for another several minutes to get my own strength back enough to get up. As I lay there watching her now-peaceful face, it seemed to me that the few remaining very tiny lines at the outside corner of her eyes simply disappeared, dissolved into her face. I kept watching for them to return, but they did not.

Before walking to the shower, I covered her with a sheet. The shower helped me become more alert, but my muscles were still shaky from our sex. I was not sleepy, just relaxed and contented. I dressed slowly, took a few more minutes to regain a bit more strength and composure, and then left, locking her front door behind me.

The drive home gave me time to consider Lorraine's words about my sexual feelings for Jamie. Lorraine had reassured me, both psychologically and certainly physically, that if Jamie and I were to have sex, it would seem comfortable and natural. Much to my surprise, my thoughts caused my cock to begin to harden again even after the workout Lorraine had just administered to me.

On Thursday morning I returned to my apartment after my 8 a.m. class and called Lorraine.

She answered, obviously fully awake.

"Hi. How are you feeling?" I asked.

"I feel absolutely wonderful, thanks to you," she said. Her voice was soft but sincere.

"It was my pleasure," I responded with equal sincerity. I could feel my cock hardening again just from the sound of her voice.

"I don't have any appointments this morning," she said. "You could come back over ..."

She had never said that to me before, and it took me a bit by surprise. I wasn't completely sure she was even serious, but I decided to play along.

"I wish, but I've got a 10 o'clock class that I can't miss today."

"Mmmm, well, I guess I'll just have to take care of it myself," she responded, again rather uncharacteristically.

"Keep that kind of talk up, and I'll have to do the same thing," I responded.

"Have you got your cock out?"

I didn't, but with that direct question, I fumbled with my pants as quickly as I could to do it. In past phone conversations, Lorraine had always been brief and professional. Her spontaneous hint at phone sex was both surprising and highly arousing.

"Yeah, and I'd love to have you stroke it for me while I'm slipping my fingers up inside your pussy," I answered.

"Take the tip of your cock between your thumb and finger, Tommy, and imagine that it's my clit. It needs you to squeeze it."

Amazingly, I did as she instructed. I closed my eyes and visualized very very gently applying pressure on the sides of her clit.

"Oh, not so hard, baby. It needs your gentle touch today. That's it, baby. Now you've got it," she cooed. At some level I understood she was doing to herself what she was telling me to do to her. Her voice was becoming strained, her breathing a bit erratic.

Much to my surprise, my squeezing the tip of my fully erect cock was causing me to become far more aroused than I would have thought.

We went back and forth for a few minutes, matching words and touches, and we both knew we were very close to cumming. Her breathing was much more rapid now, her speech very uneven.

"Jerk off for me, Tommy!" she screamed into the phone. "Pull my tits and shoot your hot cum all over me!"

I had already begun stroking myself even before her urging, and her last words were all it took to push me over the edge.

"I'm cumming, Lorraine! Cumming ..." my last words devolved from intelligibility into a roar as my jism shot out onto my bedspread.

I kept stroking myself, even as I heard her words and sounds of orgasmic pleasure. Finally, I could hear only gasps for breath at the other end of the phone line.

"Oh, fuck!" she said. "I've never done that over the phone before. And I'm sopping wet now."

"Sorry," was all I could say.

"I'm not," she responded quickly.

"Me either, not really. But now I've got to wash my bedspread before tonight," I answered with a chuckle.

We talked for another minute or two before I had to ring off to clean up and get ready to go to my next class.

The rest of Thursday and Friday were uneventful insofar as my graduate studies at the university were concerned. My Friday afternoon class was cancelled, so I returned to my apartment and to call Marta S. Cruz, Esq. She had given me her business card during the meeting at Lorraine's with instructions to call her on her cell phone number. So I did, figuring that if she was too busy to take my call, I'd simply leave a voice mail message.

"Hi, Tom," she answered quickly and cheerily. "I'm glad you called. Lorraine and Kim and Jamie have sent over the latest results of the CT scans along with some of their personal notes on your case. Of course, Lorraine and Kim have been sending a lot of information before that, so I'm not very far behind. When would be a good time for you to come by to discuss my services to you? I'm in trial prep this week and trial from Monday through Thursday next week. I can be very flexible after that."

Given the apparent sexual attraction we experienced when we shook hands at our first meeting, I wondered if her reference to "flexibility" might have been a subtle double entendre to her sexual skills in bed as well. I certainly hoped so.

"Would Friday two weeks from today at 3 p.m. be okay?" I asked.

"Perfect! That's really better for me anyway, because it will give me more time to carefully review all the information Lorraine, Kim, and Jamie have provided. Now, do you have a smartphone you can get emails on?"

"Yeah, but I can get emails here at the apartment."

"No, what I'd like to do is send a QR code to your smartphone. When you arrive at my office, you'll need to display the QR code on your smartphone to the reader at the garage. That will let you into the garage. Once you're inside, the door will close automatically behind you."

"Okay," I responded and gave her my email address.

"Tom, the QR code will only be valid for fifteen minutes before and after three o'clock, so don't get there before 2:45. And if you're running late and may not make it before 3:15, give me a call so I can expand the time window."

I was impressed that an attorney was so up-to-speed on uses for QR codes, but I was more impressed that she didn't see the need to explain QR codes to me. She gave me her address and explained that for meetings with high-profile, high-risk clients, she maintained a separate office in her own home. She explained that in my case, the potential value of my "gift" and the need to keep information about it closely held elevated me into the high-profile category.

"Once you're inside the garage, Tom, you'll see a door connecting to the office. Just walk in. I'll meet you inside. Do you have any questions?"

"Do I need to bring anything or dig up any old records or anything like that?"

"No, probably not. Lorraine, Kim, and Jamie have sent all your information to me. Of course, if there is anything you haven't already shared with them that may bear on my ability to represent you effectively as your attorney, then yes, by all means bring that."

"I can't think of anything, so I guess I'll see you at three in two weeks," I said.

Immediately after concluding my call with attorney Marta Cruz, I called Jamie. Her voice mail picked up, so I asked her to give me a call -- nothing urgent.

A few minutes later, my cell phone rang. It identified the caller as Jamie.

"Hi, Jamie, thanks for calling back."

"I was working on wrapping up a project closing report to DoD when you called, Tom. What's going on?"

It took me a moment to answer, because after hearing her voice, I recalled masturbating with her, our two cocks rubbing-fucking together at least in my imagination, in front of my bedroom mirror.

"Tom, are you there?"

"Hmmm? Oh, yeah. I just wanted to let you know that I've talked with Marta Cruz and made an appointment to meet with her at her home office two weeks from today. She said you and Kim and Lorraine had sent over all the CT scan stuff, but she could use more time to review it and collate it with the earlier info you've sent."

"Wonderful!" she responded enthusiastically. "I think you'll be very pleased with her. She and her paralegal are a good team. Emily is an attorney, too, but she's non-practicing. She prefers focusing on doing legal research for Marta and helping write motions and briefs and all that other lawyer stuff. They complement each other very well. But since you're meeting Marta at the home office, Emily may not be there.

By the way, Kim came over yesterday after close of business, and I remapped her for her new phallus. You remember I had already done that for Lorraine? Given the anatomical changes they both experienced after they began having sex with you, I expected it might be necessary to change the location of the stimulation pressure bumps. I also expected it could be necessary to change the electrical contact points and maybe even adjust the electrical impulses since their clits have become more noticeably prominent. I wasn't sure if their sensitivity would change, but it was a little surprising to see that the sensitivity of both their clits and other areas have increased as much as it has."

"Is that going to complicate designing and building new phalluses for them?" I asked, forcing myself to focus on the business at hand.

"Yes. Well ... probably," she said after reconsidering. "But I think that will be a good thing. Remember, I was designing these to primarily be prosthetic penises for men rather than sex toys for women. And, of course, the most important thing is that the prosthetic will in every respect have the same feel, deliver the same sensations, as a man's original equipment.

I expected that a wearer's sexual sensations would change and generally decrease slowly as the person ages. I hadn't considered that some condition might cause the wearer's genital sensitivity to sexual stimuli to actually increase, certainly not as rapidly as theirs did as a result of your 'gift.' So in that regard, the unexpected change is a good thing. It tells me we're going to have to engineer in some easy adjustability. I'm really hoping that you will work closely with me on coming up with a phallus design that will allow for those kind of variations. Ideally, it might even be something the wearer could do himself in the privacy of his own home rather than having to come to my lab. And I guess now, I have to also say '...in the privacy of her own home,' too."

Her words, "... work closely with me ..." caused my own penis to begin to harden. As my wet dream and masturbation session had demonstrated, I had an obvious sexual attraction to Jamie, an attraction I had no interest whatsoever in suppressing.

"I'd enjoy working closely with you on this, Jamie. I've still got to keep working on my master's degree, though, and my current class schedule means Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday afternoons and, of course, weekends are usually the best time for me."

"Thank you, Tom. I think we'll both get something out of it. For the time being, I'm doing all the work on the phallus project pretty much by myself. None of my employees are involved or are even particularly aware of it. In part, that's because I have to ensure that all the federal grant money we receive is spent on specific approved DoD projects. The phallus project hasn't even been submitted for conceptual approval and preliminary funding yet, so I have to absorb all the R&D costs myself. But that's okay. What it does mean, though, is that we will pretty much have to work after hours when my employees are gone. I hope that won't be too much of a problem for you?"

I tried to sound nonchalant in my answer, "Oh, no, no problem at all. When would you like me to come?"

"To the lab, you mean?" she asked. Did I detect faux innocence in her question? "How about next Tuesday at 5:30 p.m.? That will be mostly a brainstorming session to focus our thinking."

"I'll be there!" I responded with unrestrained enthusiasm.

"One other thing, Tom. And please feel free to say 'no' if you don't want me to do this. Neither Lorraine nor Kim may have mentioned this to you, but I have an MD, a woman, informally consulting with me on the prospective prosthetic phallus project. She is board certified in both OB-GYN and urology. Lorraine and Kim and I have been very careful not to discuss you or your case with her out of respect for your privacy, but if you are going to be involved in the project, it would probably be a good idea if we brought her up to speed about your case. That would help her understand the reason for your involvement, and frankly, she would probably have insight about your 'gift.' But like I said, it's up to you."

I thought about it for a while, then answered, "Well, I don't have any problem with you telling her anything about me, but would you please talk it over with Kim and Lorraine first? If they don't object, I certainly don't."

"Of course. I'll call them right now if that's okay with you?"

"Sure, go right ahead."

I hung up the phone and then put in an hour on the books. My mind kept drifting back to the anomalous Dr. Jamie Devlin, a woman with a fully developed penis and scrotum. Rather than troubling me, my sexual attraction to a real woman born with a real cock was stimulating. Setting my books aside, I headed to my bedroom to masturbate when the phone rang again. The caller ID read "Kim."

"Hi, Kim. Happy Friday!" I said cheerily.

"Yeah," She sounded distant, disinterested, but I decided to let it pass.

"I just got off the phone with Jamie. She's going to call you to ..."

"She already has called, Tom, and as long as you don't object, I have no problem at all with her discussing anything and everything about your case with Amanda."

"Amanda?"

"Yes, Dr. Amanda Wallace. She's my OB-GYN. She specializes primarily in female sexual dysfunctions and disease. She was working with Lorraine to help me try to orgasm again and to retard the rapid growth of my body hair She's also a urologist, so she's been an invaluable resource for Jamie in designing and building Lorraine's and my new and improved cocks. I think you and she and Jamie will be a top-notch team."