A Gift in Disguise Ch. 06

After a few quiet minutes, though, something strange happened. For no particular reason I started fantasizing about what it would be like to have you lying on top of me right then, kissing me, making my nipples hard and then pinching them the way you do, and finally rubbing our cocks together. When I started thinking that, the phallus started getting hard again."

"Probably from the pressure of your robe or gown?" I suggested.

"No, Tom. I wasn't wearing anything while I was lying there. And no, I hadn't absentmindedly touched myself, either. No, it was truly getting hard by itself while I was fantasizing about you. I hadn't touched it, even lightly. It got hard just from my thinking about rubbing my prosthetic phallus against your real cock. Jamie said she intends to follow up on that. Something about leakage something-or-other. You probably need to get the techie details directly from her."

"Leakage current," I said as nodded emphatically.

"Leakage current. Yes, that was it. But that was yesterday, and overall the test went well, maybe even better than we expected.

Then today, I've had some unusually vivid sexual thoughts. It's not unusual for me to get easily aroused the day after intense orgasms, and especially when you were even mentally involved in generating them. But each time today while watching the video, I felt as if I was getting an erection all over again just has I had over the weekend and yesterday during the test. The feelings were so real, so complete, that I automatically reached down to touch my cock.

Of course, there was no cock there. I had returned it to Jamie yesterday, but all of the sensations I had experienced in the first erections of the phallus were present. And they were just as intense as if I was still wearing it. Tom, it was more than mental arousal -- I could actually feel it getting hard as if it was still attached to me. Every sensation I experienced yesterday was back. And my clit was noticeably enlarged just as if it had been touched. It was like my sexual nerve endings had a memory!

Logically, masturbating would have been a normal thing for me to do given my high state of arousal. But for some reason I can't explain, I didn't really feel compelled to masturbate to try and relieve the phantom erection feelings. Actually, now that I think about it, I have to say that I almost preferred the continuing intense arousal sensations to the relief that would have come had I finger-fucked myself to climax. Anyway, after a few minutes the erection sensations went away and my clit receded.

That same process repeated twice more today -- right after each time I watched the video to prepare for our meeting. But here's what I think is really important.

Shortly after each of those three phantom penile erections had subsided, I became intensely aroused again, but not as if I were once again wearing the phallus. I became aroused as a woman, the woman I am, not the woman wearing the phallus. It was like the feeling I had wearing the phallus under my one-piece swimsuit standing in front of the mirror -- the only way to succinctly describe it is that I, a woman without a penis, wanted the mirror's image of me with the phallus, to fuck me. But my image in the mirror was very fuzzy, very indistinct. And Tom, the more I tried to understand what was happening, my image in the mirror morphed from me with a cock to you."

"That sounds kind of like what happened with me that time I was standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom jacking off. Remember me telling you about that, Lorraine? I woke up after a wet dream. I had soaked my bed with jizz. But when I walked naked in front of the mirror, I started getting hard again. So I stood in front of the mirror to jack off. And while I was, my own mirror image changed into Jamie standing there naked jerking off her own cock."

"Yes, Tom, I do remember that. I explained that it was a pretty clear sign that you wanted to have sex with Jamie."

"So what's different between what happened to me then and what happened to you standing in front of your mirror today?" I asked rhetorically.

Much to my surprise, she reacted as if she hadn't recalled or considered that until now. "Thank you, Tom. Sometimes even practicing psychologists can't see the obvious -- or maybe we're reluctant to acknowledge it when it applies to us.

What you're suggesting, Tom, and I believe it is probably accurate, is that I would like to experience sex with you not only as a woman, but also in a role as a man when I am wearing the phallus. I know that you are not bi like me, Tom, so that may not exactly appeal to you..."

Her face showed apprehension again.

After a moment of genuinely considering the effect of her words, I answered, "Well to be honest about it, I think it would be very exciting. It's a real turn-on for me when you cowgirl up on me and hump my cock with your clit. And I wasn't at all uncomfortable when Jamie and I did it with her cock, so..." I trailed off.

"Why don't we go watch the DVD, then?" Lorraine suggested.

We both arose from the patio table. I started to walk toward the French doors into the kitchen, but she took my arm and seemed to pull me closer as if we were walking somewhere after a date.

"Let's go this way, Tom," her voice was thick, sultry, as she pulled me toward another set of French doors from the patio.

I could tell from her demeanor and touch that the "professional psychologist" Lorraine had left the building. The sexual tension between us was climbing again, and I sensed neither of us wanted it to subside.

"I think we'll be a little more comfortable in here, Tom."

We walked through the mystery doors and into her bedroom.

The room was completely feminine, even the high-definition large screen television a short distance from the foot of her bed. But even the home entertainment cabinet supporting it was decidedly feminine. The white cabinet with delicately carved woodworking detail complemented the white mask around the hi-def TV. In spite of the slightly off-white walls and white furniture, the room was remarkably warm and inviting. The sheers and curtains had been drawn so the slightly yellow light from the night stands' lamps added to the warmth.

Perhaps sensing my slight unease as to whether to remain standing or sit, Lorraine parted from me and moved smoothly to pick up the DVD player's remote from the cabinet next to the TV. Without speaking, she pushed the start button, then turned back to me.

"Tom, the DVD is quite short. It didn't take long at all for me to orgasm. Twice." There was a very sexy, sensual, and almost pseudo-masculine pride in her voice.

I continued standing and watched the screen.

Within a couple seconds the image of Amanda's rather sterile-looking laboratory bedroom came on the screen.

Moments later, the door near the bed opened and Lorraine walked into the room. I was somewhat shocked to see she was totally naked. She paused only long enough to close the door behind her. Then she strode confidently toward the foot of the bed where she stood, hands on her hips, feet apart about shoulder width, and up slightly on her toes. She looked straight into the camera, clearly wanting us to get a head-to-toe frontal shot of her entire body, including the very noticeably erect prosthetic phallus. It would not be an exaggeration to say everything about her exuded her pride in having a cock.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. I looked to my left at Lorraine. She hit the pause button on the remote.

"Is 'wow!' a scientific evaluation of my cock, Tom?" she asked with what I assumed was mock-seriousness.

It took me a few moments to compose my thoughts. My eyes shifted between the recorded image frozen on the screen and the very real Lorraine standing next to it. Then back and forth again. It was difficult as I tried to explain to her what I was seeing and feeling. I'd had exceptionally fulfilling sex with her, a mature 50-year old woman, but it was as if I was seeing that woman in a somewhat different body, a retro-Lorraine body.

Lorraine and Kim had both told me about some physiological changes they experienced after having sex with me, but it wasn't until now, seeing Lorraine naked on the screen and with a cock, that I finally began to see what she and Kim had been trying to tell me. The changes were subtle, but definitely there.

It was not as if her body had been magically and, frankly, unnaturally or artificially transformed into that of a 25- or 30-year old. It was not a silicone and botox transformation. Neither was it as if this 50-year old woman had just been working out to reduce body fat and increase muscle. Someone seeing her this way for the first time, forgetting for the moment that she was wearing the prosthetic phallus, would see her for what she was -- is -- an extremely attractive and very sexy woman whose body is totally natural rather than sculpted and shaped by artificial means. Well, except for the phallus. And even it looked as if it were a full-life part of her.

I tried to explain my assessment to Lorraine, but the exact words escaped me. To my surprise, she seemed pleased by my inability to precisely verbalize my observations.

"Perhaps you need a real-life comparison, Tom."

With that she deftly allowed her semi-sheer cover to drop to the ground. She wore nothing under it. I was overwhelmed, left speechless, by the beauty and complete sexuality of the naked mature woman standing in front of me. All of her features that had sexually attracted me to her before were still there, but her physical body's refinement accentuated them. She had told me of the disappearing aging wrinkles and smoothing of her skin, the uplifting breasts, the increased prominence of her clit and slight puffiness of her mound. She had told me of all these things, and I had indeed seen her naked after that. But it wasn't until right now that all of these changes and more became apparent while she still retained the sexuality of her maturity. It was as if a fine painting had been just been put in the perfect frame, one that emphasized the beauty of the artwork without in any way distracting the viewer from it.

She pushed a button on the remote, and the room lights went very dim. Motorized drapes closed over the doors we had just passed through.

She pushed another button on the remote. The word "loop" appeared briefly on the television screen and then disappeared, and the video resumed. After remaining in her pose and facing one of the cameras in Amanda's laboratory for a while longer, Lorraine walked to the bedside, sat down, and lay on her back. Then she placed her right hand on her cock and began to tentatively stroke it.

"Oh!" her exclamation burst from the audio/video system's speaker.

"What was that about?" I asked the real Lorraine without taking my eyes off the screen.

"I guess I was a little surprised at how natural the cock felt in my hand. I was being turned on by it getting harder and longer in my hand. Just like I am now."

My eyes were on the video screen, watching the recorded Lorraine slowly stroking herself.

But the living Lorraine had moved next to me in her bedroom and had begun rather urgently unfastening my cargo shorts and then unzipping them.

Back on the video screen, even though Lorraine had been stroking her new phallus for only slightly more than a minute, it was clear from her facial contortions and breathing that she was near to cumming. Her strokes became faster, almost frantic. Now her groans and grunts were intensifying to a point they were distorting in the DVD playback's sound system. Her face was dark red, her eyes were closed tightly, yet she continued to stroke and moan until suddenly her hips began to heave upward as if she was driving her cock into some partner on top of her. Finally her fucking motions began to subside gradually. After a few more seconds, she lay nearly totally relaxed on her back, perspiration running down the sides of her face, her hair disheveled. Even then, she gently but rhythmically continued to stroke her cock. Her body occasionally twitched, though nowhere near as it had during her violent and prolonged orgasm. Then she removed her hand, and in about a minute, her phallus began to go limp.

Here in her bedroom, Lorraine's hand had found my own cock and freed it from my shorts. She had begun first very gently massaging it to erection with her fingertips, but as her own masturbation on the screen became more animated, her hand on my hardness synchronized with her movements on the screen.

I started to turn toward Lorraine, but in a voice dripping with sex she said, "There's more." I looked at her with a "You've got to be kidding me!" look. Her eyes locked on mine, but her soft hand firmly stroked my fully-erect cock. She motioned with her head for me to look back at the screen.

After another minute or two, Lorraine's flaccid phallus began to become erect again -- this time on its own. Lorraine was not touching it. Nothing was touching it.

"How...?" I stammered as I looked at Lorraine.

"It felt so good when it started to get hard again -- even without me touching it." Lorraine's hand on my cock had become more firm again when she spoke.

With considerable difficulty I turned my attention away from Lorraine and back to the screen, fully expecting the on-screen Lorraine to begin stroking her cock again. Instead, she rolled over onto her front with her now fully-erect cock between her underside and the bedsheet. Then she began rubbing it against the bed. Clearly she was getting into position to mastur-fuck the bed as if she were on top of a partner.

She continued thrusting her hips downward against the bed, sliding her cock up and down the sheet. She gave out a loud cry with each thrust, the cries growing louder and deeper with each passing second. Then she emitted a resounding and prolonged growl and groan of release with one final thrust that looked as if it would surely penetrate the mattress with her cock. She collapsed face down on the bed, gasping for air, her body quivering and twitching whenever she moved even slightly. Two or three minutes later, her orgasm having subsided, she sat up briefly on the edge of the bed, swaying ever so slightly left and right as if she might be a bit lightheaded. Then she simply arose and walked out of the room without looking back at the camera.

Back in her own bedroom, Lorraine had continued to firmly grasp my fully exposed cock and slowly, expertly stroke it with her hand. On the screen, the DVD had looped back to the beginning and had started again. In her room, Lorraine put her arm around my neck and firmly pulled my face to hers to kiss me first very sensitively but soon with increasing fervor. She pushed her warm, smooth body against me, my exposed and very erect cock feeling the warmth and chamois-like smoothness of her hairless skin at her mound.

Lorraine broke our kiss and rasped, "You're wearing entirely too much clothing, Tom." With that, she grabbed the bottom of my tee-shirt and pulled it up over my head. Instead of pulling it all the way off, she left me effectively blindfolded. I felt her mouth and tongue kissing and licking at my chest. Suddenly and with no warning, she sucked my right nipple into her mouth and bit down with it between her teeth. The sharp, unexpected pain was more exhilarating and arousing than distractingly painful. That pain shot downward into my exposed erection which was still pushing against her body.

The instant Lorraine released her bite on my right nipple, there was a surprisingly arousing relief. It lasted only a second. A moment later, my face still covered by my shirt, she repeated the bite, this time to my left nipple. This time, I cried out for her to stop, but she clearly recognized it as a cry of sexual pleasure.

"You don't really want me to stop, do you?" she practically snarled at me.

My sounds mixed with the audio of Lorraine being hit by the first of her two orgasms on the the looping DVD.

I frantically struggled to pull off my tee-shirt which would also completely free my arms. Then, while Lorraine wrapped both her arms around my bare neck and began kissing my lips and probing my mouth with her tongue, I used my own hands to blindly push down my cargo shorts and undershorts. Lorraine's kisses were bordering on unrelenting violence with a sexual ferocity I had never before experienced with her. I could feel her thrusting her pussy against me as if trying desperately to find my hard cock and impale herself on it. Her arms pulled me to her, grinding her noticeably firmer breasts against my chest.

I had no sooner managed to step out of my shorts and kick off my shoes that Lorraine pushed me back onto the bed. It was as if she rode me down onto it, because I was on my back with her on top. The violence of her movements emboldened and inflamed me, and I reached up to grab both her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She did the same to me, tugging, twisting, and pulling with the same intensity as I applied to hers. We both cried out, urging the other not to stop but to go on.

I expected Lorraine to slide her clit up and down my shaft as she had done so many times before, but instead she slid it up until my cockhead was at her opening just feeling its wetness. In the next abrupt motion, she drove herself down onto me, taking my full length inside her, each thrust emphasizing that she was going to fuck me until I came.

Never had she been so sexually expressive. Never had she fucked me from above with the same driving force as if she was penetrating me with her cock rather than her with mine. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the image on the video screen and heard the sounds. Lorraine had her back to the screen, but I could clearly see that the DVD had looped to the point where Lorraine was trying to drive the phallus into her imaginary partner on the bed beneath her at Amanda's laboratory.

It was then I realized that the real Lorraine riding on top of me in her bedroom was emulating, stroke for stroke, what the on-screen Lorraine was doing. Lorraine was on top of me and moving herself as if she had somehow appropriated my cock and was using it to fuck me. Rather than being shocked or repulsed, I was becoming even more incredibly aroused by Lorraine's actions, so much so that as the on-screen Lorraine began to experience her phallus's masturbatory orgasm, I shot my cum up through our shared cock and into the real Lorraine riding me.

An instant after my cum erupted into her, Lorraine's eyes flew open as the first of her chained orgasms hit her. Still she kept driving her pussy down on my cock, undoubtedly re-experiencing the same feelings as when she had been wearing the phallus. I felt her fingernails digging into my chest, clawing as if to wring more cum out of me. With the immediate onset of her second orgasm, her eyes tightly shut, her faced tensed as her muscles sought to amplify the intensity and duration of her orgasm. Her sounds in her bedroom synchronized with her on-screen orgasmic groans perfectly, and her body began to shake violently. Still her cunt muscles grasped my still-throbbing cock tightly as if to bond with her pussy walls. My own orgasm seemed to last much longer than usual, or maybe it was as if time had slowed. Still I pumped and thrust upward to meet her downward fuck strokes. And her body continued to spasm, her cries grew more frantic. With one final cry and powerful fuck stroke, she collapsed on top of me, gasping now for air, her body still occasionally twitching when a smaller after-orgasm would hit her.

She lay on top of me, her hair completely messed, her smooth pussy lips still surrounding my erection. Her breathing was returning to normal, but she was still unable to speak. Her body seemed nearly limp as if all the strength in it had been consumed in her several sequential orgasms. After a few minutes, she summoned the strength to roll off of me and onto her back on her bed. She rolled her head toward me, slowly and with obvious difficulty, and tried unsuccessfully to speak. Her lips moved, but no sounds came forth. Though she fought valiantly, her eyes fluttered closed, and she descended into deep post-orgasmic sleep.