Author; Bigby

Title; She was perfect except for her cock

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


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



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, no 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 Iknew, 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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