Chapter 3

1 - Revelation

I heard Chris approach from behind me, “Hey ladies,” and Cindy smoothly moved a bag on the table to I guess hide my hand that was still wrapped around her, no his, her cock.

I was frozen with the most confusing event of my life playing out in my actual hand. My hand was still wrapped around a fleshy, soft, warm cock. It was absolutely crazy.

Cindy quickly, “Give us a moment please, Chris, we’ll be right out.”

I heard him, “Cool,” and felt him walk away.

I looked up from Cindy’s crotch to her face. She looked worried and confused. Yer what about me? I would have thought that I would have pulled my hand away in shock, especially after she’d let go of my wrist. But my hand was still in there. She then moved her pelvis forward and spread her legs a little more, giving me more room?

But I couldn’t do it, and I pulled my hand out. Now staring down at her crotch but unable to see anything. I just couldn’t believe that my friend Cindy had a cock. Cindy had a cock. Cindy was a man? “What does...” I didn’t even know the right question to ask.

She smiled, again still with a nervous look on her face and started to deliver answers, “I was born a man, but when I was 14 things didn’t feel right. I’ve been on hormones for the last 20 years. I feel right and happy now. I hope you can accept this?” I had to wonder how many times she’d given that exact monologue. It was a big question. Well it would be a big question for some. I think she’d delivered the message perfectly. The facts were the facts.

I rationalised the entire thing in my head in seconds and smiled back at her, “I’m surprised and have so many questions.”

It was as if I’d broken a barrier of some sort. She leapt across the tiny space and hugged me. I again felt her breasts pushed against me. Was I becoming some type of lesbian. But she had a cock, what did that make it? In fact wow, what did her cock look like? Was it real or something science made? I had sooooOOOOO many questions.

“Ladies, sorry but I’ve not paid for parking,” my husband behind me. He then reminded me, “Emily we’re also supposed to be helping Claire in a bit.”

He was right, I had commitments to attend to.

Cindy released me with a huge smile, “I’ll message you and see you on Monday?”

Returning her smile, “Of course. Thank you for today.” I actually really meant it. It was a magic day even if my mind had been blown to pieces twice.

We quickly gathered our respective packages, said our goodbyes and hugged again. Cindy gave my ass a little squeeze when Chris couldn’t see. I loved the cheeky little move, sending a tingle straight to my now oversensitive nipples.

On our drive back Chris asked me if I’d been smoking with Cindy. I lied to him saying that Cindy had but that I wouldn’t do that. He also asked if anything eventful happened. Now I could have answered that I’d flashed nearly everyone, tried some serious drugs and that my best friend that we thought was a woman had a cock. But instead I lied with a, “Nope, all normal but great.”

He accepted that straight away, I mean we never lied to each other so why would he think that had changed now. He quickly got back to asking me to open a button or two on my dress, which I did right away for him, feeling it was the least I could do.

2 - Questions

It was strange how easily I was able to accept that Cindy had a cock. As fundamental as it was I still saw her as Cindy, the hooker that I was inexplicably drawn towards.

However I couldn’t deny that I wanted to know more. What did it look like, was it just like Chris’s or completely different? Was she circumcised? What was the skin like? How did the balls hang? What was the difference between soft and hard, you know, how hard it was? How long had she had it? Was it born or, I dunno, put there like her boobs? Did I still call her a she or...? God, I realised that more than anything else I needed to see it. I really needed to see it.

Then there was her johns, why did I feel like they knew. Stuff that she’d said and hinted at? Was I picking up on that? I mean how’d she have sex with them? All butt stuff? Hang on, she’d said that most wanted only blow jobs, hadn’t she? Ooooh, that made a bit more sense. But I still had questions, so many questions to try to understand my friend.

It was all still a mind fuck of a secret to reveal, but I only had questions no judgment or worry. I was proud of myself for being like that.

Over the course of the weekend we’d passed a few messages. It started with her panicking that I was ok. It took some convincing that it didn’t upset me and that I simply had more questions. They’d flown out of me, my fingers turning to smoke on my phone screen. She’s answered some and winked at others. She was teasing me and playing a very crafty game as it just made me want to see it even more.

Then there was the drugs thing. I’d told her that I wasn’t cool about that. She’d apologised and said that she’d go easy on me. I’d bitten and said no more and noticed that she didn’t reply to that, instead changing the subject. I’d have to protect myself from that junk. Or at least that’s what I was telling myself.

3 - A Smoke

At some point on Sunday my mind kept wandering back to the stuff that I smoked, at the same time I kept seeing the packet upstairs in our bedroom. I decided it was time to throw them out. All this smoke rubbish was irritating me and I wanted the temptation out of easy reach. It wasn’t until many hours later that I was actually sitting on my bed looking at the closed drawer that had them in it.

Chris and Claire were out for a bit so I decided now was the best time to bin them. I was distinctly aware that looking at the closed drawer was giving my nipples a distinct tingle. My mind was replaying the feelings from yesterday in the jumbled mess that they were.

I slowly opened the drawer and there they were. I had no idea which ones, the ‘You’re going to die’ message and picture staring at me. I chuckled at the fact that it didn’t deter me, in fact it did the opposite and made them even more alluring. I reached forward and picked them up. My nipples throbbing at the contact. Had Cindy started to create some sort of subliminal link between them, was she a fecking jedi.

I tore off the plastic wrap just to see what they were. Marlborough Gold Superkings. The name meant nothing to me but my hand shaking did. I knew that I should have scrunched them up and flushed them right then and there. I knew that was the only option. In fact I stood up and walked into our ensuite.

My alter-ego had prepared for this, the seat was down, there was a lighter on the side and the window was open. As I sat on the lidded toilet I tutted at how I was making this easier but in the wrong way. I held the packet for at least 5 minutes doing nothing apart from reliving the feelings from yesterday and the picture of me holding that cigarette that Cindy took. I was also very aware that I was teetering between being sick with nerves and needs to furiously masturbate.

With trembling fingers I opened the packet and saw the 20 cancer sticks. I betrayed myself by removing one of them right away and holding it in my hand. My hand was shaking, I was so worked up. I caught myself in the mirror and couldn’t believe how naughty it made me feel. Hiding in the toilet in my own house thinking about having a sneaky cigarette.

I heard a car in our driveway and that snapped me out of my daze. I panicked, crushing the single cigarette in my hand and quickly flushed it. I leaned to put them back in the bedside cabinet but my eyes caught sight of my work handbag. With a rush of adrenaline I popped the packet in there.

Heart beating at nearly being caught I headed downstairs giving my nipples a quick pinch on the way, ready to meet my family returning.

Work on Monday started like any other day. All morning I was worked up though, thinking about Cindy, her cock, the drugs thing. I felt stressed by the thought of seeing her for the first time since the shopping trip two days ago. After lunch two colleagues went home sick and that meant I had to pick up the slack, yay, more work for me. By 4 pm I was so emotionally, physically and mentally exhausted as if I had run a marathon. I needed a break, grabbed my hand bag and went out outside, to gasp some air and sit in their garden near the trees.

I sat there trying to deep breathe through my nose. Trying to zen my shit out. I heard giggling that got my attention and looked over to the smokers hut. There were two young women there, smoking and laughing. Suddenly my hand that was absently laying on my hand bag felt the shape of the cigarette packet. As soon as it did I felt a twinge in my body, my head simply went ‘Yeesssss’ and as if being pulled by a tractor beam I found myself walking towards them.

For the first time today I was also aware of my sexuality. I thrust my chest out and allowed my hips to swing a little more. I’d not even smoked anything but I could feel the stress sliding away. I was going to do this, I needed it, fuck the consequences and stigma.

When I arrived at the hut I tried to put on confident, experienced face as I nodded acknowledgement to them both, pulled the packet out and with shaky hands extracted a fag. I then hit on the problem. I need to light it, shit.

One of the girls saw my dilemma before I’d even processed it. Like smokers are in some kind of sync, her arm shot up and with a click the flame danced near my face. “Thanks hun.” She nodded as, like I’d been doing this for years, I put it between my lips, leaned closer and sucked in a little as the flame lit the cigarette.

I took the first drag just a little to start with. I didn’t want to show my lack of experience in front of my new friends. But I needn’t have worried as they were both done and had already turned to leave. My lungs were not prepared for this and I coughed as quietly as possible. I could feel my hands shaking but I didn’t want to drop it.

Putting it back at my lips I waited for a few seconds and took another drag, this time I coped better, my lungs managing to hold the smoke in me. It may have been a placebo effect but almost instantly I started to feel the stresses float away. I took another drag and closed my eyes. I felt so nasty, so different, so chill. Opening my eyes I puffed the smoke away and felt strong.

I smiled to myself, yes I was changing, naughty Emily was here and I took another huge drag.

4 - Invitation

I had a spring in my step as I headed to see Cindy. The end of the day had gone smoothly. I’d managed to wrap everything up nicely, left a little late and my boss apologised for the extra work I had to do and she said that she saw the effort I put in. Cigarette power? I didn’t care, I’d won and now I was going to see my friend. My girlfriend with a cock. Mind still blown.

She wasn’t at her spot on the street but was instead at my space in the coffee shop waiting for me. I felt my heart leap when I saw her. Before I’d even ordered a coffee I’d embraced her, “Oh god Cindy, look at you.”

She’d laughed, “God girl calm down,” and she shooed me off to get my coffee.

Sitting next to her, now with my drink, again like a child, “You said I could touch it today.”

Tilting her head, “Oh really.” She knew she had me, god she was going to drag this out?

I pouted at her, “Pweeeseeee.”

She laughed, “If I had a pussy would you be trying to finger me right now?”

That thought completely caught me off guard. She’d texted something like that yesterday but I’d not picked up on it like now. I mean she was right, shit. I was asking her to allow me to touch her most intimate, sensitive and secret part. What the hell was I thinking of? What the hell had I spent the entire day and most of the weekend thinking about? And here I was about to reach out and just grab it in a coffee shop. What the hell was wrong with me?

I shook myself, “Shit, Cindy. You’re right.”

She laughed, “It’s ok. I’ve just never known someone to be so excited by it.” She then laughed, “No that’s a lie.”

I laughed with her. However suddenly it wasn’t a mystery or a toy that I wanted to play with. I now saw it as part of my friend’s body. Seeing her here for real made the reality of it all very different. I felt bad for how many questions I’d hit her with over the weekend and how my first thing to ask her in here was ‘give it here’.

I cringed at myself and quickly apologised, “God Cindy, I’m so sorry. I...”

She smirked at me, “Narrrr, I get it. You can have a play soon, don’t you worry.”

The look on her face told me that there was something else going on in her mind. At that we started to chat, the flood gates opened. Some of the questions I’d asked over the weekend, the ones that she’d winked got answered. She was born a boy but early on felt different. Long story short, she started to take meds when 14 or so to start the transition. Had her bolt-on’s, her words, were done when she was 20.

I was a bit confused, with how her sexuality plays out. She was very happy to talk about it, though in hushed tones, due to our location, but a lot of it made me squirm. She wasn’t into anal sex but did it when the customer wanted, which wasn’t very often. She had plenty of female customers that wanted her cock inside them. But most wanted oral or to touch and play with her cock themselves. That fascinated and confused me. I couldn’t quite work out all the information and would need time. When she said that she was pretty huge down there and that it really stretches women out and I was shocked. My secret need to see it grew even more. What did huge mean, long, fat, hard, or all of the above?

She’s never been happier and loves her line of work, does it for enjoyment more than needing the money. I’m not sure how true that is, but that’s me judging so I’ll behave.

We both checked our watches at about the same time, realising that we had stuff to get on with. I’d not admitted to her that I’d sneaked a cigarette earlier and the drugs thing didn’t come up. I was relieved. Wrapping up she commented that there was a party coming and that I had to go. My first instinct was, ‘no thank you’ as I’d not been to a party for years. But she insisted and when she then said I needed to bring Chris, well that gave me a sense of relief. I still wasn’t sure but she very quickly managed to talk me into it.

As a parting comment she asked me if Chris knew about her yet?

“I’m going home to ask and tell Chris right now.” She clapped her hands together in genuine glee as she scooted across the road ready to fuck and suck the night away. I was slightly jealous.

5 - Telling Chris

“What, how’d you know?” His mind was completely blown.

I smirked at him, it was funny, he looked like he was going to fall off his chair. I moved straight in for the heart attack kill, “I felt it.”

“Www wwWW What.”

I leaned forward and, unzipping him, put my hand inside his trousers grabbing his cock, “Just like this.” I gave it a playful squeeze. I could feel it expanding already. I chucked, “Yes, just like this.” I manipulated it a bit.

“How the?” he stuttered.

“I know right.” His cock in my hand was throbbing now. Strangely I was finding this fun but not horny. I let him enjoy my hand a moment to let the message sink in before, “She invited us to a party in two weeks on Friday night.”

“Oh?” His mind was still blown clearly.

“Nothing fancy or sexual like, just a house party.”

He looked confused but nodded, and almost panted, “Did you say us?”

My turn to nod, “Yup, what shall I tell her?”

He didn’t pause, “I think we should go to the party with your girl that has a cock. My naughty wife’s friend, who’s a hooker with a cock wants us to party. Yes.” His eyes looked through and past me. I wonder what was going through his mind. I could see that he was lost. What was he picturing? It was funny. I withdrew my hand and watched him. I didn’t do his flies up, simply leaving him as he was.

He then snapped out of it and grabbed my hand. His eyes boring into me, “I need to fuck you right now.”

I giggled like a little girl as he dragged me up the stairs and did just that.

6 - Party

The next two weeks before the party had Chris asking me more about Cindy all the time. I couldn’t answer many of his questions as I actually didn’t know myself. He really wanted to know how big her cock was, so did I. I think his fantasies were starting to leak out of him a bit more as he was asking me a lot of stuff about what I thought about her. It was like he was trying to find out what I found acceptable and how I was changing. I wasn’t going to complain as our sex life was buzzing.

Cindy and I continued to meet most days after work. We gradually shared more info on each other but I still didn’t really know her. I guess I was simply more of a sharer or she actually didn’t want or have much to share.

I had one cigarette left in the pack in my hand bag. I was surprised that I’d both made them last this week and had actually smoked 18 of the bloody things. I kept chastising myself for doing it but also smirking at the naughtiness of it. I think it’s called inner turmoil.

And that carried forward into this party that we’d been at for a good hour. I don’t know what I expected but it wasn’t this. We were in a big fancy 4 story house in a very smart part of the city. We’d taken an Uber to get here so we were both free to drink as much as we wanted. Chris was smartly dressed, not a tux but smart and I was in a nice flowing dress. He’d wanted me to wear kinky underwear and to show more skin but I’d put my foot down. The dress didn’t show cleavage and was to my knees. I didn’t want to show Cindy up with her friends.

We’d dressed just right, no one was overly slutty, skin levels were about right. In fact, possibly more conservative than I expected, which was a pleasant surprise. There was a healthy mix of people, I could see money, every skin colour and a good balance of genders. Alcohol was flowing freely from any of the three bars they appeared to have. We’d been asked to contribute what we wanted to at the door. Chris told them to charge us £100, which felt about right.

At one point I could see a bong thing being passed around and there were plenty of cigarettes in use, but I was happy to not be drawn to them. Chris at my side even nudged me towards a group at some point but I shook my head. I didn’t want to fall into that trap, a normal cigarette legally bought from time to time was one thing. The stuff this lot was doing was something very different.

It wasn’t like drugs were a focus here, I’d only seen those two little events and there had to be a good 100 people here. That was a relief as I was apprehensive before getting here. Though Cindy had assured me it wasn’t that type of party. She’d laughed saying I could go to one of those if I wanted to one day.

Cindy had found us very quickly after we’d arrived and had fussed around me, which was lovely. I couldn’t help it, I’d looked for her bulge again but couldn’t really make it out. She was a master. About 20 minutes ago she’d left us to it, telling us to mingle and have fun. We’d joined in the odd conversation and had wandered together hand in hand trying to find our place amongst these people we didn’t know.

“Come with me,” Cindy reappeared and grabbed my arm. Then turning to Chris, “Can I borrow your wife for a dance?”

Of course he smiled and nodded enthusiastically and she whisked me away from him and into the crowd in a big room with people dancing excitedly to a good beet. I was getting hot and slightly turned on from the constant body touching that was happening in this small space. Cindy had even manoeuvred me to dance with some other people. That was exciting seeing her watching me dance with another man or another woman. More than once I felt a trouser bulge and I’d swear there was plenty of tit rubbing going on.

Between the drinking and the dancing I was now starting to relax and enjoy myself. Even being a little bit naughty was exciting when Cindy upped the ante when she said, “I want you.”

“What?” The music was loud, I wasn’t sure I heard her correctly.

However she was very clear the second time. As her hand ever so deliberately cupped my pussy, her tongue licking my ear, “I want you. Now.”

Before I had a chance to say or do anything, she grabbed my hand and started to lead me to wherever. I was stumbling behind her in a confused world. She even found Chris on the way and he was now in tow also. She found a bedroom and we walked into it, I managed a, “What is going on?” as she positioned me next to the bed and stood in front of me. My head on a pivot, my nerves controlling me, I was pleased to see Chris step into the room also. He moved to close the door.

“Leave it open,” came a surprise call from Cindy.

“What?” my head spinning to her. Then back to Chris who followed her instructions, leaving the door wide open and deciding to lean in the door frame. She smiled and nodded at me.

I spun back to Cindy, very confused about what was going on. She had her head at an angle looking at me, a little smile on her lips. “I want you.” This was the third time she’d said that. But then changed it to, “I’m going to have you now.” Straightening her head, “We’re going to make love, Emily.”

That shocked and excited me. I looked deep into her eyes, I had to be dreaming. I didn’t want to ‘make love’ to her, that’s what Chris and I did, what I did with my husband. In our bedroom in privacy, not at a fecking party. I turned to Chris to save me, but instead saw that he was very obviously ready to watch this. “Chris, what the ... I don’t want this.”

“I do,” his face was sincere.

Cindy chiming in, “You don’t want me?”

I turned back to her, “I mean Cindy I...” I could see the look on her face. She looked crestfallen, I wasn’t sure I wanted to deliver this. But I didn’t want her to fuck me, I didn’t need that. Did I?

She smirked, knowing that she was touching a nerve and teasing me, “You don’t know what you want. But I do.” She left that in the air for a few moments before reaching behind her back and unzipping her skirt. It smoothly fell to the floor and just as quickly she pulled her top over her head, removed her bra, pulled down her boxer shorts and stepped out of her shoes.

I was shocked and in awe, she was so self aware and confident. She nodded at me, “Strip Emily.” It was a command. I wanted to say no, but I heard Chris add, “Please Emily.”

With very shaky hands, and a brain screaming at me to stop, I was quickly 100 % naked as well. What the fuck was I doing?

7 - Together

We now stood before each other completely naked. For the first time ever we were getting a good look at each other. Now I could see that she had a few more tattoos. There was a little dagger above her navel, a colorful butterfly just above her cock, a flower belly button ring and her both nipples were pierced with butterfly barbells. I was shocked, but surprised.

My eyes darted about her body, taking it all in. I couldn’t see any scars where her breasts had been done. She was right, they looked very natural indeed, they even had a little sag to them. The pierced nipples really surprised me, how could I not have noticed them through her tops or feel them when we hugged? My eyes however were quickly locked onto her cock.

“Do you like what you see Emily?” Cindy whispered to me in the sultriest tone possible.

I reached forward to touch her but she took a step back. I was confused, I wanted to feel her. And surely she wanted to feel me also? She read my confusion, “Our first touch will be us... “ and she nodded at my pussy “ ... there.” I gasped and felt a shiver.

I looked over at Chris who was still standing in the doorway. His face was serious. He was staring at us both in silhouette. “Chris what am I doing?”

He nodded, “Do what Cindy says. I want you to.” God really? This was crazy. For emphasis, he added, “Do everything that Cindy wants.” A pause. “Please Emily.”

Christ, this was so wrong, I turned back to Cindy who was looking my body up and down. Of course she’d touched my boobs before in the bar when I smoked that junk but right now she was seeing them and all of me was completely un-hindered.

I looked at her cock as she focused on my tits. It was now the third adult cock that I’d ever seen in real life. I’d seen a few in TV shows, girlfriends sharing silly videos, Chris trying to get me to watch porn but this was different to all of those. It was currently pulsing or twitching, I don’t know which, but it was growing before my eyes. Right now it was off her thigh, which is where it started and was rapidly starting to point towards me. It was like a tire being pumped up, a twitch or pulse and then it bounced and was a little higher, thicker and longer. I’d never studied a cock like this, it was interesting watching it change.

It was also turning me on something naughty. My eyes fixed onto it and heard but didn’t react to Cindy comment, “God Emily, your tits are magnificent. They are utterly gargantuan, I hope you don’t mind me saying that? I love them.”

Her cock that was now pointing, coincidentally, straight at my tits. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. The foreskin had peeled itself back as the thing had grown, I didn’t even know that was something it could do. The bell end, I think that’s what it’s called, looked big and angry. It was like it was teasing me, ‘I’m going to stretch you bitch’. I was in awe of it.

As it continued to grow I started to wonder if it was ever going to stop. It was already bigger than I imagined possible and easily twice the size of Chris’s. It scared me as it was soon pointing straight up at the sky, still pulsing and bobbing. It was obviously ready.

Now that it was up I could see her balls. I nearly gasped at them. I was used to seeing and playing with two large grapes but these had to be like lemons. They hung low and stretched the scrotum they were in. I gasped, wondering about all the millions of sperm churning in there waiting to get out. Out through that huge slab of meat that she thought was going to deliver them into me. I felt my nipples pulse and I’d sear my pussy dripped onto my thigh.

Fuck, my body was betraying me, it was preparing itself. It was sending so many signals to my brain, my hormones were raging. I was on heat, in lust, gagging for it, however you put it, oh god I needed this. I needed her huge cock, but it was soo wrong.

I shook my head, what condom would fit over this? Would I have to do that? I’d not touched a condom in years, we’d not needed to worry as Chris’s count and motility was so low. We’d not let it bother us, we’d not needed to. As I was thinking that, I naturally mumbled, “Condom.” It was strange to hear it in my own voice, like I’d accepted what was about to happen.

Cindy’s reply shocked me, “No.”

I looked up at her confused.

“Don’t worry, I’m clean.”

Christ, of course she’d say that. But she was a hooker. I know that she said she was careful with her customers but I couldn’t take the risk. Could I? Of course not, jezus. “But Cindy?” I looked down at her cock and balls again and was drawn to it, my hand naturally reaching out to it.

“No, I don’t want you to touch it.” I was confused and so disappointed, like a child in a sweet store I wanted to feel it. “I want your first touch to be your vulva lips and then inside you.” I almost melted when she said that to me. My vulva, christ I’d not heard that word since sex ed in school. But it felt like such a loving idea. “Move to the bed,” her instructions clear again.

I moved slowly, my eyes not leaving her cock. She moved to the foot of the bed as I moved onto it. I was amazed at how strong it looked, each movement making it bob and spring back into position aiming up at her tits.

I knew that she wanted me to lay on the bed, my feet towards her. That was a natural position. I paused on my knees in the middle of the bed and again looked around. Something to save me, there was nothing. Chris, my loving husband, was very happy for this to continue and then my friend Cindy was waiting for me. Something in me was screaming ‘What the FUCK stop’ while something else was screaming ‘Oh god get that thing inside me’. The latter won and I moved onto my back.

As I lay back on the bed I heard something near Chris. Glancing over, I was shocked and surprised to see people now crowded round the open door. I closed my eyes and covered my face in embarrassment, mumbling, “Ohh gawddd.”

What the hell was I about to do? Why were there people watching? Hearing a stranger from the doorway saying, “Cindy’s about to fuck her friend for the first time,” reminding me. Oh god this was crazy. I needed to stop it.

I felt the bed move as I guessed Cindy was moving onto it. It was Cindy, “Look at me Emily.”

I moved my hands and opened my eyes. Cindy was on the bed, kneeling next to my legs. Her huge cock pointing straight up, banging against her tight stomach. I glanced again at the door. Oh god, there were now people in the room. This was about to be a full show. Why was she allowing this?