Chapter 6

"Yeah? You like me all hot and sweaty?" Shelly asked, stretching her naked body across the sofa. "Lick me, baby. Show me how much you love me."

"Yeah," I breathed, doing precisely that as I dragged my tongue from the swell of her left breast into the musky pit of her underarm.

After exercising at the gym all morning, she hadn't even bothered to change her clothes before coming home. Shelly knew how much I loved her body, especially when she was pumped from working out. Her normally tanned complexion had grown darker, the muscles in her legs and arms, her back, shoulders, and stomach, were taut with energy, but hardly grotesque. She wasn't a body builder or anything, but more like an aerobics instructor, and she looked incredibly sexy to me.

She even tasted beautiful as I lapped at her sweaty skin, tasting her sweet and faintly salty. The scent of her recent exertions filled my nose and that wasn't unpleasant either. If anything, the odor made me even more desperate to worship my fiancé's feminine body. I'd been waiting for her, naked and impatient, trying to resist the urge to masturbate in Shelly's absence. After living together for nearly three months, this fantasy brought to life had become our Saturday morning routine.

"Mmmm ... Eat my ass, baby," she moaned, rolling onto her tummy with her thighs wide-spread. "I love your tongue."

"I love you," I replied, kneading the pert globes of her butt with both hands. I found Shelly's asshole soft and pink, her wrinkled sphincter clean but for the lingering perspiration that I washed away.

She reached behind her, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling my face deeper. I buried myself in her delectable derriere, kissing and licking her asshole with my chin teasing her balls. There was no part of Shelly I didn't love, nothing I wouldn't do for her. She'd proven as good as her word, playing the devoted housewife throughout our engagement, and I wanted to do my part as her devoted and loving husband. Giving her a serious rimjob was good practice, I thought.

When she grew bored with my tongue fucking her ass, Shelly turned over again, feeding me her balls while I stroked her beautiful cock with both hands. I pulled her scrotum between my lips and her sack felt soft as satin, smooth and ripe with the scent of her arousal rising from her pores. I nursed on her balls one at a time, rolling each sperm-filled orb with my tongue, suckling gently for several minutes before going back for the other one.

I made love to her with my mouth and hands, with my entire body as I pressed my chest against her breasts. Our hearts beat together with Shelly's hard, pointed nipples burning into my flesh. I felt them as points of fire, much like the incredible warmth of her erection stabbing into my balls while we made out. I'd spent nearly an hour worshipping the beautiful transsexual and we were too excited for much more of that.

Shelly's cock found my asshole easily as she lay beneath me, holding my hips and pulling me down. She impaled me completely and I gasped into her mouth, shivering as I began riding her like a cowgirl. That's what she liked to call me when I was on top, her sexy cowgirl, and my pussy suckled her swollen prick eagerly. I loved the way she fucked me and when I remembered the first time we'd made love, when Shelly had basically raped me, I almost laughed at the idea.

I'd become a serious slut for her shemale cock in the bedroom. Or in the living room, as the case may be. Sometimes in the kitchen. Well, we liked to fuck in the shower as well, but who doesn't? Actually, the only place we hadn't done it was in the hallway closet, I think. Only because it wasn't really big enough for both of us though, otherwise ... You get the idea. For the last three months we'd been fucking like rabbits!

"Ride it, cowgirl!" Shelly teased me. "Work that pussy on my cock, baby. Fuck me like you love me."

"More than anything," I groaned, breathing through her damp golden hair. I clung to her like a little girl, rocking my hips and rolling my ass, grinding my horny boy cunt around her straining cock.

I needed her cum inside me. It wasn't merely wanting, not anymore. The desire I felt was much more intense than that. I had to have Shelly's semen, as much as I could get, as often as I could get it. Nothing else mattered, at least not while we were having sex. Once I started sucking or fucking her cock, I refused to stop until I'd received my creamy reward. The idea that I'd somehow become addicted to her, emotionally if not physically, seems a little absurd, even to me. What else could explain it though?

The sensation of Shelly's cum spreading through my quivering rectum made my heart flutter and toes curl. I'd been sitting up at the end, astride her hips and arching my back as her throbbing cock kissed the very bottom of my hole. My own penis had spilled a large puddle of milky semen on her stomach, right on her belly button, oddly enough. I felt light as a feather, content and sated with an intoxicating rush of pleasure. The best feeling in the world, I thought, working the tender muscles between my thighs to draw as much juice from Shelly's balls as I could find.

"Let me get on top this time," she suggested a moment later, and I soon had my legs over her shoulders. Helpless and happy to take a real fuck now that our foreplay had ended.

How the girl could stay hard like that, I had no idea, but I wasn't complaining!

"Man, I still think you should let me throw you a bachelor party," Kevin said, being my best man and all. I suppose it was kind of his job.

"No." I shook my head, checking myself out in the mirror. "I just want to get married."

"Yeah, but ... Strippers!" He grinned at me as the tailor adjusted his trousers. "You like 'em, right?"

"Sir?" The tailor, an old Chinese guy, looked confused.

"Never mind." Kevin dismissed his gaze with a wave of his hand.

"Shelly would kill me if I had a party with strippers," I said. "Does this look okay?"

"You look like a pussy whipped geek," he replied. "Shelly ain't gonna care. She'll probably want to be there, you know?"

"Shhh..." I frowned. Kevin knew my fiancé was a shemale and he'd even had sex with her, but only for money and a long time before she'd met me. Still, it did make things sort of awkward.

"Shush what?" He laughed. "This guy doesn't even speak English! Fuck! I can't believe you're gonna marry her. She's got a cock bigger than mine!"

"Shut-up!" I made a face as the Chinese guy smiled at me. "She doesn't have a cock," I told him. "It's a joke."

"I bet you're not laughing when she porks you with that thing!" Kevin said, and I really hated that guy sometimes. But that's the problem with not having a best friend, I had to make do with what was available.

I glanced at my watch and started taking my tuxedo off. It fit me perfectly. Our wedding was less than a week away, on the following Saturday, in fact, at some weird non-denominational chapel Shelly had found. Technically, we couldn't get married because she had a penis, which made absolutely no sense to me. Luckily, this minister specialized in marrying gay couples, not legally, but by all accounts he put on a pretty good show. We'd have everything any other couple would have, except the actual New York Marriage License. Instead, Shelly and I had written our own marriage contract and that made it at least as binding and much more special.

"You're going to pick up the rings, right?"

"No problem," Kevin agreed. "I got you covered, Bobby."

"Robert," I corrected him, since the only one who ever called me Bobby was Shelly. I kind of liked that a lot, you know?

I had to run down to SoHo to meet her for lunch. A working lunch with the people handling the wedding and reception. I'd never realized it, but there was a whole industry devoted to stuff like weddings and we'd hired someone to do nothing but take care of the details. Catering, flowers, transportation, waiters, bartenders, flower girls, and God only knew what else. Considering how few people I really knew in the city, our wedding had turned into something large ... and expensive!

"Uhhh..." I looked over the bill, itemized, of course, and only an estimate. The final figures wouldn't be delivered until after we were married.

"How much is it?" Shelly wondered, looking over my shoulder as Pauline, our wedding planner, ate her salad. I was paying for that too.

"American Express?" I asked, mostly because that's what I'd put the deposit on.

"Oh!" Shelly giggled. "Is that dollars?"

"Platinum?" Pauline smiled at me. "Absolutely."

"We're not coming back from the honeymoon," I whispered, filling my senses with Shelly's sublime beauty. I swear, she seemed to look better and better everyday, and she'd been pretty hot right from the start.

"We're not?" she whispered back.

"Nope," I kissed her lightly on the lips. "We're gonna skip town before they cancel my credit cards."

"Stop it!" Shelly laughed, slapping my shoulder. "I'm worth it, right?"

"Oh yeah," I agreed, deciding I needed to give her a real kiss just so everyone in that restaurant would know how much I loved her.

I wanted to give her the fairy tale wedding every girl dreams of and if it meant cashing in a couple accounts, well ... That's what the money was there for. My broker would wonder if I knew something he didn't, but only because nobody dumps a couple hundred shares of CitiBank without a life or death reason. That's what Shelly had become, my reason for living, and I couldn't wait to see her standing beside me in a wedding dress.

"Do you have to go back to work?" Shelly asked on our way out the door.

"Sorta," I replied. "How about you?"

"I have a final fitting at two o'clock," she said, turning her head to the left with a sly smile. "There's a hotel across the street."

"You want to get a room at the Marriott?" I grinned at her.

"Just for a couple hours," she sighed. "Please? All this talk about the wedding makes me kind of horny."

Fifteen minutes later Shelly had me on my hands and knees, sucking her cock in room 2313, our lucky number. I'd given the bellboy twenty bucks just for opening the door and before it had closed behind us I'd taken Shelly into my arms. Being madly in love with someone is a good thing, believe me.

"Throat me, baby," she whispered. "Take all of it this time."

"Mmmph!" I swallowed around her and Shelly did the rest, pulling me to her crotch and stretching my lips tight around the base of her cock.

When she pulled back a few seconds later, a flood of spit and precum spilled out of my mouth and down my chin. My lovely fiancé wanted a nasty, sloppy mouth fuck before trying on her wedding dress and I wasn't going to refuse her. I took a drink of fresh air and went down on her again, feeling her balls slapping my chin and her thick penis lodged deep in my throat.

"Yeah, Bobby," she cooed. "That's the way I like it. Let me fuck your face now."

Shelly turned my mouth into a cunt for her personal pleasure. All I had to do was kneel still as a statue and keep my throat open as she'd thrust forward with her hips. I made sure my eyes were open too, looking up at her so she could see my devotion. She loved fucking my face almost as much as fucking my ass and it never took her very long to get off the first time.

"Uh-huh!" Shelly gasped, holding my face tightly against her flushed skin as her cock spasmed eagerly. I couldn't taste her orgasm, but I could feel her semen sliding down my throat and into my stomach.

Only at the very end, while I panted for air and lapped at her cum covered cockhead, did I get to savor the delicious taste of fresh shemale cum.

"Let's get on the bed," she suggested. "I want to fuck your pussy so badly."

Getting Shelly off the second time always took a little more work, which is probably why she wanted me to blow her first. This was the main event and I'd long since grown used to the strange sensation of seeing a sexy woman above me, smelling her female scent and tasting her on the air, hearing her girlish gasps and groans, and yet feeling my asshole getting hammered by a large, rock-hard, shemale penis. I kind of wished we'd gotten a room with mirrors on the ceiling.

I was just about to mention that to Shelly when her phone rang, which seemed so completely odd that we both froze. I mean, her phone never rang. Not once that I could recall. I'd asked her about it, like what her phone plan was, since I had a pretty good one and there wasn't any sense in paying for two. She'd just shrugged and that had been the end of it. I'd never even seen her use it to call someone else, now that I thought about it. Shelly would call my mom all the time, mostly about the wedding, and she always used mine, never hers. But now it was ringing somewhere deep inside that suitcase she called a purse. Well, it wasn't that big, I suppose. What is it with New Yorkers and huge handbags though?

"I have to get that," Shelly said, which seemed to make the entire experience surreal. Whoever it was could call back.

"But..." I frowned, feeling suddenly very empty inside, as any man would, I'm sure.

She'd pulled her cock out of my ass without even an apologetic smile. I could only lay there, hot and breathless, with my own penis laying stiff on my belly and drooling precum. I'd been looking forward to one of those marathon fucks we sometimes shared. Like Tantric sex almost, you know? Shelly would fuck me until she was just about to cum and then pause, catching her breath and letting her orgasm recede while we discussed books or movies, even the weather. Sometimes we fucked for hours that way and we'd really gotten to know each other very well just by having sex.

"Yes?" Shelly said, turning away from me and cupping the phone.

"Who is it?" I wondered.

"Goobglob?" she asked, frowning at the same time. At least it sounded like a question, but I didn't understand a word of what she was saying. It wasn't French, I knew that much.

"Shelly?" I said, holding out my hands and looking for an answer.

She ignored me and continued speaking into her phone. Whatever was being said, she didn't sound too happy about it. I tried to remember if she'd ever mentioned knowing another language, but she had gone to college, so ... Shelly listened closely for a two full minutes without saying a word. When she did speak, it sounded like another question by the tone of her voice, the inflection or whatever, and she obviously didn't like the answer.

I frowned, watching as she took a deep breath and let it out slowly while she listened. Her eyes darted towards me and Shelly said something else, but a moment later she seemed resigned to accepting whatever was being said to her. She nodded and mumbled something before turning off her phone and tapping it thoughtfully against her chin.

"Well?" I asked. "Are you going to tell me what that was all about?"

"Huh? Oh! Just, uh ... an old friend," she replied, but her smile seemed forced to me.

"Really?" I sighed, because obviously she was hiding something. "What language was that?"

"Well, um ... What did it sound like?"

"I don't know," I replied, half-smiling. "Bulgarian?"

"That's what it was," she said, nodding quickly. "It was long distance."

"An old friend from Bulgaria?"

"Exactly." She shoved her phone back into her purse. "I should, uh ... I have that fitting, um ... for the wedding dress and..."

She looked ready to cry and I got off the bed, reaching out to her. I had no idea what was going on, but I had enough sense to know she didn't need my questions just then. Shelly needed reassurance and I pulled her to the bed, wrapping the girl in my arms and kissing her wet cheeks. Whoever it was that had made her cry, I really hoped I'd get to meet him, just so I could punch him in the nose. Or her, as the case may be. I'd never hit a girl in my life, but I'd wanted to, believe me, and there's always a first time for everything.

Shelly had taught me that.

"We need more wine," my fiancé decided. Giggling drunkenly, I might add.

"I think that's enough," I told her, and I felt pretty buzzed myself after two bottles. Neither of us were much for alcohol. Actually, Shelly never drank alcohol ... until now, I mean.

"Oh look!" She pointed at the television. "These guys are hopeless!"

We were watching Independence Day, but not for any particular reason except she'd wanted to watch it. I thought it had all quality of a cartoon myself, like Spongebob Squarepants with Will Smith in the starring role. I guess Shelly thought so too, because she couldn't stop giggling.

"Welcome to Earth!" she said, rolling onto my lap, all pink faced from laughing too hard.

Now Spongebob was dragging an alien wrapped in his parachute across the desert. It had been kind of funny when he'd punched the thing in the nose, but I'd known it was coming so I only smiled. We watched a little more. The wine had gotten me hot for sex, but obviously Shelly wasn't in the mood for fooling around. I kind of hoped she'd change her mind before she passed out, but I wasn't really planning on it.

"I think I know that guy!" she said, pointing at the crazy Area-51 scientist. The alien had him in a death grip. Sorta.

"He was the android on Star Trek," I reminded her, but Shelly shook her head.

"Not him," she said with a giggle. "The other one! I think we dated once."

"What's gotten into you?" I wondered. "Come on, let's go to bed. You already know how the movie ends."

"Yeah," she sighed, smiling as I pulled her to her feet. "It always ends the same way. That's what you don't understand, baby."

"Whoops!" I put my arm around her waist. "Bedroom's this way."

"Nobody understands."

"I got that part," I agreed. "Tell me if you feel sick."

"Are you going to fuck me?" Shelly asked, looking up at me through her golden bangs.

"Probably not."

"Because if you do," she said, poking my chest with a finger. "I'm ovulating."

"Okay," I said, chuckling at that idea. "I'll remember that."

"Just wanted you to know."

"I think we'll just go to sleep," I told her. "Here we go. Let's get on the bed."

"I love you," she sighed, rolling over and hugging a pillow. "I'm really sorry. So sorry."

"Me too," I agreed. "Let's pull up a blanket."

But Shelly was already asleep.

I cleaned up the living room, but we hadn't made much of a mess anyway. I decided to take a shower, get Shelly undressed, and go to sleep. Maybe she'd wake up and I could blow her or something. Or wake her up with a blowjob, she might like that. Or she might puke. I didn't have a lot of experience with drunk girlfriends.

Her purse sat on the floor next to the sofa, right where she'd left it. I'd never looked in her purse before, not for anything that wasn't obviously innocent. I might have borrowed her comb or looked for some gum, but I generally regarded a woman's purse as something personal. It had never occurred to me to look through her wallet or take a peek at her phone, but that's precisely what I wanted to do.

The phone call she'd gotten earlier had been strange enough, but the fact that Shelly didn't want to talk about it ... I pulled out her phone.

"Where's the buttons?" I said aloud, because there weren't any.

It flipped open like any other celphone, but I saw no screen or buttons of any sort, no lights or sounds, nothing. I tapped it, swiped my finger across it, searched for hidden switches and found nothing. There wasn't even a cover for the battery that I knew it had to have. Buttons or no, I'd heard it ring. I'd seen Shelly using it. After ten minutes of playing with the thing, I felt like a real idiot.

"Stupid phone." I put it back in her purse.

After my shower, I undressed Shelly, but she didn't wake up. She snored softly and her cock wasn't hard at all, although I did play with it a little. I even tried to suck her to erection, but that only made me feel guilty for abusing my passed out girlfriend. Shelly did have such a sweet body though, and my cock ached just looking at her. Aside from almost being sucked off the day we'd met, all I'd ever gotten from her was a handjob. A lot of handjobs over the last three months, okay, and they were all outstanding, believe me, but even so ... What would it be like to fuck her?

It sounds sick and I'm not proud of myself, but her ass was right there. Naked. Vulnerable. Firm, round, bronzed, and I'd rimmed her sweet anus a hundred times. I loved her ass, just as I loved the rest of her, I reminded myself. It would almost be like raping her, except she had asked me if I planned on fucking her. That could almost be considered an invitation, like Shelly had said, "I'm gonna pass out now, but you can still fuck me if you want."

Sorta. But then she'd said something about ovulating, which proved she was drunk out of her mind. My fiancé was a transsexual, she had balls, not ovaries.

On the other hand, I was still technically a virgin. Impossible as it sounds, aside from being fucked like a girl, I'd never actually fucked a girl. It would be kind of nice to get that monkey off my back. Maybe she wanted to save herself for our wedding night though? I mean, I had to assume someone had fucked her shemale pussy at least once, being a prostitute and all, but it would be kind of neat if she was saving the experience for a special occasion. It would be like we were both virgins. Maybe.

I went down on her, eating my beloved Shelly's asshole for half an hour in the hopes that she'd wake up. I buried my face between the cheeks of her ass, pulling her flesh open with my thumbs to reach her anus with my tongue. She was so warm, so soft and tender as I circled her puckered anus with the tip of my tongue. I kissed and licked Shelly from her balls upward to the sexy dimple at the small of her back.

She didn't stir at all, but slept peacefully as I fluttered my tongue across her tight backdoor. I'd gotten her very wet, at least on the outside, and I enjoyed working on the inside just as much. I stiffened my tongue and pushed it inside Shelly's ass, finding her surprisingly relaxed as she opened to that slight, gentle penetration. The flavor was much to my liking, bitter-sweet and slightly acrid, you might say, but delicious all the same. I wriggled my tongue and went a fraction deeper, fucking her asshole with my mouth muscle and using my fingers to work my saliva into her tight rectum.

I'd never fingered Shelly before and as soon as I felt the tender walls of her ass clasped around my finger, I knew I had to have her completely. I couldn't wait any longer, sleeping or not, she was my girlfriend, my fiancé, and I knew she'd forgive me. We were in love and I kissed her shoulder as I straddled her hips with my knees. I brought my cock, as stiff and swollen as it had ever been in my life, to her beautiful ass and pushed inside her with a groan.

I found her as warm and tight as I could have imagined, soft as butter around my urgent prick as I gave her a sharp jab and then another. Shelly wasn't terribly moist, but the precum leaking from my cock helped a lot. Her rectum pushed against me, forcing my cock in the wrong direction, but the pressure felt amazing. I'd drive my cock an inch or two inside her and relax, letting Shelly's muscles push me back out. Her pink pucker nursed on my cock that way, opening and closing around the smooth glans until I had to take her once and for all.

"Ummmm..." Shelly groaned softly, almost purring as I drove my cock inside her body. I didn't stop until she had every inch and my balls were pressed against hers. She clenched her ass in her sleep, squeezing my prick with slow, pleasurable contractions that had me on the edge of orgasm. I refused to cum so quickly. I wanted to savor the moment and I rocked my hips, working my cock back and forth in her snug channel with increasing urgency.

The bed bounced beneath us. The headboard rapped against the wall in time with my desperate thrusts. I grunted aloud with every panting breath I took, but Shelly slept through it all. I didn't care. It didn't matter. I possessed her for the first time since we'd met. I fucked her like the woman she pretended to be, the woman she truly was in all ways but one, and in that moment I didn't know the difference. I fucked her for only a few minutes, wondering if a vagina could ever feel so good around my cock and deciding it couldn't. Shelly's ass seemed to pull me deeper with unconscious desire and I didn't last long enough at all, but it was perhaps the best moment of my life.

I came inside her with a rush of semen, filling her rectum with my useless sperm. My cock bathed in the bounty of our lovemaking, for that's how it seemed to me. I didn't regret fucking my girlfriend without her consent so much as I regretted not seeing the look in her eyes when she felt my ejaculate spreading through her shemale sex. We were joined finally, as a man and woman should be, and I kept my erection sheathed in her cum soaked ass, covering her body with mine until I fell asleep.