## Girlfriend
Nobody would ever suspect there was anything out of the ordinary about my
girlfriend. We've been together for about a year. My friends like her, and her
friends like me. She works part-time as a waitress, and as a massage therapist.
We moved in together about a month ago. Like I said, nobody would ever suspect
there was anything unusual about her.
She's very pretty. That's not just my opinion -- whenever we go out anywhere, I
can always tel she's getting a lot of attention. She has a sweet face, and
usually she wears glasses with big frames that make her look even cuter in a
sexy-librarian way. And she likes to wear things that show off her figure --
she's got a very nice body, always manages to stay trim.
When we get home from an evening out, like dinner and a movie, and we get into
the apartment and close the door behind us, that's when her unusualness comes
out. Well, almost. She pushes me up against the wall, and she's strong enough to
hold me there. Even if I wanted to get away, I couldn't. She's stronger than she
looks.
All her nice-girl manners vanish when we're alone. She wants what she wants and
takes it, really aggressively, like a guy would. The way the guys look at her
like a piece of meat, as a submissive woman, at the restaurants and bars we go
to -- that's how she looks at me when the door is closed.
She has me up against the wall, kissing me, and touching my cock through my
pants. She knows I'm fine with being her piece of meat. I'm already totally
hard. Then, she puts my hands on her crotch -- and I can tell she's just
excited as I am -- and in exactly the same way. She's as hard as I am.
That's the unusual thing about my girlfriend, the thing that's a secret from
everyone. It's a secret from all of my friends and most of hers. My girlfriend
has a dick.
Nobody would ever believe it if I told them. They'd think I was fucking around,
fucking with them, but not serious. But I am, totally serious. My girlfriend was
born with a dick, and nobody knows. There's nothing about her to suggest she
wasn't born a natural woman. Perfectly feminine face, body, and personality.
Then, though, when she gets me alone, it all changes. She's every bit the horny
aggressive guy when it's just us in the apartment.
She pulls me off the wall and grips my shirt in her little fist. We walk, her
leading me like an animal, over to the couch. She sits down and pulls me to my
knees, right in front of her, kneeling with my face inches from her crotch.
"Sweetie, I've had a long, hard day. Tonight's been fun. How about we keep the
fun going?" She raises an eyebrow and motions with her eyes at the bulge in her
pants. "Be a good girl, sweetie."
My hands are shaking a little as I reach up and unbutton the top of her jeans.
The bulge of her cock is pressing against the fabric.
She leans back and locks her fingers behind her head as I slowly pull down the
zipper, clicking it past each link, and reach inside. She shifts the cushion a
little as my hand reaches inside, past the hem of her black satin underwear, to
grasp her cock. It's hot and hard and pulsing with her heartbeat, and her
heartbeat is quickening with anticipation.
Even now, after dating her for a year, I can't believe the thing in my hands is
really part of her. I can't believe she keeps this monster hidden away in her
panties all day, from her coworkers and her friends. My hand barely encircles
it, it's so thick.
I try to be gentle, so I don't piss her off. I pull her dick free of her jeans,
and she sighs softly, her eyes closed behind her glasses. Her dick is now fully
exposed, and I start to stroke it, up and down. It's twice as long as my hand,
easily. I grip it with both hands, and the head of it pokes up past my grip,
encircled by my thumb and index finger.
"Sweetie, I don't have all day," she says, meeting my wide eyes with an
expectant look on her pretty face. Except for the huge dick in my hands, inches
from my face, pulsing with her heartbeat, my girlfriend would look completely
normal. It's still hard for my brain to put together the image of her cute face,
with her slightly upturned nose and her cheekbones and full lips, her
shoulder-length brownish-red hair, her pert, full tits and her narrow waist,
with the other parts of her: her big, sweaty cock and egg-sized testicles
underneath, poking out from the edges of her panties.
The smell of her cock reaches me. I've had girlfriends with normal lady parts,
and my girlfriend's bits smell nothing like that. Her penis smells musky and
masculine. It smells like a football locker-room, or like my hand does after I
scratch my own junk. To put it bluntly, her dick smells like a dick.
Sending her impatience, I move myself closer to her cock, and prepare myself to
start sucking her. I lick the tip first -- and suddenly and with no warning, she
thrusts herself forward on the couch, jamming the upper half of herself into me.
I almost gag, but manage not to. I've had practice. I start to breath through my
nose, but her pubes and already tickling my nose, and I can feel her pulse
through my tongue.
By the way, her dick tastes the way it smells. A little pre-cum is already
leaking out. I can tell she's excited.
Her phone rings.
I can feel it ringing in my tongue. It's on silent, but the vibrations go
through her thigh to her cock, rock hard between my cheeks, and I feel it
vibrating in my head.
I stop sucking. I look at her, over the pubic hairs that are getting in my eyes.
Her phone rings again.
"Don't stop." She says this as a command, not a request. I obey.
Keeping one hand on the back of my head, she reaches with the other into her
pocket and extracts the phone. The looks at who's calling, then she picks up,
while pressing my head onto her crotch, forcing her dick farther down my throat.
I try again not to gag as she answers.
"Hey! Hi Stacey!"
Her voice gives nothing away to Stacey that she's in a sexual situation. I know
Stacey, she's a friend of my girlfriend's, and I know for a fact Stacey has no
idea that her friend is packing a nine-inch dick between her legs.
"Hey! What's up?"
My girlfriend puts the phone on her chest right above me. It's resting against
the top of her dick, which is in my mouth, so that in front of me, inches from
my eyes, is the screen of the phone. It shows the photo my girlfriend saved of
the woman who's calling, and the two of them are smiling and hugging.
My girlfriend mouths silently at me: Quiet. "Oh, not much. Just hanging out
with (she says my name)."
"Oh! Well tell him I say hi."
She grins at me. "I will. He has his mouth full at the moment. He's waving
hello."
Instead of waving, I reach up and grip the cheeks of my girlfriend's ass through
her pants, and press myself onto her crotch, pushing her dick deeper down my
throat a little. She moans, a deep moan that can't help but sound sexual.
"Hey, uh, are you OK?" Stacey's voice comes through the phone, as my girlfriend
takes a fistful of the hair on the back of my head and pushes her cock down into
me, basically face-fucking me, seeing if I'll gag or not.
"Yeah! Yeah, I'm fine. We're in the kitchen and I'm trying to open a jar of
peanut butter."
We're not in the kitchen. She is not trying to open a jar of peanut butter.
"Oh, cool. Well, I guess I'll call you guys later? See if you want to hang out
tomorrow?"
"Yeah, she says, putting a finger in front of her mouth to tell me to be quiet.
"Maybe we could catch brunch or something."
'Sound great. Tell (she says my name) That I say hello!"
"Will do," my girlfriend says. She hangs up. "Well, that's nice. Doesn't brunch
sound nice?"