The Greatest Lie Part 13

Even though I am a male-to-female transsexual, I have always been drawn to women and to other T's as much as I've been drawn to men. I am hopelessly polymorphous in my sexuality, and I have never been as attracted to anyone as much as I've been attracted to Tran. Her soft, pouting lips are a perfect cushion for mine, and the touch of her firm breasts against my nipples is one of my favorite sensations. As our giggling subsided, my eyes sank into hers, and my lips melted against hers. Between kisses, I said "I really don't have time," but she quieted me with another delicious, soft kiss, and tugged at my jeans. "I need some attention," she whispered. "Peter is gone, Randy was just 'Slam bam, thank you, Ma'am,' and now he's gone. I need you."

I nodded enthusiastically. I suckled at her broad, brown nipples and gave her a chain of kisses as I descended towards her clean-shaven pussy. At the same time, I swiveled my own nether regions toward her famished and eager lips. I felt her tongue enter me, just as I pressed aside her unfinished but lovely labia majora; my tongue entered her fragrant and moist vagina. My sinuses were suffused with the lovely perfume of her neo-vagina.

Our vaginas had been beautifully but not yet completely crafted by our Thai surgeon, Dr. Sanguan, from grafts of our undersized penile and scrotal skins. Overuse of hormones bought without medical supervision had left our genitalia too shrunken to allow adequate vaginal depth, so our surgeon extended our neo-vaginas with sections grafted from our colons that would offer us a measure of natural lubrication. He had even succeeded in fashioning us functional and sensitive clitorises from pieces of our penile glans.

The nerves in my vaginal region were gradually developing the ability to register nuances of sensation. Sanguan had painstakingly threaded the labia and neovagina with the leftover glans tissue, leaving us incredibly sensate and potentially highly orgasmic: an example of art improving on nature. I felt confident that with time, and the attentions of a sensitive and caring lover like Tran, my vaginal sensibility would become much more pleasurable. At the moment, though, a gentle touch could send me shivering with ripples of pleasure, but a rough touch could sweep me away in a tsunami of pain.