Marsha Under Cover (part 11)
How does a straight man deal with a truly beautiful cross-dresser, even when he knows her secret? I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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"Just one more thing," Marty said, "would you please go down on me again?"
I hesitated, and Marty said, "you did it before, dear – please give me more."
Marty unzipped and took out his small cock. He moved my hand to hold his cock, which I did – it felt like Marsha, but it was Marty standing before me.
Marty pushed on my shoulders and I dropped to my knees, Marty's cock just inches from my face.
I was paralyzed with indecision. I was able to convince myself that sucking Marsha was simply going down on my lady, but kneeling here with Marty's cock confronting me was an entirely different matter. I wasn't homophobic, but considered myself to be completely straight.
Why was Marsha doing this? Does she just expect me to suck her when she is in boy mode as if it were perfectly normal? I tried to buy some time by fondling Marty's cock, but nothing I could tell myself would change this being anything but a blowjob.
"I'm sorry," I said, "I just can't do this!" I stood up and went to the couch, confused by this turn of events.
Marty came over and kissed me on the cheek, and said, "I think that proves it!"
"What do you mean?" I asked, "proves what?"
"That you are straight," Marty said, "and that you don't give blowjobs!"
So this was some sort of test, and don't think I liked it!
"Marty," I said, "I'm ok just hanging out with you, but Marsha is a much better wife!"
"You want Marsha back?" he asked.
"Yes," I agreed, "as soon as possible."
"Ok," he said, "Marsha will be back soon."
As I waited, I reflected upon the "test" I had just completed. It could have gone much differently. My love for Marsha had me contemplating giving Marty the blowjob because it was really Marsha under cover. What would it mean if I had done that? It wasn't something that a straight guy would do!
After a time Marsha emerged from the bedroom, and I took her into my arms. We kissed and I asked said, "That was kind of un-nerving, dear – why did you do that?"
"I wanted to rebuild your confidence in being straight," she explained, "that's all."
"What if I had gone along with it and sucked Marty off?" I asked.
"I didn't think you would," she said, "but if you did, things might have been different."
"Then what?" I demanded, "You don't know how close I came to doing it!"
"Really," Marsha asked, "what brought you so close?"
"I was torn between my revulsion at giving a blowjob and my love for you!" I said.
"You mean that you might have done it because you love me?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied, "and I struggled with the decision."
Marsha hugged and kissed me again, "Thank you Bill – I just wanted to help, but I can see that it could have gone badly – I won't do that again."
We sat on the couch and made out until dinner time. We went to a local buffet after which we went to a showgirl performance. Marsha suggested the show, which I would not have. But I certainly didn't mind watching the many scantily-clad, topless girls perform.
Partly into the show I realized why we came – Marsha wanted to see the breasts, and compare herself. She was getting into another one of her self-critical moods and I knew I had to get her out of it.
"I hope you aren't thinking of deforming yourself like these women have," I said.
"Deform?" Marsha responded, "In what way?"
"Getting their breasts cut and stuffed to such enormous sizes," I said, "some guys like that, but I don't, and in a few years these girls will all have sagging granny boobs."
"But I'm so flat," protested Marsha.
"They will grow to the right size for you once you take hormones," I said, "and you can use breast forms as large as you want."
Marsha leaned her head on my arm, and looked up, saying, "I know you say you like me the way I am, and I appreciate that, but honestly – what would the ideal size be for me?"
"I think B size is a lovely contour, and would also fit my hand nicely," I said, "but anything from A to C would be perfect for you."
"That's all?" she said.
"Maybe you should talk to older women with implants," I said, "and see if how they like their droopy tits."
Marsha seemed satisfied, and I hoped she would have no further self-criticism, when she whispered to me," every one of those women have something ever man wants, but I don't have – a vagina."
"Not every man – I don't want that," I said.
She looked me in the eye and said, "bullshit – what else will you lie to me about?"
"It's no lie!" I insisted, "I have been with a number of women, and you have all that I want."
"I just feel so much less than they are," Marsha said.
"Well, they do have things you don't," I said, "periods, PMS and unwanted pregnancies!"
Marsha smiled broadly and said, "You make it sound like I am better than a genetic woman."
"I think you are," I said, "and if everyone knew HOW MUCH better, the genetic women would have all girls like you shot on sight!"
"If you honestly feel that way," she said, "then I don't care what anyone else thinks!"
We kissed and left the show early. I told Marsha that I could see the most sexy and beautiful woman in our own bedroom.
When we returned to our room Marsha was in an especially playful mood. "You have made me a very happy girl," said Marsha, "so now it's my turn to make you happy."
I reached for Marsha but she stopped me and told me that she was taking charge for now, and I was just to obey and enjoy.
My mind raced through all sorts of wild images of Marsha in charge – I even imagined her dressed as a dominatrix – I smiled, realizing that it wasn't her style!
As I stood next to the bed Marsha slowly undressed me, taking what seemed like an eternity as she slowly ran her soft hands over every inch of my skin as it was exposed.
I was breathless in anticipation, eagerly awaiting her removal of my shorts. I was fully hard – as soon as my shorts were removed Marsha's hands were fondling me. She got on her knees and took me into her mouth for a minute, pulling off and saying, "now don't you cum yet – if you are getting close, you better tell me."
"Yes mistress," I said, with a smile.
She sucked me nearly to climax and I told her I was close, and she pulled back. She did a cute little strip-tease act, coming back to suck me every few minutes, renewing my arousal, and then returning to her strip-tease.
Marsha put on a lovely lavender robe that was nearly transparent. While it was attractive, it showed Marsha's charms readily. She approached me and had me sit on the edge of the bed as she approached, opening her robe, bringing one of her nipples to my mouth. I sucked her nipple as she inhaled deeply, showing me her pleasure. I sucked her nipple for a few minutes before she returned to sucking me for a few minutes.
I really wanted to cum, but this torture she was inflicting was incredible, so I went with it. Marsha stood up and brought the other nipple to my mouth, saying, "equal time."
"We're going to be here all night if I give equal time to every part of you I want to kiss!" I said.
I sucked her other nipple and then she sucked me again.
I didn't get a chance to kiss all of her parts before she decided to let me cum, and when I finally climaxed it felt like I was absolutely blasting into her mouth.
Marsha climbed into bed and we lay together, spooning. I loved the feel of her soft, round buns pressing against me. I put my arm around her and placed a hand on one breast, enjoying of the feel of her small breasts, soon to grow larger. I continued to tell Marsha that I liked her just the way she was, though in truth I knew she would be getting even better.
After a time I moved my hand down to her belly. I loved the way that every part of her was smooth and soft. Slipping my hand down further, I found the one part of her that wasn't soft.
After Marsha's amazing attention, I was quite ready to go to sleep, but I knew that I needed to take care of my lady.
I moved Marsha onto her knees on the edge of the bed with her feet over the edge. I got on my knees on the floor and spread her feet, positioning myself between them. I gazed at her sexy buns and leaned to her, licking her crack from bottom to top. I spread her cheeks and rimmed her as she moaned with delight.
I reached between her legs and stroked her hard clitty. I put a little KY jelly on my hand and rubbed all over her clitty. I felt her push back against my face, as if trying to force me deeper. I decided to prolong her pleasure, so I would massage her clitty for a time and then pause before resuming. I continued for about fifteen minutes, until Marsha begged me to make her cum. I increased my speed and soon she climaxed in my hand. I could feel her hole pulsing around my tongue as she climaxed, gently squeezing my tongue about once a second.
When Marsha's climax finished, I pulled back and went to the bathroom to wash up. I returned with a warm wet washcloth and wiped her skin clean, and returned it to the bathroom. I got into bed and we spooned, this time with every part of Marsha soft.
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