Double Booked: Part 5

At my wife’s question Rosemary’s full lips curl into the most devilish grin. “What do you think it is, my dear?”

“I know what it feels like, but…but…” Her confusion break as she gives Rosemary an wryly amused look. “You’re playing a trick on me.” She goes to step away only to have the other woman pull her back against her. “C’mon, Rosemary. What is it?”

“Let’s keep dancing and maybe you’ll figure it out.”

Leaving me completely out of the loop the pair begin to dance once more. As they do Daisy has the most perplexed expression, as if her wine fuddled brain was struggling to solve a particularly tricky riddle. Whatever Rosemary had hiding in her pocket had legitimately befuddled and concerned my tipsy wife. I began to wonder if our strange new friend was concealed carrying something of higher caliber than a novelty lighter.

“Have you figured it out yet, my dear?” Rosemary asks after another dance round the room.

“No!” Daisy says.

“It is really not that difficult.” She says. “You are over thinking this.”

“I thought I knew but…ooo!” Daisy peeps. “It moved again!”

Moved!?

“Heh.”

“Seriously, what’s going on down there?” Daisy insists. “What are you hiding beneath that dress?”

“The closest thing you’ll ever find to heaven on earth.” Rosemary croons. “If you’re willing to go through a bit of hell to get there.”

“You are so…so…weird!”

“Heh!”

“What is it?” I ask, the mystery driving me crazy.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Daisy says. “Our new roommate has a really strange sense of humor.”

“A skeptic?” Rosemary chuckles. “Well, feeling is believing.” Taking Daisy’s wrist she pulls her hand from her hip and guides it down between them. At crotch level!? “We’re all friends here now. No need to be shy.”

For a moment Daisy resists until a spark of defiance glints in her emerald eyes. “Alright then.”

She pulls her wrist from Rosemary’s grasp then reaches down herself, her hand disappearing between their bodies. Rosemary smiles, her one arm continuing to hold Daisy close which completely blocks any view I had of what was happening.

“First of all, the size gives it away.” Daisy says as her elbow gives clues to the way her hand was feeling around.

“Nmmm.” Rosemary sighs and bites her bottom lip. “Does it?”

“Obviously!” Daisy giggles. “I mean, it feels realistic enough but come on. I can’t even get my fingers around it.”

“Hahhh. I noticed.” Rosemary suddenly grunts as, without warning, Daisy gives a hard tug. “GAH! Easy, pet. Not so rough.”

My wife’s eyes widen as her curious confusion rises. Continuing to feel around she wonders aloud. “Where’s the harness? Wait a…” Staring up at the larger, older woman her jaw drops. “Hah! It’s…real!”

“Mm hm.” With a sly grin Rosemary slowly nods. “Surprise.”

The next instant Daisy springs back from the woman as she were on fire. Pointing at Rosemary’s groin she stammers. “She’s got a…thing!”

“A thing?” I launch myself from the sofa to join my spouse. Taking her in my arms I turn to look at what she was pointing at. At first I don’t see anything among the natural curves and contours of Rosemary’s skirt. But then, all at once, I notice how the subtle gray pattern of her black skirt bent in a very particular way among the folds right where Daisy was pointing. Something was under there alright. Something long and tubular and slumping to right. Given its shape and location it almost looked like a…

“Cock!” Daisy peeps. “She’s got a cock!”

“Give the girl a prize.” Rosemary quips sardonically as she takes a grip of the phallic object through her skirt. “I have an idea what it could be.”

“What the…?”

“It’s real!” Daisy grabs my shirt, jostling me as I was still trying to make sense of what I was seeing. “I felt it! It…It…grew!”

“It does that when I’ve got a pretty little thing pressed up against me.”

“Baby.” I try to assure my wife. “She’s messing around with us. Like with that lighter, remember?” Even as I say that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the thing in Rosemary’s hand. Before my eyes I swear I see the thing lurch under it’s own power. “Come on, Rosemary. You’ve had your fun.”

“Oh, my dear boy, I haven’t even begun to have fun yet.” As she speaks she had begun to slowly pull her her skirt higher. Clutched together Daisy and I are struck mute as we watch Rosemary’s thick, shapely and pale legs clad in black criss-crossing fishnet stockings reveal themselves. Rosemary watches us just as intensely. “This never gets old.”

A glint of steel perplexes us a moment before a small gasp escapes my wife as the tip of a ruddy glans is the first thing to peek under the rising hem. A second later the ‘turtleneck’ of a snug foreskin follows. Within that foreskin was the unmistakable acorn shape of the rest of the knob. Still up the hem glides to reveal a veiny shaft as thick as my wrist. A shaft that went on…and on…and on! Hanging behind that shaft was a low slung scrotum holding a pair of plum sized testicles that peeked out either side of the tube of flesh that occluded them. After what must have been a foot, though it felt like a mile, the thick mass of trimmed black pubes that crowned the monster completes the reveal. The one thing we don’t see is any sign of a pair of panties. Rosemary had been going commando this entire time. Stepping out with her left foot Rosemary takes on a power stance, her feet shoulder width apart, and with a slight rock of her hips she gets the heavy hanging member swaying like a pendulum.

In awestruck silence Daisy and I could only stand and stare. What I was seeing simply did not compute. Of course I was aware that there was such a thing as trans women but what was in front of me did not fit neatly into that category. Outside of the MASSIVE FUCKING COCK Rosemary’s body was clearly unaltered female through and through. Those curves, those hips, that ass, that shape, the way her big tits hung in exactly the way they should, the shape of her face and shoulders and legs, the whole package was the very paragon of XX traits. She was too perfectly imperfect to be anything but all natural. I would have bet my last dollar that no plastic surgeon’s blade had ever touched that smooth pale flesh. And yet…that thing hanging between her legs was as flesh and blood and living as the rest of her. That was proven beyond any doubts as we watch it twitch and surge.

Though both equally stunned for my wife it wasn’t it’s mere existence but it’s dimensions that so captivated her. “It’s so…big!”

Big? Big didn’t even come close to describing the mammoth beast whose powerful aura seemed to fill the whole room. Rosemary’s cock was like some prehistoric dino-scaled titanoboa ancestor to my feeble four and half inch trouser snake. Her member utterly dwarfed my own at its best, and hers wasn’t even at full hardness. The prominent veins twisting and curling up the sides of the shaft and the stout loop of steel of her Prince Albert piercing only added to it’s primal presence. It was the type of penis you only saw in pornos and even then only with the benefit of flattering camera angles and diminutive costars.

As I stare I am filled with the strangest mix of feelings. Inadequacy, intimidation, inferiority and confusing arousal all swirl in a head-spinning emotional concoction. At my side Daisy must have been feeling something similar as she pulls tight to me and presses her thighs tight together in that unconscious way she had when she saw something that excited her.

“Her name is Nicki.” Rosemary breaks the silence. Holding her skirt up with one hand she reaches down to run her other down and over her thick, heavy hanging cock. “Short for Nicotine.”

“Nicotine?” Whispers Daisy, her wide eyes glued to the woman’s schlong.

“Once you get a taste of her you’re hooked for life.”

“It’s so…big! It’s so BIG!”

Rosemary chuckles. “Yes, Daisy. Big enough for any hunger.”

“Oh! Ohhh!” Daisy swallows hard. “Oh God!”

“Heh! I suspect that won’t be the last time you say that this week.” Wrapping her hand around her girth she lifts the weighty tool revealing a series of scrotal ring piercings that had been hidden by her penis. “So, whose going to be the first to suck it?”

“Suck…it?” Daisy mutters in a mesmerized daze. Then, as if forgetting about anything else that was happening, she repeats under her breath. “So big!” Her hands claw into me as her pelvis mashes against my leg. “It’s so fuckin big!”

“You ever suck a cock, Jeffrey?”

“Huh?” I snap out of my own stupor at the sound of my name. “What!? No! Of c-c-course not!”

“Come now, Jeffrey.” Rosemary croons, cock still in hand. “A sweet little piece of sissy ass like you? Never? I find that hard to believe. She’s never let you suck on her dildo?”

“Sh-She doesn’t…have a dildo.” I had overshared before I’d even realized it. This woman had knocked me completely off kilter.

“And what about yours?”

“I don’t have one!”

“What!?” Rosemary is incredulous. “No, no, no, no. Daisy, my dear girl, what are you even doing with this poor man?”

“Poor…huh?” Daisy at last is able to pull her gaze away from the monster cock to look up at Rosemary. With the dick no longer the center of her focus the spell breaks on my wife. “Rosemary! Put that…that…thing away!”

Rosemary grins. “You sure?”

After a long, lingering glance back to the cock Daisy shakes her head and turns her head to lean it against my shoulder. “Yes!”

“Jeffrey?” The goth goddess shakes Nicki my way. “The first taste is free.”

“Huh?”

Daisy lays a hand on my cheek and turns my head away as well. “He’s not interested!” Daisy says with jealous anger. “He’s a married man! And he’s not…gay!”

“Gay?” Rosemary chuckles. “Whoever suggested that he was?” With that she drops her skirt, though the shape of the anaconda lurking behind it was still plainly evident to see. “We’ll do it your way then. The suspense will be delicious.”

“We’re not doing anything anyway with anybody. Jeff and I are happily married.” Daisy looks back at her, her arms tightening around me. “Until death do we part.”

“Yeah.” I say, wanting to sound strong though it came out terribly feeble. “What she said.”

“Hmm.” Taking out a cigarillo Rosemary lights it with with her little pistol then studies for a time. After a deep drag she lets the smoke slowly billow out through her black lips. “I’d say that is my cue to turn in.” She nods to me. “Good night, Jeffrey. Merci for a most excellent meal.” Her eyes turn to Daisy and linger a few seconds too long. “Good night, my dear. Thank you for the dance.” Taking the cigarillo between her teeth she smiles a wicked smile before turning and making for stairs. As she descends to the level below she calls back. “Sweet dreams, my pets, and…heh, heh, heh…happy honeymoon.”

Part 6