1 comments/ 44159 views/ 6 favorites Manly Pants Ch. 01 By: Selbryth Harley thought of his wife, a beautiful, sleek-bodied Japanese woman - from Japan - with a mixture of longing and regret. His ex-wife, actually. She had left him two months before, declaring irreconcilable differences and her agreed upon portion of his fortune. Not much considering, but...there was a part of him that still missed her. Terribly. He sat alone now at some club on the harbor in some city he had already forgotten the name of. It was in Thailand he knew for sure. But it wasn't a proper 'club.' It was a bar; a 'dive.' Sailors and dockworkers went to and fro, as did the waitresses - as did the bar-girls looking for some action. He had studied them all after half an hour. All very pretty - pretty oval faces, long, down-to-the-ass hair (straight and shiny and black), cute legs, pretty feet cramped up in 3-inch heels, and ready to rock for any price whatsoever. Harley knew he could 'rent' all of them - eleven by last count - and have them put on a little stage-show all by themselves. Perhaps something they did would interest him. He glanced at one girl over in the corner. She had one leg crossed over the other under the table where she sat with a prospective client and waggled her one foot. It was a pretty foot. Harley compared it mentally with his ex's. Not bad, he thought. He then imagined that particular foot being kissed and licked by the girl in the other corner of the room - the one with the long false eyelashes and the pretty mouth. It gave his dick a little stir to think of that scenario. But then someone stood blocking his view. He looked up. "I'm Kathy," was the soft spoken introduction as Harley looked up. He had to look quite a ways up because the slender Asian standing before him was tall - quite tall. He smiled and introduced himself, offered the girl a seat. She folded her considerable height gracefully into the chair opposite him. "You're...a tall one, aren't you girl?" he said smiling. She nodded. "I five-foot-ten, one hundred nineteen pounds, my measurements--" "--Okay, SOLD!" Harley laughed. "No, seriously, I didn't want a complete spec-sheet on your, well, quite beautiful self." Kathy nodded and remained sitting, one leg crossed over the other, eyes intent on Harley's. Harley glanced around. He'd purposefully put on the dingiest (though not necessarily the dirtiest) clothes his butler could find. He was, in this case, not dressed any fancier or more well-to-do than any of the other of the bar's clientele, so the girl must have just gone the route and come up flat. He was her last ditch effort and...it suited him. He looked at her again, more closely. She had the longish face of an Asian, but wasn't Thai. He thought about it and when he realized the girl was most likely pure Japanese, he wondered about what she was doing in this particular place. Not to mention that all in all, she was approximately twenty times more lovely than any of the other girls. Harley dealt with stats mostly, and this girl's stats, aside from her easily given physical ones, just didn't seem to add up. Not that his did either, not in his personal life at the very least. But the girl's physical stats were quite a wonder. She looked like some impossible high-fashion model with flawless complexion which wasn't clogged with excessive makeup, slightly pouting lips, and very large, very dark eyes in the shape of almonds. He wondered merrily if she were in fact a 'Gray' from outer space, in disguise this evening to pick up some lonesome American and maybe suck his dick dry by means of some vaginal vacuum device, in order to clone his race. Harley decided he could do with a change of reading material; science fiction/horror was starting to give him a weird slant on things. At this, he glanced up into the girl's oversized slanted eyes and couldn't help smiling. She had such a sweet, warm, interested expression on her face. He, for the moment, wished he could simply sit there and talk with her the rest of the night instead of waiting for the proposition and then turning it down and then having her leave in search of other game. Conversation would be nice, but would end soon. He decided to ask the going price and get it over with. He wanted to get back to the hotel soon anyhow and have some dinner. As he opened his mouth to get things over with, the girl opened hers quicker. "I different, Harley," she whispered, and Harley had an instantaneous panic at the mention o his name until he remembered giving it to her. He relaxed, smiled. "How so?" he asked, disinterested but trying to look interested. The girl grinned impishly, stood and pulled up the front of her extremely short dress. Harley stared and was unimpressed. He'd seen G-strings just as lovely. The girl's pubic region was quite beautiful however - matching the rest of her. But then she tugged aside the crotch panel of her underwear and revealed the small cock growing there. Harley nearly let his mouthful of vodka dribble out of his mouth. He looked up in amazement and the 'girl' covered herself, smoothed the front of her dress and sat again, crossing one incredibly long leg over the other. She leaned forward, chin resting on her hands. "That...how," she said softly, her head moving up and down because her jaw was pressed to her wrists. She glanced away, then back into Harley's eyes, waiting approval or dismissal. She found only an amazed stare. "You...don't like, I know. But...free if you like. Can pretend, no? Maybe I'm actress...like that sort pretending? No charge." Harley still couldn't imagine how a man could look so beautiful. He'd seen a few transvestites in his day, a few transsexuals, and even had a boyhood pal who'd gone the route and become a woman at age 40, but...this young thing was absolutely stunning. Not the slightest hint of anything male until that rather startling expose. "You...you were born like that?" he asked, and the girl nodded, her wrist-supported chin still the pivot point of the movement. "Most people say weird," she said in her broken accent, which Harley was finding more and more adorable. "Before time, younger, they beat me, making fun, calling me girl. And then, when growing up like now? They look and smile. I look back and they don't know I'm me from before time. Funny." Harley was mesmerized by her soft spoken sweetness, even describing what must have been a horrific past. "But I'm not hating them." she finished. Harley found it odd that he in fact wanted this girl. He realized he should think of her as 'he' or 'him' but found it impossible. This was not a man acting like a woman, or pretending to be one. This was a woman, in attitude, in psyche, and body - except for that one rather small part. "Most time, they don't know," she went on, Kathy went on in her quiet but unabashed way. "I can hide things and they never see; think I'm all woman - especially when drunk. I don't care; not a problem. Still nice to...being touch on my body..." She grinned at Harley but seemed to blush, seemingly having admitted something that had never been addressed before. "But...no charge you know," she reiterated. "Born this way...mother throwing me in trash can, found, raised in institution. No charging for that you know?" "So why'd you show me?" Harley asked, surprised that he could even speak. "And I'm not that drunk. Well, not at all, actually." Kathy pouted slightly, frowning as she thought. The expression itself made Harley want her even more. "Don't know," she said. "Just thinking maybe...show everything first. Tired sometimes, hiding everything. I figure, he want or don't want, and I'm weird and freak, so better up front than later. Sometimes they will hit me when they find my cock-thing." Harley had a moment where he thought it would be great to find those that had even thought of hitting this gentle, beautiful creature and having them beaten to a semi-pulp. Perhaps by his bodyguards. And, thinking this, he turned and caught the eye of one of his men, stationed discretely at the door - dressed much as he was - and nodded. The other man nodded once and left the bar. He came back in a moment later and waved his hand. Harley rose from his seat. The girl looked up at him puzzled, until he held out his hand to her. Her face beamed as she accepted it and strolled with him out of the bar and stood outside, breathing the cool night air. Harley had a moment to see her fully and still could not find a single thing which even whispered of her having been born the way she had. She was tall, even for modern day Orientals, but curvy and sleek in body, and when she turned and seemed to blush when she realized he'd been looking at her, he realized again that her body was the least womanly thing about her, if that were possible. He offered her entrance to the limo with a gesture of his hand and she accepted. He got in beside her and the bodyguard and chauffer climbed in. The car sped off a moment later and Harley wondered as he sat there gazing at his luscious companion, if he would flinch when it came time to actually deal with the girl's 'extra' parts. He had never before thought of a male as sexually stimulating but knew that when excited, the girl's cock would most likely rise up hard. It would be a cock then, no 'hiding' as she had said, and he wondered if he had the balls to actually suck it or do whatever was required. She would 'hide' it as she had said she'd done so many times, but it would still be there in his mind and he wondered how something like this could work out. Finally he had to know, at least for himself. He needed to see if he would be like any number of this girl's previous tricks (though she had mentioned that there would be no charge, several times), and if so, he would have his driver take her to her home and let her out. He did not want to be like the others. In fact he felt like having his people hunt down those who had ever hurt her - in any way - and have them dealt with. But if he insulted her, he would have to put himself on that list. "...Come here, pretty lady," he whispered to her and she looked over, surprised, but slid over until she was nestled against his side. He pushed a button on the arm of the door and darkened the windows, even the one to the driver's compartment, and then turned and inhaled the fragrance of the girl's neck. She shivered. He felt goose pimples form on her skin and then reached his lips out and kissed her neck. She sighed, then turned and looked searchingly at him. He smiled and pulled her close again, kissed her cheek, and then slid his hand down to her lap, quickly and expertly slipped his fingers under her skirt and then under the crotch panel of her G-string. Her cock wasn't there. She had hidden it between the creamy smooth inner surfaces of her thighs. Harley pushed his hand down between those thighs and they relaxed and opened and he found it - the girl's 'thing.' Her cock. The penis. He played gently with it, felt it growing hard, felt it stiffening, but felt no revulsion. It was like her clit. An overgrown clitoris. He stroked it as he sometimes did his own and when it was fully hard, he put his fingers over and under it as if holding a cigar and began massaging it back and forth. The girl melted against him, gasping, holding him tight. Her one leg spread open wider to give more room and Harley went on jerking off the tiny organ. It was now still less than three inches long and perhaps an inch thick, much like a cigar. There was no foreskin he could feel and every now and then he would graze the exposed head of the thing with a thumb and make her gasp and moan. She clung to his neck, allowing all of this to be done to her and as she went on shaking and sighing, Harley noted a certain wetness to her sounds. He craned his neck and saw that tears ran freely down her cheeks. She sobbed, murmured things in her own language he could not understand, but he kept on rubbing that stiff little thing of hers. She looked as though this had never happened to her before, and though that was improbable, if it were true, Harley decided that he would try to make it memorable. For the both of them. Then an urge overtook him which he could not put aside. Before he knew what he was doing he had leaned down in her lap and had her cock between his lips. He pushed down on it, wondering what the hell he was doing, realizing he was sucking a guy's dick for the first time in his life, and then realizing more, that this wasn't a guy and the thing in his mouth was somehow not a 'dick.' It grew off a beautiful, unassuming woman's crotch, and that was all that mattered. He sucked up and down, the size of the thing hardly needing any special attention, and then warmth was spurting into his mouth, onto his tongue. He sucked and didn't know if he could swallow it, to swallow jiz, but then he did. It was like swallowing the mucus that he sometimes sniffed back when he had a cold and no tissue to properly blow his nose with; a dull, thick feeling with mostly no taste. He sucked more of it out while the girl writhed and gasped for air, her legs scissoring in and out, and continued going up and down on it. He loved the way the thing undulated and flexed in his mouth, the way it spit out what it had, but more, loved how wonderful it obviously made the girl feel. He only wished it could have made up for all she had previously gone through. When it was over he sat back, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. Kathy slumped back toward her side of the cab, shivering, trying to smile but looking wiped out and beyond words. But Harley felt proud, not simply because he had sucked his first dick in nearly fifty years, but because he wouldn't have to have himself hunted down for harming or humiliating this wonderful woman. In fact the hunt would never happen now. All that would happen had directly to do with Kathy, and how he would treat her for the rest of her life. He thought about the ideas and terms he'd just used and then nodded to himself. They were appropriate. Or perhaps, 'for as long as she wished' would be better. He found her eyes and smiled at them until the shock and bewilderment had left them. "Nobody ever do that to you?" he asked, and she shook her head, combed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes with her fingers and sat up a little more. "Was it okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" She shook her head at the last. "But...was it okay?" "Oh yes, Harley!" she beamed. "So much in pleasure, like never having happened before! I'm just..." "What?" "...I am wondering..." she went on, carefully, "If...you are thinking of handsome man while sucking me? Pretending. I am okay with someone pretending. But...just wonder if you prefer other side more?" Harley nearly laughed aloud. "My god, you are so sweet!" he said. "You mean, do I prefer muscular young men with bronzed arms and thick hairy legs and hair on their chests and everything?" Kathy nodded. Harley, smiling, reached down and grasped her left ankle and brought her leg up. He undid her shoe and took it off, then placed her bare foot in his lap. He ran his hands gently up and down the silky smooth leg, from ankle to thigh and back down. "Hairy like this?" he sighed, not even looking up at her. He wrapped his fingers around her calf and squeezed it firmly, letting his fingertips massage deeply. "Or...muscular like this?" Then he reached down for her other foot and brought it up next to the other. He undid the straps and took the shoe off, then leaned back against his side of the cab and massaged both her feet while he smiled across at her. She smiled unsurely back at him, her large eyes melting and warm and hopeful. "No," he whispered, pulling gently on her toes now, "I was thinking of what a beautiful woman you are and how tasty your clit is and how wet you got and how pretty you smell and how wonderful you sound when you come. And now I'm thinking about how pretty your legs are, your body, your feet, and I'm wondering what you'll look like naked." The girl instantly reached up and behind to undo her dress's zipper. Harley raised a hand. "I can wait, sweet heart," he said. "But I'm touching a woman, seeing a woman, wanting a woman and I made a woman orgasm just now. I don't see a man at all; not even a little bit." He raised one of the girl's feet and kissed the top of it. She gasped. Her eyes rolled back and then refocused. Then the chauffeur's voice spoke over the intercom, announcing they were back at the hotel. Harley acknowledged, and then picked up one of the girl's shoes and held it while she slipped her foot into it. "I am pretending pretty good?" she asked Harley, as the door was opened for them. "You're not pretending at all," Harley said, grinning back at her. "And that's more than all right with me." He watched her step out of the car, caught a glimpse of panty and smiled to himself as he followed her. She stood tall and happy as she waited for him, hands converging to hold her purse in front of her. Harley stood beside her for a moment, putting an arm over her shoulder. He stood six feet even, and suddenly felt the difference of having such a tall one at his side. He found he enjoyed the difference. He kissed her neck and then turned them both to the hotel entrance and began strolling in with her. "But how you mean I not am pretending?" she asked him and he grinned sidelong at her. "Are you pretending now?" "No." "Why?" "Cuz I showed you true self in bar." "Exactly." Harley said. The girl still looked a little puzzled, but soon forgot it. She seemed pleased to simply be there, holding Harley's hand as they walked through the lobby and to the elevators. She seemed quite unaware of the fact that, having said she 'showed her true self in the bar', and was therefore not 'pretending,' her true inner self still showed through strongly. Harley gripped her hand firmly, feeling proud suddenly, to have such a beautiful escort. Many eyes followed them across the large lobby until at last the elevator operator smiled and tipped his cap. "'Evening, sir and ma'am," he said, and closed the elevator doors. Harley couldn't get enough of her. He had already fucked the girl twice and now lounged around in bed with her, running his fingers up and down her long legs. She gasped and moved restlessly beneath the sheets that only partially covered her. Harley smiled as he moved his eyes from her swaying knee, down the thigh, over the limp penis and the smears and droplets of freshly ejaculated semen - hers - and then up her flat belly to her chest. Her breasts were small as befitted someone with such a svelte body, but they were real. He'd spent ages investigating that fact with hands and mouth and lips. In fact he had spent ages exploring every part of Kathy's body, from her forehead all the way down to her toes, and still no artifact or remnant of anything even vaguely resembling a man. Every inch of skin was smooth and velvety soft, every curve of a type only available to a biological woman, every sound and move she made, even at the height of arousal where 'pretending' might have fallen through, were nothing but female. And as such, he had fucked her that way just now. Just ten minutes before. She had been on her back, writhing in agonized excitement, knees bent and pulled back to her shoulders (she was quite supple), and he had lubricated her with some lotion his butler had located in the hotel's large downstairs store and pushed in. He had had anal sex with a few women in his day, even tried it with his ex-wife, but had never had the reaction and response as he had with this one. The girl had gone totally wild, completely and uninhibitedly passionate, clutching him desperately with both legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him down and to her on each thrust while pulling herself upward against him at the same time, and, just before he spurt his full and ready load (an enormous amount owing to the repressed excitement since meeting her), she had shivered, gasped, and then grunted. He looked down and watched as her small organ spit out its pleasure, undulating and flexing almost as the rest of her body was, gushing and making small puddles and rivulets over her pale, smooth belly. And her orgasm seemed to linger and continue for longer than seemed reasonable for a man. She seemed to have three separate climaxes as her cock unloaded on her belly - Harley had felt the fluttering squeezes of her anal ring about his deeply buried dick - and then, seeing that, feeling it and hearing all that came from her gaping mouth - sounds that even at this almost unconscious state of being were feminine - he came in her. He rammed deep and held himself inside, the head of his cock pushing even more against the girl's inner gland, making more semen ooze up and drip. He rammed more and she arched under him, clutching with arms and legs now, almost lifting herself off the bed and against him. Harley then caught his wind and shoved in and out forcefully ten or twelve more times, and with each thrust the girl grunted and moaned in what seemed the most delirious pleasure. She finally slumped semi-conscious beneath him but he lay on her until his still inserted dick finally squeezed out of her. Manly Pants Ch. 01 And now he lay on his side, caressing her, enjoying how beautiful she really was. "You have no idea, do you?" he whispered to the now sleeping Kathy, and with that he snuggled close to her and dropped off to sleep. "Come in," Harley said and Kathy quickly pulled the sheets up over her shoulders so nothing was showing. It was the middle of the next morning and they still hadn't gotten out of bed. Harley's attendant came in carrying several packages. He set them politely on the foot of the bed, turned, and left. By the shape and size of the boxes, Kathy knew what they contained. She turned to Harley, overjoyed, and with a nod, Harley set her on the gifts. But she again looked puzzled when she held up clothing more suited to a young man than a young woman. A polo shirt, slacks, socks and shoes. There was even a baseball cap. Harley had momentarily forgotten the object of his surprise because of how lovely the girl looked standing there naked in the morning sun. Her ivory skin reflected the light and made the whole room glow. But now he blinked and smiled into her eyes. "Man clothes?" she said in good natured bewilderment. Harley nodded. "Put them on, would you?" he said. "I have a joke to play on someone." The playful intent seemed to catch the girl's playful nature and she quickly dressed in the things, first slipping on the brand new Fruit 'o the Loom underwear - which gave Harley's cock an unexpected rise - then the socks and shirt. She put on the slacks, threaded the belt through the hoops and finished up with the shoes and cap. She stood for inspection before Harley, and he could barely contain himself. She was completely and utterly adorable but he caught her eye and motioned at the back of his hair. She realized hers was still hanging down long behind her and so quickly removed the cap, wound her hair up in a bun and got it safely tucked away beneath the cap again. She stood smiling proudly at him. "Very man now, eh?" she said, and Harley nodded. He thought perhaps a coat of some kind might help, but it was near hopeless. He smiled back and nodded again, then got off the bed and started to get dressed. He turned to have another glance at the girl and found her staring, wantonly, at his dick. "First the joke on my friend," he said, and Kathy blushed when she realized she'd been caught staring. Walking through the lobby again, now that it was day time and filled with guests and new arrivals, was the prime test Harley had in mind. The girl walked along beside him, and though dressed as a man, had apparently no idea how to act like one. He stopped her in an out of the way corner. "Walk more with your shoulders," he whispered, and she nodded and smiled. They resumed their way to the distant restaurant, and in moments after starting off, a single glance told Harley the girl had forgotten everything he'd just tried to show her. She seemed quite unaware of it, simply enjoying being in such a rich and lavish establishment. The finally made it to the restaurant. "Brunch for the lady and yourself?" was the question and a glance told Harley that Kathy's pride in being 'Very man' had just come crashing down. Harley accepted the menus and followed the man to be seated. Kathy, despite her attempt to 'walk with her shoulders' - after the reminder of her feminine appearance - was treated as quite the lady by the waiter. She sat grumpily. "Don't worry," Harley said, leaning to her ear. "You're doing fine." "I not," she said, crossing her arms angrily. "I trying very hard, Harley, trying pretend for friend of yours. Maybe I shouldn't meet? Run away maybe - hide?" "Just relax, sweetie," Harley whispered, and hearing herself referred to as sweetie, calmed her instantly. He put his hand over hers and she turned it up and clasped it gently. They had their food and took their time over coffee and small talk. Harley hardly knew what to say to her, but she didn't mind talking about herself and was quite forthcoming, though still rather soft spoken about it. As she had mentioned earlier, she had been the product of a failed abortion, raised in an orphanage, mistreated brutally by some and had escaped to be on her own. She had grown up according to what she felt and knew about herself rather than what was told to her or expected of her and, biologically, though equipped with a penis and testicles, her female side had completed the task of her development. She had missed the sexual reassignment surgery afforded many babies in the Western world, a surgery now coming under closer scrutiny, and grew up as a biological female. But though birth had robbed her of any sense of pride or self confidence, it added its own pluses to her string of negatives; she had become nothing short of breathtakingly beautiful. This she largely ignored, constantly reminded of what she physically was by the appendage growing from her crotch and therefore, in her mind, she was meant for nothing more than she already had. Looking back, it was while realizing this that Harley fell in love with her. After the leisurely meal, they strolled out of the restaurant side by side, Harley wishing he hadn't put on the whole show with the men's clothes so he could hold her hand. Then he remembered that the girl hadn't fooled a single person so far, and so reached out and grabbed her hand. "Your friend is no-showing," she said shyly. "Okay now to holding hands. I'm loving that." Harley smiled across at her but she didn't see. They went upstairs so she could change into one of the other outfits Harley's attendants had been instructed to purchase, but while she was standing there in her men's style underwear, Harley let himself lose control. Kathy giggled as she was playfully tackled to the bed, arms and legs sprawling, and then a hand swiftly jerking her underwear off. She struggled half-heartedly with her attacker and then gave in, lay still, her chest rising in a gasp, when Harley's lips encircled her left nipple. Harley made love to her, to her entire body for the next two hours. He couldn't stop once he'd begun and didn't want to. He kissed and licked every square inch of the girl's writhing body, paying special close attention to the smooth hairless area just behind her small scrotum. He licked her there and she seemed extremely sensitive and he knew it was probably because that was where her vagina would have been had she had the operation. Her cock stuck up stiff the whole time he licked her there, and then he pulled back and continued kissing and licking his way down both her legs. There seemed to be no part of her, anywhere, that wasn't exceptionally sensitive and responsive to his touch. She seemed almost on the point of orgasm when he reached her feet, and this time when he went a step further and actually sucked on her toes, she twisted and squirmed, her whole body shivering. Harley knelt there at her feet, enjoying one foot and then the other, and then back again, remembering his ex-wife and how she laughed at how ticklish this portion of their love making would be. But this girl loved what he was doing, as much if not more than he enjoyed doing it. But then he turned her over on her front and worked his way up her back. Her legs folded at the knees and waved anxiously in the air, so he pushed her knees apart and lay between them kissing her buns, prying them open and licking her sphincter, and then kissing his way up her spine. She was more than ready when he reached the nape of her neck, and with a little lotion, he slipped into her rectum and began reaming her again. The girl was so on the edge. Harley held her to himself and rolled them both over so she was laying full length on top of him, his dick still buried up her butt. She lay there shuddering, her tiny prick stiff as a board, and then Harley was reaching up and massaging her breasts and caressing her sides. Finally she reached some inner point of no return. She pushed herself up, got her knees to each side of Harley and knelt there gasping, combing her fingers through her tangled hair. Harley lay there smiling at the sight of her; her beautiful back, waist, hips, shoulders and arms. He dropped his eyes to the bottoms of her feet now visible, then looked over to where the shapely roundness of her ass-cheeks were punctuated by the stiff thickness of the cock still buried up between them. After a moment she lifted up and inch or two and sat down, then lifted and sat, rubbing Harley's sensitive boner on all sides at once. The fit was tight but slick, like a fist stroking him off. He watched and listened, felt what was being done, felt the tight squeezing of the girl's liquid anus, but decided that seeing her doing this to herself was worth more than the shivery tingles his cock was giving him. (continued in CH 2) Manly Pants Ch. 02 (continued from CH 1) Twenty minutes went by with Kathy's motions steadily becoming faster and more feverish. She was not only riding Harley's dick up and down now but squeezing forward and back on the down push every so often, making the erection 'stir' inside her. She had since bundled her hair up on top of her head and though it would sometimes tumble back down, she would quickly lift it again and get it out of the way. Harley enjoyed the full view of her back; her smooth, shapely, ivory back. Her shoulders were gorgeous, her narrow waist and hips simply transfixed him. But her movements were so naturally and inherently female. Had she had one, she might very well have been riding her pussy on top of him, and then he realized more deeply that it made no difference whatsoever. Five or so minutes later, the girl shuddered, sat still with Harley's prong full length inside her, and gasped. She hunched slightly over, hands on thighs, shivering. He could feel her insides rippling over his length, squeezing, and then felt warm droplets hitting his thighs and knees. But instead of simply laying there, Harley rolled his pelvis, forcing his dick even further up the girl's chuff, making her gasp anew. He reached out and held onto her feet, then sat up and reached around to squeeze her breasts as she continued to climax. He felt two more desperate squeezes from her anal ring, then shoved himself deep, heard her gasp and dropped one hand down to toy with her organ. The head was smothered with semen and semen was dripping down its sides. More still erupted in spasmodic squirts. Harley smoothed his fingers over the organ, sliding them up and down, over the head, down to the base. Kathy gasped at his touch. Her back arched and she shivered violently. More jiz spit out and landed on Harley's legs. He could smell it now, but the scent of the girl's issue, as he'd noticed before, wasn't quite the same as his. It was a softer fragrance if that was a word to describe it. He remembered to push up inside her again and felt more jiz erupt against a finger which was at that point positioned right over the opening. Then there was a gasp and he looked up to see the girl turning to look over her shoulder at him. Her smiling lips seemed to tremble as the rest of her was. "Hah-lee..." she sighed, pushing her hair up with both hands. Harley's leaned back on his hands, eyes traveling down her creamy back, then up again. She was so beautiful. So incredibly beautiful and smooth and sexy! And he was inside her, deeply buried. He could still feel her rectal walls clinging to him, her anal ring fluttering in excited compression, and then he started to come himself. He grunted while gazing straight into her large, almond eyes, and then those eyes widened when she realized what was happening. She immediately dropped her hair down her back and began riding Harley again, forcing her hole to rub him tight and fast. She was bucking up and down as if riding a bronco, humping him wildly to give him the utmost in pleasure, and Harley felt it. He felt it all. And now he pushed his hips forward and turned, making her go over onto her knees. He got behind her and continued ramming her, harder and faster. She adjusted to the new position and began slamming herself back and forth enthusiastically, the thick wetness that had already run down her crotch and between her ass cheeks now creating a sticky slapping sound with every contact between their bodies. Harley bent over her, grabbing her tits, kneading them as they went on fucking, and then, all at once, it was over. He stopped thrusting, gasped for air and let his racing heart slow. She shivered and shook where she was, her back bowing, head tossed back and black hair cascading down over shoulders and back. Harley looked down at her, looked down at the incredible creature he'd just balled to completion and knew that even his beautiful ex-wife would never compare. He gave Kathy a couple of extra thrusts, playfully, and then followed her down as she lay flat on her front. Soft, satisfied moans and sighs escaped her as she did. "I'm sorry for not able to be man for you today," she breathed. "You'll never be a man, no matter what you do, pretty lady," Harley sighed and kissed her on the neck. She gasped in a shivering hiss and then giggled. Harley wondered if they would ever get to see the expensive new clothes he'd gotten for her, but then decided it didn't matter. Nothing, including the girl's extra 'equipment' did. Two older tourists, a man and his long time friend, watched a man younger than themselves strolling beside a rather oddly acting young woman. The woman was Asian, quite tall and as beautiful as could be. One of the tourists felt an erection forming at the sight of her, because the amazingly skimpy bikini she wore hid nothing. He figured she was some big-time model - especially with those long legs and that face - and turned to his friend, who was still staring. "Why she walking like that? he asked him. "Like what?" the other answered. "Like Popeye the Sailor you mean? With the shoulders all rolling and twisting? Shit if I know. Your move." The first moved his checker and both got back into the game. Harley was near tears watching Kathy playfully attempting to 'walk like a man' as he'd coached her back in the lobby. She was laughing as she showed him how she did it and it was hilarious to behold. Her hips were out of sync, her legs didn't seem to move correctly - everything was wrong. It was abnormal and outrageous and he loved it. And her. She finally stopped, gasping for air from laughing. Harley joined her in a good chuckle, and then they were standing leaning against a railing, looking down at the water. "So much fun with you," she laughed. "Never so much fun before! And when you make loving to me, I'm trying to be manly - inside, in mind - but you make me melt and I'm woman again. So happy you make me Haa-lee!" Harley, despite his very recent climax, felt his cock nudge upward at the thought of what they'd done together. He dropped his eyes but found her legs, ankles and feet, and the flip-flops she wore seemed to emphasize the bareness of her feet. More interesting was the way she had somehow prepared her organ to be so invisible with something as sheer as the bikini bottom on. There was no telltale bulge or extra fold. He'd watched her do it and still couldn't believe it. She noticed him staring at her crotch. "Anytime," the girl whispered, rolling one knee outward slightly, giving him a better view. "I am more woman with you than with anybody else. You make it so. I am...very...grateful Harley." Her smile was a retiring one, her eyes not meeting his. He leaned to her and kissed her cheek and then they were kissing fully while passing cars beeped their horns and several catcalls shot out from passersby. Harley seemed not to notice; the sound drifting away into the distance. They were unimportant; the only important thing being the girl's lips, her sweet, soft tongue, her short, excited gasps through her nose, and her hands roaming his back. When the kiss ended, five minutes had gone by and Kathy's face was slightly red. She quickly dipped her hands down to her crotch and readjusted something which had apparently sprung up during their kiss. Then she took a breath, straightened, and gave Harley an inviting smile. "Maybe we stroll later?" she whispered. "Maybe more good humping for me? Have to wait to be walking now; little bit too much hard..." She looked embarrassed, but also happy and rather impressed with the fact that she had a boner at all. "I'm hard too, baby," Harley whispered back, almost in her ear. "But I have baggy pants on." "Manly pants!" Kathy laughed, and Harley joined her. The laughter seemed to help. A few moments later they were strolling along again hand in hand, and Harley didn't have a bulge to hide. He did have a friend however, one who not only shared his bed, but one who had just now been able to laugh with him. A rare commodity, but a nice one. They made their way along the waterside, sometimes stopping to watch the gulls or pelicans soaring, and as the moments turned into hours, Harley felt more and more a sense of pride in the fact that he was accompanying such a beautiful, graceful creature. Many were the times he found other men glancing at her as they walked by, or cab drivers hooting and whistling at her, but 'he' was her companion - not them. He had something they did not, and he was happy and pleased in that fact. Just before finding a small place for lunch, they stopped at a little shop and Harley bought Kathy a beautiful, sheer wraparound skirt to go with her bikini. It tied off around her hips and fell sleekly to her ankles and had a slit up one side which allowed ample view of her leg as she walked. He could still see through the filmy thing but to have that leg and ankle flashing with every other step brought a smile to Harley's lips even before they left the shop. He painted a better picture by buying her a slender anklet and putting it on. He noticed the shop keeper staring and smiled to himself once more. For lunch they chose a small restaurant not far from the bar where they had first met. It seemed like ages had passed since his first sight of her; worlds had spun by and now this marvelous woman was strolling happily alongside him. They had some fish entree with rice - that, Harley remembered - but the rest of the time, and his mind, were taken up by simply watching Kathy sitting there eating, smiling, and talking happily about herself, her world, even politics. He loved her. But then there came a time, three days later, when Harley was called away for some dire emergency regarding one of his businesses. He bid Kathy so-long with a promise to return three days hence, and to this she agreed, saying she would miss him terribly until then. Harley left one of his men to watch over her for that time - the city being what it was - but the man lost track of the girl on the second night. He searched and backtracked for nearly six hours trying to find her whereabouts, but to no avail. Kathy lay unconscious in a dingy back room of an abandoned warehouse, naked, bleeding from a cut lip, bruised about the shoulders, and her face swollen. She had horrible bite marks on her breasts and thighs, but what was worse, she lay near death, blood leaking from her rectum from repeated acts of sodomy committed upon her by what turned out to be half a dozen drunken workers, and more from her crotch, where her penis and scrotum had been sliced off cleanly with a knife. She lay on a flattened pile of rough burlap sacks for nearly four hours, discovered finally by Harley's bodyguard. Gordon, the man, though quite brawny and tough, vomited at the sight of his boss's new love, and when he recovered he quickly called the emergency services. She was rushed to the nearest hospital and then the call was made to Harley, who cancelled every meeting he had and rushed back to Thailand on the next available flight. Now Harley sat in a chair beside her bed - the best possible care and room having been paid for - looking at her. Tears welled in his eyes; his beautiful friend had not awakened and now lay with tubes in her veins, a monitor bleeping away softly, and a mask over her purple, swollen face. "...all you are, is beauty," he whispered to her. "...and look at the price you paid!" Then he was aware of a presence at the doorway. He looked over and saw another of his men standing there. A simple nod of the head told Harley that everything had been taken care of as far as the punishment of the men involved. He acknowledged with a similar nod and then the man turned and left. Harley looked back upon Kathy, trying to smile, trying to remember how it had been just so short a time before, their walk along the wharfs, the slinky way she strolled along with her new skirt and anklet. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He did not try to wipe them. The reports from his men had said that she'd gone out of the hotel room, taken a cab and headed for her own place to gather some things. Gordon the bodyguard had tailed her and seen it for himself. She had spent almost too long in her modest little place and then come out with a bundle, smiling happily and then getting back into the cab. That was when traffic had cut him off and in the river of like-colored taxis, he finally lost track of her. Somewhere between her apartment and the hotel, she had apparently stopped to buy Harley a gift - a tie tack which was later found thrust through her left nipple - and then was abducted. The cab driver had not seen this, had actually gone into the shop looking for her, and not seeing her anywhere, decided that he'd been stiffed and left. By that time Kathy had been on her knees, having her first attacker thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. She serviced all of them that way and then they had stripped her naked, thrown her on the matting of old, dirty bags, and sodomized her, one after the other. She had hidden her sex as she always did, but when it was discovered, the sodomy had become harsher, more brutal. She was kicked and bitten, urinated on and then, finally, when they had no more use for her, one of them had mutilated her. Someone cleared his throat at the doorway and Harley looked over again but saw the doctor standing there in his long, white coat. He approached slowly and silent and regarded his patient for a moment before looking down at Harley. Harley arose and faced the man, fearful of what he would now be told. "She, uh rather, he," the doctor said gently, "Will be okay. We've stopped the internal bleeding and she, uh--" "--Just call her 'she', all right?" Harley hissed. The doctor swallowed nervously and nodded. "She is responding perfectly to treatment," he continued. "She's very strong and very lucky to have been discovered when she was. Another half an hour and..." Harley nodded in acknowledgement. "But..." the doctor went on, "There's the other thing..." "What?" "The uh, mutilation," the doctor said softly. "Is there anyway, with plastic surgery to--" Harley began. "--Well before that," the doctor interrupted. "I want you to know that there would be no problem with reattachment." "Huh?" "Yes. The cut was clean and done with a very sharp instrument. We can, basically, fix her up as good as new." "And so why haven't you done it?" "She had to become stable first, you see," the doctor advised. "But...as you reminded me that she should be referred to as 'she', the question arises as to whether you think she had any previous preference. In other words--" "--Since 'they're' off, why not leave them off if that's what she was thinking about anyway?' That kind of thing?" The doctor nodded. "...did...she ever mention anything like that...to you?" the doctor asked. "Or is there anyone else we might consult? She's quite a bit away from coming back to full consciousness right now; so if possible...." "Would you also be able to do the other things?" Harley breathed. "Like, you know, making her into a complete female?" The doctor nodded once more. "We have some of the finest reassignment surgeons in the world here in Thailand," he said. "But...it's still a matter of...what she had in mind...." Harley looked into the doctor's calm, steady eyes but didn't feel comforted. He nodded and thanked him and said he needed to think about it. When he was once more alone with Kathy, he touched her motionless hand and gazed at her face. In his mind, he could see her walking along beside him that other day, then remembered when they stopped and wound up almost becoming prey to the local authorities by having passionate and uncontrolled sex right out there in public! He then remembered how she'd whispered to him about her excitement and how she'd so daintily and casually flipped her 'embarrassment' down again and what she'd said afterwards. Manly pants! she'd laughed and he could still hear her laughter. And he remembered how he'd knelt before her that night, pulling the side-slit of her new skirt aside and slipping down her panties, and how he'd given her head while she stood there, sucking her and slurping and kissing her stiff thing until she had orgasmed. He remembered her taste, her scent, the sweet, breathy sounds she made as she came, remembered how rubbery her knees had become, and then remembered reaching up and taking her in his arms and laying her on the bed. He remembered undressing her completely and laying her on her front and then kissing and touching her everywhere. In her still out of control writhing, she had lifted her ass up to him and he had smeared something thick and slippery between her cheeks and then had taken her. He remembered how her knees came up under her and then spread, how she'd pushed up on her elbows and began ramming back against his fierce, passionate strokes, and then remembered how she had gotten hard again only five or ten minutes later. He remembered fucking her hard and deep until she groaned, and then felt her anus twitching and knew without looking that there was a puddle of white stickiness between her knees. He found it later, and licked it off the sheets and it had been good. Now Harley let the girl's hand go and hurried out to find the doctor, and several hours later, Harley watched as Kathy was wheeled past him on the gurney, heading for the recovery room. He stood smiling and hopeful and then fell asleep on the couch in the waiting room. When he awoke that next morning, the doctor was standing there smiling broadly at him. "It went well, then?" Harley said groggily. The doctor nodded. "And Dr. Gereth will be arriving tomorrow, as per your wish for the best plastic surgeon in the world," he said. "You won't be able to see a single scar line in three months...." "Is she...awake?" Harley asked hopefully, and the doctor nodded. "Just barely," he said. "You can see her if you like." Harley was on his feet and waiting for the doctor to lead the way. They headed down the hall and up two floors in the elevator. Then Harley was there at the door, looking in. Kathy's face was bandaged. She still had the oxygen tubes in her nostrils and other tubes in her arms. But her eyes were open and she turned and saw Harley standing there. He rushed to her, wanting to hold her hand but hesitant for fear of messing the tubes and equipment up. But the girl smiled as best she could. "...Haa-lee...." she whispered hoarsely. "I am missing you..." Harley leaned over and kissed an unbandaged spot on her forehead. "I have missed you more than you know," he said, leaning back and smiling. "Sorry," she said. "So much problems. Sorry if I am problems for you..." Harley shook his head and kept smiling. He found a chair and pulled it up close, sat. "Don't you worry about a thing, okay?" he said. "I'm going to take care of you...." Her eyes filled and overflowed. She nodded and sniffled. "You're going to be all right, you'll see. As beautiful as ever...." "They...my...they made it cut-off," she whispered, and her voice choked off in emotion. She turned her head in an attempt to shake it. "I'm sorry...so much trouble and bothering for you. I am...nothing now...not even man, or woman." "You are back the way you were," Harley said, and Kathy's eyes widened in surprise. Her eyes began to smile even if her mouth could not quite make the movement. "They did not like me be boy," she said. "I trying to hide, but they see, and get mad and...then everything was dark. I am dying, I thought. And now you...I love you Harley. Very much in love with you. You...how are you knowing I am wanting to be fixed like before?" "I...just knew," Harley said, and though his decision had been from emotion as much as logic, he was glad it had been correct. "And besides," he went on, and then groped for the box he'd brought with him. He opened it on the floor and pulled out an article of clothing. He held it up for Kathy to see. Manly Pants Ch. 02 "Manly pants!" Kathy laughed, but the sound was horrid and strained. Harley looked worried for a moment, but the girl caught her breath. "Now I can be excited and nobody can see!" She laughed again; Harley did too, knowing that if this beautiful, warm and loving creature ever did want to have reassignment surgery, he would have absolutely no problem paying for it. He did know however that hearing the girl's relieved and joyous laughter was beyond any riches he possessed. And now, almost a year later, Harley raised the translucent white veil and beheld the beauty of the girl he had come to love so much. She smiled at him, her eyes filling with tears, and when their lips met, her warmth, her fragrance - her love - seemed to fill the space around and between them. Somewhere distantly, applause erupted, but it was far away and fading fast. "I love you Harley," Kathy whispered when their kiss ended. "I love you too," Harley said, and then they turned and waved at the wedding guests. He squeezed the girl's hand in his, and then they were off, making their way through raining grains of rice toward the limo. END