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“I have waited four months for sex. Other than my vibrator, nothing has touched my pussy, and now you decide to be naughty. This isn’t fair!” she wailed.
Bob looked down the corridor and saw a maintenance closet. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into the room. The room was dark and full of chairs and folding tables with a few silverware carts.
Jennifer tugged at Bob. “No, no, no. We need to get back before people notice we’re gone.”
Bob grasped Jennifer with his strong hands, pulling her abruptly against him and kissed her deeply. Feeling the heat from her body, Bob became inflamed with desire. Succumbing to his passion, she held him with her arms around his neck. Bob kissed her neck and eased her down onto her back atop a room service cart. He unfastened the clasp of her gown and lowered it down past her shoulders. He kissed her chest until it flushed to a rose hue.
“No Bob, we can’t. Not until tonight,” she moaned, not really wanting him to stop.
Bob wanted to respect her wishes but needed at least a taste of her. He pulled her dress up and his mouth watered at the sight of her clean-shaven pubis. He knelt before Jennifer and kissed up her legs to her thighs. He saw her labia open, beckoning him on, to what he knew she really wanted. He almost swallowed her outer lips as he voraciously nuzzled between her legs.
“Oh, Bob, the dress. We’ll ruin the dress!” she wistfully whispered in a desire-induced hysteria.
Bob looked around and grabbed a folded napkin. She raised herself up with her legs so he could put it under her bottom. As she lifted her hips, Bob buried his extended tongue into her. Jennifer closed her eyes and moaned loudly. He looked up her body and watched her tummy shake as he licked inside of her. Her breasts almost popped from her gown as they swelled with need. The excitement and fear of getting caught only made Jennifer more aroused and desperate for Bob to take her.
Bob held a cheek in each hand and he kneaded her ass like a breadmaker. He had always loved her ass. His thumb found its way up to her pussy. He flicked against her clit with the tip of it, making her moan. She could feel her excitement as it was building. Bob pressed his thumb into her as he drank from her well of desire. Her sweetness made him growl. He pursued her orgasm deeper and more vigorously attacked her clit.
A sudden rush filled Jennifer’s head. She shrieked, stiffening her back, and came while Bob nuzzled her clit. He sucked on it, making her gyrate and shake. She smiled and giggled, as he flicked his tongue across her lips promising more to come later.
They straightened themselves up to get back to the reception. When they opened the storeroom door, they heard scattered applause from the dozen or so guests standing in the hallway. Bob bowed and they went back in the reception area.
The flight to Hawaii seemed to take forever. After the accident and surgery, they had decided to wait until their wedding night before actually having sex to make it just that much more special. Now all their anticipation would be released in an incredible night of passionate lovemaking. After about 10 orgasms they would be completely spent. Then fall asleep in the comfort of each other’s embrace until the next morning.
Jennifer softly kissed Bob and slipped her tongue between his lips ever so slightly. She bit on his bottom lip and quietly whispered to him. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long. I can’t wait to have you.” Bob gulped as she smiled devilishly. “After your little gift in the reception hall this may get a little rough.” She grinned mischievously then slipped into the bathroom to get ready.
Oh boy, now I get to try out the new equipment, he thought to himself. Just for this night he thought he’d really do something different for her. He took out a red lace ribbon and dropped his pants down. He reached down by his knee and tied the ribbon around the tip of his enormous cock and made a nice little bow on the end.
Jennifer stepped out of the bathroom wearing a silk mini-robe, and nothing else. She took one look and jumped back, screaming “AAAAAARRRRHHHHH, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?!?!”
“It’s my transplant,” Bob said while standing there naked with nothing on but a red ribbon on the end of his new fourteen-inch penis.
“Damn! You said you had some surgery after the accident, but… My goodness it’s…it’s…fuckin’ huge!”
Jennifer was astounded and excited all at once at the prospect of having to deal with this THING for the rest of her life. She was actually incredibly turned on by it because she had always fantasized about having sex with a black man. She loved Bob and wanted to tell him that the THING’s blackness and size excited her but feared his reaction. So, she bit her lip and said, “Well cowboy, let’s give this horse a new rider!”
She walked up to Bob, untying her robe and opening it up with each step closer. She pressed up against him and reached down to grasp his THING in her hand and slowly stroked it. With her other hand she grabbed onto the other half of it.
“Um, honey, are you turned on?” she whispered into his ear.
“Oh, ya!”
“Um, then why is, uh, it so soft and not hard?”
“I don’t know! The doctor said I was in perfect condition and everything was fine. It’s all there in my chart.” Bob wasn’t going to be denied and wickedly said, “Okay, baby lay down and I’ll see how this stick shift can handle your curves as I drive it into the tunnel!”
Jennifer giggled and jumped onto the bed. Licking her fingers she slipped them between her pussy lips and opened herself to him. He climbed on top of her and positioned himself and rammed his body onto hers and moaned, “How about that?”
“Um, honey, do you know what an accordion is?”
Bob nodded yes.
“Well your penis just turned into an accordion.”
The entire night became an experiment in frustration. No matter what they did nothing worked. Oral sex, doggy style, honey, masturbation, her on top, him on top, porno movies, the sheep, the hand puppets, nothing they tried helped. At about 3:30 in the morning Jennifer had given up. She was exhausted and frustrated. Her ultimate fantasy turned into a fucked-up, twilight zone nightmare.
“Baby, I don’t know what’s wrong. Maybe it’s just because of the transplant. Hand me that chart in my briefcase.” Jennifer handed him the medical records and he was reading through them when he came to the release forms that had been signed by Tyrone, the organ donor. As he read the charts a look of horror struck his face.
“What is it?” she asked.
