When I get home from the hospital nothing changes, not as far and Dana and I are concerned. But she’s right; having a pussy’s a lot of work, and while the swelling and nastiness are still there I go through a lot of Summer’s Eve.
Dana. I say one day. What did it feel like when I was inside you? And what is a female orgasm like?
A female orgasm comes in different strengths, she says didactically. The mildest is like a nice tingling. The most intense is earth shattering, so good it’s scary. And sometimes you get multiples that go all the way up to earth shattering. As for a dick, you don’t feel that. It’s nice when it’s in there to bear down on but it’s really all in the clitoris. How long before you can fuck?
A few weeks.
Good. I’m curious. And horny.
I find myself wishing you had a dick, I say. That you would come inside me and fill me with your semen. Of course after that I never would be quite the same.
She laughs. No, she says, you sure wouldn’t. And I would love to do that to you, Fanci. But I’ve got two sided vibrating dildos. You’ll love em. And they never go flaccid.
We both cackle like hens. It hurts a little but I am recovering rapidly.
Wanda is a chick with a dick. I dread this but I feel like I have to do it. I lie on my back and she is in missionary, fucking me and ejaculating. It’s a great if symbolic moment. I have arrived. I get up naked, semen trickling down the inside of my thigh as I walk toward the bathroom. I stop and turn and smile at her and she smiles back, shyly. I go to the bathroom and clean up. Then I put my clothes on.
As I am dressing, Wanda says, Is…is that all?
What did you expect, honey? I say. I told you what I needed you for. Oh, hell.
I give her a sloppy kiss with a lot of tongue and leave.
Dana is waiting on the sofa when I get home. She looks like she’s been crying.
Don’t, is the first thing I say. You fucked that chick with a dick Neely, against our agreement and had the nerve to tell me I was being narrow minded.
I know it, she says. Did you come?
Yes, I say. Did I ever!
Actually the weak, watery thing I had was barely an orgasm but she doesn’t need to know that.
Are…RU going to do it again?
The only one I am going to do it with is you. I just wanted this once in my life.
I understand, she says. Hey…did you do it to punish me?
No, my love. I’d never do that. I will say this: if you hadn’t fucked Neely right here under my nose like you did, I wouldn’t have done this. Because I don’t think you have any right to complain. Hell, you’d never have known if you weren’t so damn nosy.
Hi Fanci 🙂
I like Dana’s description of O, and I concur, and it sounds similar to what other women have described.
Sex for a man requires a penis.
Sex for a woman requires a body.
As a pre-op transsexual woman, I already arouse and orgasm like any other woman: I have no need of a penis at all.
Thank you. I really tried to get this right. It was only from talking to women about O that I got this much information into one place. Thanks for reading, liking and commenting—Troy