After Monday Night Football -- Gus

I couldn't take any more. I turned over and had Gus stand up.
My desire made me clumsy, and I had trouble undoing his pants. He helped me with the belt and suddenly the pants were not in the way.
His cock jumped out, and I had it in my mouth, sucking the end into me.
I paused with him in my mouth. This felt so right, so good. There was no room in the moment for small minds that could not understand.
I sucked several times quickly. This was without moving my mouth, and letting the partial vacuum I created be felt on the head and shaft.
I got a moan.

"That's so good, baby. Almost too good," Gus said. "Be careful, I don't want to do just head with you. Is that all right?"

I looked into his eyes and watch as he watched me slowly pull back, letting his cock be pulled out of my mouth. I made sure my kiss of the head was extra loud.

"Darling," I said. "I am yours, anyway you want me. It's okay, what ever you want to do to me."

I took his cock back into my mouth, sucking him down until he reached the back of my mouth. I took a breath, then pressed, letting the cockhead enter my throat. I'd inch forward, a little bit at a time. My lips would be open for a moment, my jaw wide, and only the restriction of my throat held his cock. I moved my head about slightly, my teeth gently brushing the top and bottom of his cock.
Then I'd close my lips. With his cock plugging up my throat, I couldn't make suction, but I pulled with my lips as I pushed myself closer to him, pulling in a bit more cock.
Then jaw wide, and again I'd let his cock be held only by my throat.
The procedure was repeated, lips tight, then only throat holding the cock. I reached with my lips again and had my goal, the base of my Gus's cock.
He was smooth, with shaved balls and no bush. I could smell him mixed with cologne and loved the scent.
I still kept him in my throat. I rocked back and forth, letting his cock be rubbed by my throat, then closed mouth tight on him while I sucked with my cheek muscles.

"No, baby," he cried. "Don't suffocate. I want you to live. I have to make love to you a thousands time more."

I ride a bike for a living. And I run every day and swim laps every chance I get. I'm in good shape and can hold my breath for three minutes. All that I did since Gus's cock entered my throat was done inside three minutes, but I now needed some air.
I held his cock tight with my lips as I drew it out of my throat. As soon as the head was free, I exhaled around his cock, then drew in fresh air. The coolness after being held in such a warm mouth must have been a thrill for Gus. Inhale and exhale, many times as I refilled with oxygen.
When I recovered, I was ready to go deep on Gus again.
But his hand on my shoulder told me to stop.

I looked up.
"I want to make love to you, me on top, the old fashioned way," he said.
I saw that he was naked. He had taken off his coat and shirt while I was sucking him.
I went to unbutton my dress, but he stopped me.
"Keep your dress on. You look so beautiful in it."
I didn't resist.
I laid back. Gus was above me. I felt his hard cock touch my thigh. I spread my legs and Gus reached down, pulled my panties to the side and guided himself into me.
Gus was the only person to make love to me this way. This was the second time a penis entered my anus.
His pelvis pressed against my penis, pressing it between us as his cock went deeper into me.
Each inch, every bit of him inside me, felt so good, so right.
Gus was right, picking this way to make love, my keeping the dress on.
So I had a penis instead of a vagina. I was Wendy. Wendy is a pretty girl and Gus was making love to her. His cock was in her ass, not because she didn't have a pussy, but because that was the way a man like Gus makes love.
And we were making love. Not fucking, making love. Keeping my dress on, it gave the moment a feeling of immediacy. Gus being on top, my being on bottom, looking up, looking into his face as he made love t me.
What do they call it?, the missionary position?
I didn't care. I was there, and he was there, and he was inside me, making love to me. Gus knew what I was. He knew before me, that Wendy would be a part of me. And Gus was making love to that part of me now, but I knew he would make love to each part of me in different times.
My legs around his, his cock inside me, in my bowels, but in me.
I held him tight, against my borrowed breast. And the weight of him against those gels filled substitutes transferred his moving to me, to the real breast underneath. It felt so good, so right.
I held him tight. His head next to mine as his body entered mine, as he made love to me.
I whispered once again, too low for him to hear.

"I love you. I love you," I barely whispered. "You don't have to say you love me, my darling. You don't have to be afraid that I'll make traps for you. Just let me love you, dearest. That's all I ask."

He lifted his head and looked at me.
His body was still moving, in and out of me, as his eyes looked down into mine.
Then his face came closer and he was kissing me.

"Oh, Wendy, I love you too. I love Kenny and I love Wendy, and I love what you both share and the differences in you."
Gus took a deep breath and kissed me again.
"I love you," he said as his cock deep inside me let loose the physical aspect of that love.

After he came, Gus went down on me.
He ate me. I know I don't have a pussy, but Gus ate me mostly using his tongue, teasing me until I was ready to come.
That was the only time he put my cock in his mouth, after he had licked it thoroughly. My wetness came as a few streams that my lover took happily.

After he made me come, Gus was ready for a second session.
We started with me on top, sitting on him, his cock up inside my ass and it was just as good as the first time.
But we tried other ways too. Doggy style, me on hands and knees as he entered me from behind.
We ended up side by side, my dress bunched up around my waist and my back to him, he holding me in his arms as he stayed inside me.
I could feel him come again. And then his body sort of relaxed. I could feel the tension in him go away, and we lay still, me in him arms, for a long time.

Later we took a shower before going to bed.
That was when I had the least help to be Wendy. I had removed the gels and scrubbed off the make-up. The hair was on a wig stand and all I had was me. But Wendy is in my head, and I was staying her.
Gus and I showered and played like lovers, he felt me up freely, and I washed him and took his cock in my mouth a bit. I was still Wendy, and Gus was still my guy.

I redid my make-up as Gus got out his carry-on bag and got ready for bed.
I took the towel off my head and gave my hair a brushing. I've seen girls with shorter hair then mine. And with my eyes done, it was Wendy, not Kenny looking at me in the mirror.
Of course I saw little touches of Betty's hand and understood better how they worked.
The sideburns were gone, completely shaved away. And I understood now the hair appliance Betty had applied. A tiny whisk of curled hair that hung before my ears made the mop of my real hair say girl, not boy.
I didn't use lipstick, not for bed. But my eyes were Wendy's eyes.
Funny, until I had been Wendy, if I had seen a girl with eyes like these, I would have bet she wasn't wearing make-up. Now I saw what most women see, that good make-up doesn't look made-up.

Sleeping with Gus was differently wonderful from making love to him.
He didn't have a nightgown in his bag for me. He said he'd correct that for the future.
I turned that down.
Posing for myself in his pajama top, I liked what I saw. No boobs, short hair, and I still saw Wendy.
Gus came over and put his arms about me. He was in pajama bottoms, and I in the tops, his bare chest covered by me in his arms. We made a cute couple.

I fell asleep in his arms. I woke up in the middle of the night. I listen to him, listen to his breathing. His arms were now loose about me, but when I leaned my back into him, he tighten the hug. He penis was against my behind. He was not hard, but still large, and I wiggled against him. I got a mewing from him, but he didn't not wake.
I don't know how long I lay there, being held by him, as I listened to him.

I woke with the room lit with dawn light coming through the window.
Gus woke as I started to get out of the bed.
"Oh, please, I need the bathroom really bad," he pleaded.
I let him go first. He was a good guy and was fast. I needed to use the bathroom too.
I didn't even think about it, just doing what I do first thing every morning, until I realized I was sitting down to pee.
Betty had told me it would become automatic. That I should concentrate on being Wendy, and it would all be natural.

Gus and I took another shower, and this time I sucked him all the way, and he went down on me, and I got to begin my day with an orgasm.

Gus ordered breakfast in bed, and I sat on the bed, in Gus's pajama top and yesterday's panties when breakfast was delivered. The wig was on the dresser in plain sight. The fake boobies were in the dresser drawer. But my make-up was done, including nude lipstick. Wendy was a flat chested Jamie Lee Curtis, as Jamie looked in "Trading Places". 
I gave the bellhop my sweetest smile every time he looked at me. I felt certain he bought it. He kept looking at my legs, and was trying to see how far up he would get to see those legs. So I went to the window while he was still in the room and looked out the window.
Gus told me bellhop sneaked of peek as the pajama tops rode up and he got a view of my pantied clad ass.
This was after the bellhop had left, and Gus was eating his eggs with ham, bacon and sausages. Wendy had the fruit cup.

We had to go home. I didn't have anything else to wear, so I went back in the silver cocktail dress. I had reapplied my breast. Fortunately Betty had given me a touch up kit to maintain them. I didn't bother with the wig. Lots of girls wear wigs because they are simpler than getting their hair done up. But I didn't think a girl would wear her wig after being out all night. Wendy wasn't going to wear the wig.

Gus called the desk to let them know we were leaving and to ask for his car.
He gave me a smile, and said into the phone, "Yes, Ms Parker and I are leaving now." Gus gave me a wicked evil grin. "Could you bring my car around?"
The bellhop had all ready taken the carry-on bag, so we were leaving much the same way we had arrived.
The elevator door opened on the lobby, and there was Carl, waiting.

"Auggie, you got a new girlfriend. What happened to Wendy?" he asked.
I guess he didn't recognize me without the wig. Then he looked down so he could see up the skirt of my reflection. I saw recognition on his face.
"Oh, hello, Wendy," Carl said. "Your hair, it's different."