8 comments/ 59593 views/ 18 favorites A Not-So-Small Piece of Heaven By: xTrailx I'd never really been one for going out to bars to pick up women, but tonight was a bit different. It was my buddy's birthday, and he decided to invite me and a couple of other friends out to go bar hopping with him. Living in Miami, there was always something going on after the sun went down, so the nightlife was pretty happening. We got to about the third bar after two less-than-exciting places, and decided we could stay here for a little bit. There were some pretty good looking women around, and my buddies wasted no time hitting on anything with a vagina they could find. They were already pretty intoxicated, as they had pre-gamed beforehand at my buddy's house. Me not being much of a drinker, preferring to remember my evenings, I was usually the designated driver. Tonight was no exception. We had been at the bar for about half an hour, when I looked over my shoulder and saw a really good-looking readhead. Being startled at seeing someone so pretty, I found myself staring at her, taking her all in with my eyes. She glanced over in my direction and caught me looking at her, and she gave a coy little smile. I blushed and turned back to the bar. About ten minutes later I saw someone sit down next to me through via peripherals. Upon further inspection I realized it was the redhead I had been caught staring at earlier. As she sat down, she glanced over and gave the same smile she had earlier. I pretended I wasn't very fazed by it and gave a polite smile in return. "Hi, I'm Carter," I said, extending my hand for a shake. "Vicky," she said, taking my hand and giving it a light shake. Her skin was smooth in my hand and I felt myself wishing I could touch more. I quickly banished the thought from my mind, thinking it inappropriate seeing as we'd just met. "Can I get you a drink?" I asked politely, not wanting to seem too forward. "Well, I just came to order a round for me and my two friends over there, and I can't really leave them hanging," she said apologetically, glancing at the table behind her. I looked over my shoulder and saw two less than average looking women. One was blonde and tan. She was skinny, but not pleasingly skinny. The other was a larger than average African-American woman with lips that seemed a bit too big for her face. "I'll tell you what," I said with a slight grin. "How about I buy a round for your friends and have it sent over to their table, and you can stay here and talk to me for a little bit. My friends are a little bit drunk and it's not much fun to talk to them while they're drunk and I'm not, so maybe you could keep me company for a little bit." She gave an embarrassed smile and glanced over at the table. The two girls there seemed to get the basic idea of what was going on and kept shooting knowing smiles our way. I ordered them a round and had it sent over, also ordering a drink for Vicky and myself. We chatted for a little bit, about our jobs, and where we lived, just basic small talk. I couldn't help my eyes exploring her body whenever she turned away. She was wearing a tight red dress that stopped around her mid-thigh, and black high heels that exposed her whole foot. The dress was tight, but it still left a lot up to the imagination. My eyes wandered especially to her feet however. Though I'd never admit it to anyone, I had a pretty bad foot fetish. I had only ever told one girlfriend about it, and she thought it was gross and wouldn't let me act on it at all, so me feelings on the subject weren't totally explored. She didn't paint her toe-nails, which was an enormous turn on for me. Painted toes took away from the beauty of the feet for me. I much preferred them plain and natural looking. Once she caught me looking at her, and gave a sheepish grin and blushed, acting as though not a lot of men found her attractive. Her shoulder-length red hair bobbed as she reached into her purse for her phone to check the time. "Well, Carter, it's getting pretty late," She said, noting that it was two o'clock in the morning "I had probably better get going." "Well, I really enjoyed talking to you," I said with a smile. "If it's not too forward, I'd like to get your phone number, so I can call you." "I'd really like that, Carter, I liked talking to you too," she exclaimed with a grin. As she jotted her number down on a piece of paper, I noted her excitement. I couldn't quite wrap my head around why she would be as excited as she was. She was a gorgeous girl, and probably had guys hitting on her all the time. I wasn't a bad looking guy, but I wasn't anything to be this excited about. I graciously accepted her number and watched her walk out, her hips swaying in that short red dress. As she reached the door she turned and gave a small wave. I waved back and turned to find my friends. They were drunkenly hitting on some very plump women, and I rounded them up and forced them out of the bar. On the drive home I thought about Vicky. She was definitely a catch, and I intended to call her has soon as possible. "Hey, bro, I saw you talking to that hot readhead!" my buddy said, slurring his words. "You should have fucked her!" "Maybe I would have if I didn't have to drive your drunk ass home," I said laughing. "Way to cock block me, man." "Yeah, I'm sure you would have," he said sarcastically, climbing out of the car, as we'd reached his house. "Later, bro." "Yeah, see ya'," I said tiredly, ready to call it a night. Luckily I lived close by, and was in bed soon, thoughts of Vicky filling my head as I drifted off to sleep. I woke up the next morning and had a pretty normal day. I went to work at my job as an architect. I couldn't seem to focus on my work as well as usual, as my thoughts seemed to keep drifting to those beautiful pale feet in those black high heels. I eventually got through the day and arrived home a little later than usual. I toyed with the idea of calling her, but decided against calling her the day after I'd met her, trying not to seem too eager. The next day went on much the same way. I had planned on waiting until the third day, but my excitement got the better of me. At around eight o'clock I sat down in my arm chair next to the phone and took out the small scrap of paper she'd scribbled her phone number on. I carefully dialed the numbers and brought the phone to my ear. The dial tone sounded four times, followed by the sweet voice I remembered from the bar. "Hello?" the voice said. "Hi, Vicky! It's Carter. How are you?" I asked politely, trying to seem like a nicer guy than I probably was. "I'm great, I'm so glad you called!" She exclaimed. "I just got back from the gym and I was about to jump in the shower." The thought of her all soapy and wet made the crotch of my jeans a little tight. "Oh, well I'm sorry to disturb you when you're busy," I said stupidly. "But I was just wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me tomorrow night." "Yeah, that sounds great!" she said, seeming very excited. We discussed the time and when I should pick her up, and I let her run off to the shower. By this point, the image in my head was giving me a major hard-on. I walked to my bedroom, unbuttoning my pants along the way. I pleasured myself to the thought of Vicky rubbing soap all over her petite, pale body. The next day I got home from work in a great mood. I was very excited about taking Vicky out to dinner. I had chosen a fancy Mediterranean restaurant, and was set to pick her up around eight o'clock. I got dressed up in a dark suit and tie that I really looked good in. I left my house around seven forty five, wanting to get there at around eight o'clock. I pulled my car into the parking lot of her apartment complex, and walked up the two flights of stairs to her apartment. I knocked lightly on her door three times, and heard her yell from inside to come in. I walked into the apartment and closed the door behind me. "Just have a seat on the couch" I heard her yell from the back. "I'm not quite ready yet." I sat down on her perfectly white sofa. She had a very nice apartment, which wasn't surprising, seeing as she worked at some high-end corporation. I sat there for about five minutes until I heard her coming down the hall behind me. I turned around, and what I saw sucked the breath out of my chest. She was wearing an olive green dress that was extremely tight. She looked absolutely stunning. The thing I liked the most though, was that she was barefoot, her feet making no sound as she strode across the carpet. She sat down next to me and set down the heels she had been carrying. She gave me a hug, and I hoped she wouldn't see or feel the hard-on that was developing in my pants. She started to put on her heels and I let out a small groan as the hard-on grew more and more uncomfortable. "Are you ok?" she asked, hearing the noise I had made. "Yeah!" I exclaimed, "Just hungry." "Let's get going then," she said, after finally putting on her heels. "Wouldn't want to keep you hungry for too long." We walked down to my car and made our way to the restaurant. We talked and laughed the whole way, and I really felt like we were hitting it off. We sat down at the restaurant, at a small table in the back. I scooted her chair in under her and went around to sit down in my own. As I sat down, I felt her foot brush against my leg. I apologized, blushing, as the front of my pants tightened. Dinner went extremely well, and we flirted a whole lot. I felt really comfortable with this girl, and really hoped she'd invite me in to her apartment tonight. After dinner, we were walking back to my car and I heard Vicky yelp behind me. I turned around to see her stumble and fall to the ground. I quickly went down and helped her up, asking what was wrong. "I just stepped in a hole I the sidewalk and twisted my ankle a little bit," she said, not seeming too badly hurt. I helped her to the car and we drove back to her apartment. I offered to carry her up the two flights of stairs to her apartment, and she graciously accepted. I scooped her up in my arms and trudged up the stairs. She held on tightly to my neck, which felt really nice. I knew now was not the time to be thinking with my dick, but I felt my crotch stir a little bit. Her body felt so slender and warm in my arms. I unlocked the door and carried her inside. I gently set her down on the couch and kneeled down to remove her shoe. I slowly undid the clasp on her heel, not noticing that I was beginning to sweat and breathe heavy. I began to rub her ankle, trying to make it feel better. She moaned softly. "That feels good." she breathed. I looked up into her crystal blue eyes, and saw her looking back down at me, slightly biting her lip. I raised my hand a lightly stroked her cheek. This seemed to set her off, as she grabbed my suit jacket and pulled me up into a passionate kiss. I put my hand behind her head and pulled her head towards mine, sliding my tongue through her slightly parted lips. She accepted the tongue, and returned the gesture, intertwining her tongue with mine. My other hand rubbed her foot softly, and I laced my fingers with her toes. She giggled softly. "What are you laughing at?" I asked in between kisses. "I knew you had a thing for feet since I caught you staring at mine that night at the bar" she breathed, not wanting to stop kissing long enough to talk. I blushed slightly, wishing she hadn't seen me. "I'm sorry; I know it's a strange thing to like. It repulses most girls, and I guess it's better that you found out now before we got too far." I said, looking down in a shameful manner. She lifted her hand with my chin and kissed me softly. "Is that the darkest secret you have?" she asked after pulling away. "Yes," I exclaimed "I guess it's the only weird thing I'm into. It's enough to turn most girls away." I was half expecting her to be one of them, half expecting her to tell me to leave. She looked down at me as though she was thinking. She then broke out in a grin, which took me by surprise. "I don't mind it at all," she said, still smiling "You can do whatever you like with my feet." I looked down at her feet. Upon hearing her say that, I lost control of myself for a second. I pulled her foot to my mouth and slid her big toe between my lips. I sucked on it, sliding a few more toes in as well. I pulled her toes out of my mouth and ran my tongue along the underside of her foot. The flesh was so soft, and I felt my cock starting to swell. I heard her moan, which turned me on. No girl had accepted my foot fetish before. I stood up and picked her up. "Where's the bedroom?" I asked, nibbling on her neck. She pointed down the hall as she wrapped her legs around my back. We stumbled down the hall in this position. We got to her bedroom and I set her down on the bed. I untied the back of her dress as she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled off my tie. She pulled open my shirt and started planting kisses on my abs and waistline. She ran her hands over my muscled chest and abs, moaning softly as she ran her tongue all over my midsection. I finally got the dress untied from around her neck, and let it fall. It fell down, hanging from her waist. I had never really gotten a good look at her breasts before, seeing as she had never worn anything with enough cleavage for me to see. But she had nothing to hide, her perky breasts were neither large nor small, and were perfect for her small, petite frame. They were clad in a black lace, strapless bra. She pulled my shirt off over my shoulders and pulled me on top of her. I propped myself on my elbows as she wrapped her legs around my waist, kissing me deeply. Her hands ran up and down my back, pulling me closer to her, our tongues intertwining, dancing between our mouths. I reached down and began to pull her dress down around her hips. She grabbed my forearm and stopped me, an extremely troubled look on her face. "What's the matter?" I asked, thinking I had offended her in some way. "I don't know if you want to do that," she said, a look of pure misery on her face. "I'm not like other girls." "What could be so different?" I asked, very confused at this point. "You look amazing to me." I leaned down and softly kissed her neck. She moaned softly, but pushed me back up. I was worried, I liked her a lot. I hadn't been this happy with a girl for as long as I could remember. The fact that she was upset was genuinely worrying me. "What's different about you?" I asked softly, looking into her eyes. "I guess I'll just have to show you," she said, looking as miserable as ever "You told me your secret, now I have to tell you mine. I bet mine has scared off more people than yours has." I truly puzzled me what could be so bad. I gazed down at her, wondering what she could be talking about. She seemed like the perfect woman to me. Her body was petite, but also shapely, giving her gorgeous curves. She didn't have an ounce of fat on her body. She looked far better than any girl he had ever met before. She squirmed out from under him and got off the bed. She turned around so she wasn't facing me, and pulled the dress down past her hips. She wore a black thong that matched her bra, and she bent over, pulling the dress over her gorgeous feet. She looked amazing from behind. Her ass was perky and shapely, and she was obviously very in shape. I realized I was breathing heavy, as she turned to face me, a sad look on her face. I ran my eyes up and down her body. Then my eyes caught something I wasn't expecting. There was a bulge at the front of her panties. My mind didn't fully grasp what it was, and I started awkwardly at it, making Vicky look even more distraught. "I told you I wasn't like most girls," she said sadly, her eyes starting to tear up. She pulled her underwear down, and a semi-hard penis flopped up, slapping her stomach as it was released. I gasped in shock at the sight. This upset her greatly, and she let out a sob. "You have a penis," I said flatly, not really knowing what else to say. "Yes, I have a penis. I told you my secret was worse than yours. But I had to tell you now. Because I really like you, and I couldn't bear to tell you after we'd gotten closer. I've been hurt too many times. So if your repulsed and want to leave, tell me now, and you'll never have to see me again," she sobbed, tears running down her face. I didn't know how to react at first. My mind was completely blown by this. I had never met a girl with a penis before. I mean, I lived in Miami, and I knew there were shemales, but I had always pictured them as Spanish girls with big hands and feet and messed up looking faces. Not gorgeous redheads with amazing personalities. I sat there, my mouth gaping open. I realized that wasn't helping at all, as she attempted to hide herself from my gaze. It took a few moments for me to speak. "I don't really know how to react to this," I said slowly "I've never been in this situation. I've always been straight, and never even seen another penis other than my own. I don't really know how to react to it." The words that came out of my mouth seemed to comfort her to some degree. The fact that I hadn't gotten up and left seemed to be an improvement to her. She gave me a timid smile and wiped the tears from her cheek. "I understand that it's shocking, and I can understand if you don't want to be with me. I know I'm a freak, and I really don't know what to tell you other than that," she said, timidly taking a step closer. My eyes ran over her body. I looked at her feet and let my eyes run up the length of her gorgeous, pale legs, up to her penis, that was an impressive six inches, at least, while flaccid. My eyes continued up over her taught stomach, over her still-covered breasts and up to her face. I looked her in the eyes, and saw the pleading trepidation behind them. She wanted so badly for me to be ok with what her. I looked down at my hands in my lap, and realized that I was sporting a major hard-on. This surprised me, as I had never before been attracted to dicks. I mulled it over, and came to the decision to see how this attraction played out. I stood up and looked down at her. I could see how in-suspense she was, waiting to hear what I had to say. But instead of saying anything, I brought my hand up to her cheek, and pulled her head up to mine, and kissed her deeply. She seemed to explode with happiness, jumping up and wrapping her legs around me. I felt her flaccid cock against my stomach. The soft skin of it felt strangely pleasing against my abs. My hard-on started to throb even more. I set her down on the bed and unhooked the clasp of her bra. Her breasts looked fantastic. Her small pink nipples stood slightly erect, just begging to be played with. I obliged, lowering my head to her left breast and swirling my tongue around her nipple. She moaned with delight, and ran her hand through my hair, arching her back and throwing her own head back in pleasure. I glanced down between her legs and saw her cock was now standing fully at attention. It stood at about seven and a half inches, and was decently thick. It was the same length as my own member, but not quite as thick. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me onto the bed. She undid my belt and pulled my pants down and threw them on the floor. She then pulled off my socks and kissed her way up my thighs to the bottom of my briefs. She pulled the elastic waist band down, revealing the purple, swollen head of my member. She licked a trickle of pre-cum off the head, causing me to groan with pleasure. She pulled my briefs down farther, revealing more of my extremely-hard cock. She licked the tender underside, causing my body to twitch unintentionally. My breathing was growing heavy, and I wanted to cum. Her body was driving me insane, with the majority of my attention on the smooth cock sticking from between her legs. I never thought I would ever be attracted to a penis in my life. But her's was so perfectly shaped, and smooth, and I wanted to touch it. Just as I was about to reach up and grab it, however, she pulled farther away, pulling my briefs all the way off. She again kissed up my thighs, drawing moans of pleasure from my lips. Her mouth settled around my testicles, sucking on them, as she reached up to stroke my member. I grasped at the sheets in pleasure, as she picked up her stroking pace, causing me to breathe heavier. She moved her mouth up my shaft, kissing and licking until she reached the head. She swirled her tongue around the head once, and plunged her mouth down on my cock, bobbing her head up and down like a woman possessed. I let out moans of pleasure as she gave me the best blowjob of my life, lightly massaging my balls as she bobbed up and down, faster and faster. I felt the familiar tingle of an orgasm approaching and I bucked my hips, causing my cock to slide deeper into her mouth. She gagged slightly, but knew what was coming. Hot spunk shot into her throat, and she hungrily swallowed every drop. She sucked my cock dry, and proceeded to kiss up my abs and chest to my mouth, and planted a deep, passionate kiss. I tasted my own semen on her breath, and strangely enjoyed the taste. She nuzzled her face into my neck and draped an arm and a leg over my naked body. I felt her cock on my thigh, and wondered if she wanted me to pleasure her too. Seeming to know the question on my mind, she glanced up into my eyes. "I'll be ok," she said softly, "I know this is difficult for you, and I don't want to make you feel like you have to do anything you don't want to do." A Not-So-Small Piece of Heaven Ch. 02 I awoke the next morning and groggily rubbed my eyes. I tried to remember everything that had happened the night before. It all came flooding back to me. I remembered going to dinner with Vicky, her spraining her ankle, us coming back to her apartment, the initial kiss, the trip to the bedroom, and finally her big surprise. And it was a big surprise. I glanced around the room I was in. The walls were a comfortable beige color, with white furniture that complimented it very well. The bed he was in had beige sheets and a white comforter. I was in the bed alone, however, and wondered where Vicky went. I swung my legs out of the bed and sat there, rubbing my eyes for a moment. While my eyes were closed, I felt the bed next to me sink slightly, indicating that someone else had sat beside me. "Morning sunshine," Vicky's voice rang out. "Good morning," I said tiredly, still wishing I could go back to sleep, "How'd you sleep?" "Very well, thank you," she said with a grin, "there's breakfast in the kitchen if you want some." The smell of bacon and eggs flooded my nostrils. I smiled, kissed her on the cheek and stood up. I then realized I was still naked, and bent down to pick up my briefs. I pulled them on and turned to her, still sitting on the bed. Her eyes ran up and down my slim, muscular body and she gave that coy little smile again. "How's your ankle?" I asked. "It feels a lot better today," she said with a smile "I don't even have a limp." "That's certainly good news," I said, "Let's go get some breakfast." We walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. I looked hungrily at the breakfast she had made. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice sat on the table. I served myself and dug in, not realizing until I sat down how hungry I was. We ate in a sort of awkward silence, not really knowing what to say to one another. It was her that broke the ice. "So what does this all mean?" she asked worriedly. "What does what all mean?" I asked, not knowing exactly what she meant. "With us, with what happened last night, I want to know what you think of it all," she said in a soft voice, not looking in my eyes. I brought my hand to her chin and brought her head up. I looked into her eyes and smiled. "I had a great time last night. Albeit it wasn't what I expected," I said, which made her wince slightly "I had fun, and I like you a lot. I don't want to stop seeing you. You're more beautiful than any woman I've ever met, even if you're not one hundred percent woman." Her face lit up at hearing this, and leaned across the table and kissed me. She was wearing an oversized T-Shirt with apparently nothing else. As she lifted to lean across the table, I saw the head of her limp penis show from underneath. My cock stirred in my briefs at the sight. I had never thought I would have any relations with someone with a penis, girl or boy. But here I was, with a desire to explore that side of sexuality. It occurred to me that she caught me peeking, and she smiled seductively. "Like what you see?" she asked playfully. "I'm not going to lie, I kind of do," I purred into her ear, running my hand over her back. I felt a shiver run over her as she slid her tongue into my mouth. I sucked it in eagerly and ran my hand through her hair. She leaned over the table more, knocking a plate off. It fell to the ground and shattered. "Oops!" I exclaimed with surprise, "Want me to get that?" "Later," She breathed, climbing even more onto the table. She pushed more dishes off of the table as she climbed over and straddled me in the chair. I pulled her hips close as she ground her crotch against mine. I felt my cock harden as she moaned softly into my mouth. I felt her cock start to harden against my abs. I pulled her even closer as she nibbled on my neck. Her hot breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine. I stood up, picking her up as I did so, and carried her into the living room. I laid her down on the couch, and she pulled me on top of her, wrapping her legs around my waist. I felt her hand reach down and stroke my hard-on through my briefs. I let out a low moan as I slipped my tongue back into her mouth. One hand continued to stroke me, while the other slipped into the back of my briefs, grabbing my muscular ass. I pulled her oversized shirt over her head and threw it on the floor. I slid one hand behind her back and the other cupped her left breast. She pulled my shoulders around and down onto the couch. She slithered on top of me, and began tugging my briefs down. My hard on popped out and slapped against my stomach, making a wet smacking sound. Her mouth immediately went to work. She sucked both testicles into her mouth and massaged them with her tongue. As she did this, she slowly stroked her hand up and down my cock. "Jesus, that feels good," I breathed heavily, trying to resist the orgasm that was slowly building. I didn't want this to be over so soon. She removed my testicles from her mouth and slid her tongue up the length of my rock-hard member. Her lips enveloped the head and I felt her tongue sliding around my piss-hole. She then slid her lips down my shaft, until her nose collided with my pelvic region, my cock nestled comfortably in the back of her throat. I felt her gag slightly as she pulled back up. Her mouth formed into a smile as she looked at me, and she slowly kissed up my abs and chest until she reached my mouth again. Her tongue slid between my parted lips as her hands rubbed up and down my midsection. "I want you to fuck me," she breathed heavily. "Like, in your ass?" I asked stupidly. She smiled and bit her lip at the same time, nodding her head enthusiastically. "I want you to make me your woman." At this she raised her hand up to her mouth and spit into it. She rubbed the saliva all over her puckered rosebud, and then the remainder all over the head of my cock. She sat up, straddling me, and put the head of my member at the entrance of her waiting hole. She spread her ass cheeks apart and the head of my cock penetrated the outer ring of muscle. She gasped at the feeling, and slid down even farther. A couple of wiggles later, I felt my balls touch her ass. I had never had anal sex before, and this was completely new to me. I was balls deep in a gorgeous shemale's ass. I raised my head and looked at her straddling me. Her nipples were erect, standing at attention. Her cock was also erect, and her balls were sitting on my pelvic region. The sight really turned me on for some reason. I wanted to see those cock and balls flailing around as I pushed in and out of her. I pulled my knees up slightly and grasped her hips. "Oh my god, fuck me Carter!" she cried out, throwing her head back at the feeling of being so full. I slowly began thrusting in and out of her, letting her adapt to my rock hard cock in her ass. She threw her head back and moaned, her hands rubbing up and down my chest. She began bouncing up and down to meet my thrusts. The feeling of her ass squeezing my member was amazing. She seemed to know just when to contract and relax her muscles to make it feel better than anything I'd ever felt before. She then reached down to her own cock, and began stroking it rapidly. The sight turned me on a great deal, and I began pushing in and out of her with more enthusiasm. I felt my orgasm building, but repressed it, as I wasn't ready for this to end yet. I heard her moan, and before I knew it, a rope of spunk shot out of her cock, landing on my chin and chest. The rest of her load landed on my chest and abs. She looked down at me with a frightened look on her face. "I'm so sorry!" She cried out. "I was trying to hold it in! I didn't mean to cum on you. I didn't know what to think at first. I had never had cum on me before, other than my own. I stopped thrusting and just sat there for a moment, a bit bewildered. I then had an idea. I wanted to experiment with this further, and also put her at ease. I wanted her to know that she was accepted with me. I reached up and wiped the spunk off of my chin. I brought my hand up in front of my face and made a big show out of examining it. A shit-eating grin spread across my face, and I plunged my fingers into my mouth, licking them clean. The taste was actually quite pleasant. It didn't exactly taste good, but the actions it was associated with gave it a positive connotation in my mind. Vicky looked shocked for a moment, and then broke into a grin herself. She then started bouncing up and down on my member with renewed energy. Her muscles were contracting and relaxing like crazy, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I came. "Fill me up, Carter. I want to be full of your cum. Make me your woman!" she cried out, bringing her hands up to her breasts and playing with them. I felt a tightness in my balls that I'd never felt before. My orgasm built and built until I couldn't hold back anymore. I let out a grunt and shot spurt after spurt of cum into her bowels. After I was done, I had another idea. After liking semen the first time, why not try it again? I pulled her up off of my cock. It came out of her ass with a soft plop and fell onto my stomach. I pulled her hips up over my face, so her tight, puckered rosebud was right above my mouth. I plunged my tongue inside, sucking out every drop of semen that I could. This drove her crazy, and I could see her cock start to harden again. I had still never touched her penis, at least not intentionally, and I figured now was as good a time as any to start. I reached up around her and started stroking her cock slowly. She looked down at me, a worriedly look smeared across her face. "Are you sure? I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with." She said, lifting off of my face. "I want to do this, or else I wouldn't be doing it." I said with a small smile. She seemed relieved to hear this, and sat back down on my face. My tongue probed her eager hole. I licked up and down her crack, looking for any spunk that may have gotten away. She then leaned forward and enveloped my semi-hard cock in her mouth. She began bobbing her head up and down, bringing it back to full hardness. The feeling was incredible. Her tongue was swirling around the head of my cock as she bobbed up and down. I tried to slide my tongue as far into her tight hole as I could, burying my face between her cheeks. I stroked her hard cock faster. I heard her moan around my cock in her mouth, and I felt her ass start to contract around my tongue. She lifted her mouth off of my cock and began to moan in ecstasy. I felt her hot seed spilling across my stomach and chest as she unloaded squirt after squirt of hot cum. This sent me over the edge, as I began to unload my own spunk. It splattered all over my stomach and chest, mixing with hers and creating a pool on my stomach. She stood up and kneeled over me, licking our combined juices off of my stomach, not content until not a drop remained. After she had licked my midsection clean, she climbed on top of me and nuzzled into the nook of my arm and shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her, a smile spreading across my face. "Have fun?" she asked playfully. "Oh, you bet," I said back, not opening my eyes. "What do you say we go get some more sleep?" she asked, looking rather tired. "Yeah, that sounds good," I said, realizing I was pretty tired from today's activities myself. I stood up and let her climb on my back. I felt her soft cock and balls nestled at the top of my ass crack. The feeling sent a shiver down my spine, and made me wonder if I would ever want to explore being anally pleasured by her. I banished the thought from my mind with a yawn, and walked towards the bedroom. She climbed off of my back and pulled back the covers of her bed. She climbed under, and held them up for me to join her. I climbed in and slid an arm underneath her. I wrapped it around her and pulled her close to me. She looked up into my eyes and smiled. I kissed her nose and she nuzzled against my chest. We fell asleep happy, for the second time in twenty four hours. I woke up a few hours later in a bit of a daze. I glanced down and saw Vicky nestled against me, on arm and one leg draped over my body. I had to use the bathroom, so I quietly slid out from under her and padded across the room to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and lifted the toilet seat lid. I stood there, peeing, and thought about the events of the last couple of days. If someone had told me that I would be having sex with a girl that had a penis, I would have laughed and called them crazy. This situation was completely insane, but at the same time I couldn't get enough. I had never felt this way about a girl before, and never been so attracted to one. I realized that it was probably because of that seven and a half inch beauty hanging between her thighs. The thought of it made my penis twitch, sending a stream of piss onto the toilet rim. "Damnit," I said quietly to myself. I unrolled some toilet paper and wiped it up. I flushed the toilet and walked over to the sink to wash my hands. As I washed my hands, I felt Vicky wrap her arms around my naked waist from behind. I smiled and turned around, picking her up into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my back and I kissed her deeply. "How'd you sleep?" I asked, running my hands up and down her back. "Great!" she exclaimed, a huge grin on her face, "How about a shower?" "Sounds good to me," I whispered, thinking about how much fun that could be. She pried herself off of me, and turned to turn on the shower. As she bent over to reach the temperature control, I glanced between her legs. I saw her balls hanging down, and her limp penis peeking out from behind them. Why was I so attracted to this? I never had an attraction to penises before, but now her's drove me crazy. I felt my penis start to get hard at the sight, and decided to have a little fun. I came up behind her and inserted my penis into her crack and slid it up and down. I heard her moan softly and push backwards against my groin. I then got an urge. An urge I had never felt before, and I had to act on it. I spun her around and looked down at her now hard member. I had never done this before, and didn't know where to start. To be continued.... A Not-So-Small Piece of Heaven Ch. 03 I bit my lower lip, looking into her eyes. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to get on my knees and slide that gorgeous cock of hers in my mouth. But I'd never done it before, and I was scared. Sucking penis wasn't exactly on my bucket list. She lightly touched my arm, a puzzled look on her face. "What's the matter?" She asked worriedly, not sure what was bothering me. "Well, it's just that I want to please you like you've been pleasing me, but I'm nervous about it," I admitted bashfully. "There's nothing to worry about. If you don't feel comfortable doing it, then don't do it," she replied. So many thoughts were running through my head. She had pleased me orally, and I wanted to be able to do the same for her. If this relationship was going to work, it was going to have to be mutual. I knew that, and I'm sure in the back of her mind she knew it too. I looked down at her now semi-hard cock. It shouldn't have been hard to do, just get down there and put it in my mouth. But something was stopping me. It was the pre-determined statement that sucking a cock made you gay. Whoever first said that had never seen Vicky, however. She was gorgeous, and she wouldn't be her without a cock. And even if I did do it, it's not like anyone would know about it. I wasn't exactly planning on broadcasting that my new girlfriend was a shemale. I put the lid of the toilet seat down and sat on it. I pulled her close to me, looking up into her eyes. Her cock was pressed against my chest. It was warm and soft. I kissed her stomach, in a circle around her belly-button. She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned softly. My kisses ventured lower, now almost at the base of her cock, which was now growing harder against my chest. I kissed around to the left of it and down her thigh as far as I could reach. I kissed my way back up and over around to the right of it. Vicky was slowly gyrating her hips, indicating that she wanted more. I kissed back up to the middle, right above the base of her cock. She was completely shaven, and I felt no hair as I nuzzled my face into her soft skin. I felt her cock spring loose of my chest and smack under my chin. That small action was the breaking point. I had to have it in my mouth, no matter what. I jerked my head back and plunged it down on her cock. She let out a gasp and her handhold on my hair tightened slightly. I bobbed my head up and down, swirling my tongue around her swollen head. Her breathing picked up, and she began to lightly thrust her hips to meet my head plunging down her thick shaft. I reached under her cock and began massaging her balls with one hand, and my other gripped the base of her cock as I pumped up and down with my mouth like a madman. I looked up at her while I was sucking. Her whole body was quivering in pleasure, her beautiful breasts trembling with each thrust of her hips. I took my hand off of her balls and began stroking my own rock hard member. I felt her quivering becoming more intense. With no warning, I felt her first spurt of semen hit the back of my throat. I gagged as more and more was pumped into my mouth. I pulled my mouth off of her cock and pushed her away. I was horrified at what I'd done. I'd put a penis in my mouth and sucked it to orgasm. I quickly stood up and spit her semen into the sink. She was leaning against the wall, tears streaming from her eyes. I didn't even look at her. I opened the bathroom door and stormed out. "Carter, please!" I heard her yell from behind me. I quickly dressed and got out of her apartment. I drove home in shock, in complete disbelief and what I had done. Touching it was one thing, even fucking her wasn't that bad, but sucking her off wasn't the same. I felt dirty, and worse than I'd ever felt before in my life. I was terrified. When those blasts of semen shot into my throat, it had all hit me what I was doing. She had a penis. It didn't matter what the rest of her looked like, she still had the manliest organ anyone could have. Was I gay now? Or bisexual? What if my friends found out? I couldn't talk to anyone about this. And I could never see Vicky again. My thoughts then strayed back to Vicky. I couldn't imagine how she must be feeling right now. A pang of regret struck me. I should have at least explained myself. I decided I would call her in a couple of days, after I had gathered my thoughts more. I got back to my apartment and immediately started the shower running. I leaned over the counter and looked at myself in the mirror. I shuddered and brushed my teeth and gargled mouth wash. I got in the shower and rinsed myself off. Feeling a little bit better after the shower, I decided I would rent a movie on Pay-Per-View. I popped some popcorn and sat down to watch. I had decided to watch some manly action flick so I didn't feel as gay. Ten minutes into the movie, my phone rang. I paused the movie and walked over to where it was sitting on the counter. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Vicky. I mulled it over whether to answer it or not. I decided not to. Feeling disgusted with myself, I turned off the movie and went to bed. Penis or not, this was no way to treat a human being. I crawled under the sheets and stared at the ceiling. My conscious was starting to kick in. I tried not to think of her as the beautiful woman that she was. I felt my cock stir. I stood up and paced around the room. I shouldn't be turned on by her. When she first showed me that she was a shemale, I thought I was ok with it. It must have been my hormones talking. I must have been so horny I was willing to have sex with anything. That consoled me a little bit. It wasn't really me thinking. And when I woke up for round two, I must have been in a sleepy, food-deprived daze. Thinking these things made me feel a little better, but running the events through my head from last night and earlier today I noticed I was sporting another hard on. I got back into bed. I wasn't going to masturbate. That would be the gay thing to do, and I didn't want to. A tear rolled down my cheek. What kind of human being was I? I totally devastated a creature that had shown me nothing but love. But the prospect of letting her into my life scared me. I didn't know how to handle the fact that she wasn't one hundred percent woman. I looked at the clock. The time read 12:30. I decided I had to call her. I couldn't keep doing this to myself and her. I picked up my phone and dialed her number. It rang four times and she picked up. "Hello?" I heard through the receiver. She sounded like she had been crying. "It's me," I said, bracing myself for whatever reaction. "Haven't you humiliated me enough?" she whispered. "I called to explain myself," I said, a hint of anger in my voice. "I just freaked out. I didn't know how to handle it. I've had this societal lesson not to do things like that. That it's gay. And that all sort of rushed into my head when you came in my mouth. I didn't know how to handle it, so I panicked and left. I feel terrible about it, and I feel terrible about what you must be going through right now." I trailed off, waiting to hear her reaction. She was silent for half a minute. "You really hurt me today Carter. At least the other guys I had been with left when they knew what I was. They didn't get my hopes up. They didn't tell me it was no problem. They at least manned up and told me that they weren't ok with it. You didn't. You lied to me, and made a fool out of me. I don't think I can ever forgive you for this, Carter. So maybe we shouldn't see each other again." Tears welled up in my eyes. The hurt in her voice made me realize just how wrong I was. "I understand," I breathed. "No, Carter, you don't. I've spent my whole life looking for a guy to be ok with me. I thought it was you. You crushed me. I don't know if I'll ever build up the confidence to go out and look again," she said. I could tell she was crying. I bit my lower lip, stifling a sob. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "Goodbye Carter," she said matter-of-factly. And with that she hung up the phone. I listened to the dial tone for two minutes. When I finally hung up the receiver, I turned towards my bedroom, tears streaming down my cheeks. I climbed into bed and fell into a fitful sleep within an hour. The next morning I woke up and immediately jumped in the shower. I felt empty and crushed. I couldn't explain to myself why. If I was so hesitant to do anything with her, why was I so upset about losing her? I shouldn't have cared. But I did. I cared a lot. As I stood in the shower, I let the warm water stream over my body. Thoughts of Vicky swam into my head. I noticed my member start to harden. I took it in my hand and began to stroke it. I didn't care about being "gay" anymore. I just needed to let off some of this frustration. I pictured Vicky on all fours, wiggling her ass at me. Her balls hanging loosely between her legs. My stroking quickened, and a soft moan escaped my lips. I pictured burying my face between her cheeks and tonguing her hole, pushing in as far as I could. I pictured caressing her balls with my hand while I did so. The image sent me over the top and I shot my load on the shower wall. I watched it slowly run down the wall. It was at this moment that I realized I needed her back. I needed to feel her legs wrapped around my waist and her soft lips against mine. I needed to feel her arms tightly hugging my neck as I held her against me. I got out of the shower and quickly dried off. I dressed in jeans and a black V-neck and grabbed my car keys. I went down the steps of my apartment two at a time and got to my car. I pulled out of the parking lot with reckless abandon. I knew I needed to get there as fast as I could. I pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex. I quickly hopped out of my car and ran up the stairs. I rapped on her door and took a step back. I slid my hands in my pockets nervously, hoping she was home. I stood there for two minutes. When nobody came to the door, I hung my head and slowly started making my way to the stairs. When I'd made it a few feet towards the stairs, I heard the door open behind me. "Carter?" I heard Vicky say, a surprised tone in her voice. I spun around and looked at her. She was gorgeous. She had on some tiny red pajama shorts and a white tank top. She was barefoot. I felt my cock stir. "What are you doing here?" she asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the door frame. "I had to come see you. I need to talk to you," I replied nervously, praying she wouldn't turn me away. She took a long time to reply. She looked at me, nervous expression on her face. "Come in then, I guess," she finally replied. My heart leapt into my throat. I took a few tentative steps towards the door. She moved aside to let me pass. I walked into her apartment for what I hoped wouldn't be the last time. She stepped in behind me and shut the door. "Have a seat," She said, gesturing towards the couch. I sat down on the couch. Memories of what happened on this couch made my cock stir again. "Why are you here?" she asked, sitting beside me. She sat far enough away to seem distant but close enough to seem casual. "I had to come talk to you," I said nervously. "I had a realization this morning. I realized I truly am ok with the way you are. I know that's probably hard to believe, but it's true. I wouldn't like you any other way. And I came because I want you back. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to show you off to the world. You're beautiful, and I was so wrong to push you away." As I talked, her look went from one of nervousness, to one of skeptical happiness. "I want to believe you, Carter, I really do. But you really did hurt me. I liked you so much, and you ran out. How can you prove to me that this is true? That you're not going to do that to me again?" I looked into her eyes. In one swift motion I scooted across the couch towards her, enveloped her in my arms, and kissed her. I kissed her like I'd never kissed any woman before in my life. I felt resistance at first, but she then started kissing back. I felt her arms wrap around my neck, and one of her hands run through my hair. I slid my tongue into her mouth to feel it welcomed by her own tongue. I pulled her more tightly to me. She pulled away, and looked at me. It was a very serious look, and I realized I might have gone too far. "You better not be lying to me, Carter. If you do what you did before again, it'll devastate me beyond belief. I'm giving you a second chance. Please don't hurt me again," she said, looking deep into my eyes. I stared back. "I'm not lying. I'm in this for the long haul." With that, she pulled back towards me and slid her tongue back into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her. She sat her legs down over my leg and ran her hands through my hair. I felt my cock hardening. I felt my shirt being tugged over my head and I raised my arms to allow her to take it off. She swung her legs off and pushed me down onto the couch. She crawled on top of my, running her hands over my abs and chest. I ran my hands down her back to her cute ass. I squeezed it and pulled her down onto my crotch, grinding it against her. I felt her unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them off. She stood up and pulled from the legs. They got stuck and we both laughed as we struggled to get them off. She finally pulled them over my ankles and practically jumped back on top of me. I pulled her tank top off. She wasn't wearing a bra. I felt her cock pressing against my thigh. I pulled off her pajama shorts. She wasn't wearing underwear either. Her cock sprang up to attention. I decided I was going to prove to her how serious I was about being with her. I rolled her over so I was on top and slithered down her body. I enveloped her cock in my mouth. I felt heard her gasp as she bucked her hips upward in surprise. This caused her cock to slide into the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, but then relaxed my throat and allowed it to slide in. I pulled back up and then plunged back down, my nose colliding with her pubic bone. I felt the slight stubble from her shaved crotch on my nose as I deep-throated her. She was moaning loudly. "Carter, I'm going to cum!" she cried out. I stayed on her cock, bobbing my head up and down with machine-like speed. I felt her penis start to twitch in my mouth, as globs of semen shot out. I swallowed all of it hungrily, not wanting to miss a drop. I lovingly licked and kissed the head of her cock, causing her to spasm, as the head was extremely sensitive after an orgasm. She grabbed under my arms and tried to pull me up on top of her. I crawled up again and sank my tongue into her mouth. She tugged my underwear down around my hips, letting my cock spring free. Her cock was already hard again, and I could see it's swollen purple head pressed between our bodies. She spit on her hand and rubbed it on the head of my cock, and then into her hole. She pulled her legs back and spread wide, allowing me easy access to her tight, puckered hole. I slid in with little difficulty. She moaned my name as my balls slapped against her ass. I thrusted in and out of her, my balls making slapping sounds against her ass as I pushed in and out. She reached around her leg and began to stroke her cock. She timed her stroking in union with my thrusting. I felt my orgasm building. She began hers, and her ass contracted around my cock, pushing me over the edge. I pulled out of her ass and grabbed her cock. I put both of our cocks in one hand and stroked them in union. We both shot ropes of cum out onto her stomach, the heads of our cocks rubbing together. It was the greatest feeling in the world. After we had both recovered, I got up and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. We wiped ourselves down and jumped in the shower to wash off the rest. We crawled into her bed and fell asleep in each other's arms once again. THE END. A Not-So-Small Piece of Heaven "Thank you" I rasped, still catching my breath from my intense orgasm, "This is all new. I'm going to need to take this at my own pace." "I understand. It means the world to me that your still here at all," she breathed into my neck. I felt an extreme connection to this girl, and didn't want to leave her side. We fell asleep in each other's arms, and as I drifted to sleep, I wondered what the next day would bring us....