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Chapter 50 Club Napoleon
“How’s your steak, Les” asked Portia? It was Saturday night. Portia and Stacy had invited Monk and Les to dinner at Club Napoleon.
“Fantastic, just the way I like it,” said Les. “We really appreciate you inviting us tonight.”
“Yeah, it was great of you to bring us,” said Monk.
“I thought we all deserved a good meal in interesting surroundings,” said Portia. “It’s been a tough semester.”
“And yours, Monk,” asked Stacy? “How’s the lobster?”
“Terrific, the food here is wonderful. And this place is so fucking cool,” said Monk. “I have always wanted to hang out with CDs. Some of these guys are gorgeous.”
“CDs, transsexuals, transvestites, and transgenders are all represented her tonight,” said Portia looking around the room. “Club Napoleon is the ultimate in chic gender switching.”
“Transgender is when a man goes all the way to a woman, snip, snip,” said Les.
“Not really,” said Portia. “And the terms apply to women as well as men.”
“Okay, genius, how does it all work,” asked Monk looking around the large dining room?
“Don’t call me that. I hate it when you call me that,” said Portia getting angry.
“Well you are one. One hundred seventy five is fifteen points above the genius level,” said Les.
“I know but it makes me feel like a freak. Tonight, I just want to be a normal slut hoping to get a laid. So no more genius shit,” said Portia.
“You two leave Portia alone,” said Stacy. “Or we won’t screw you anymore.”
“Sorry, Portia, my deepest apologies” said Monk. “Please note I always cave under threat of being cut off.”
“Me too, sorry Portia,” said Les. “Where were we on the subject of sex change?”
“Yeah, we came to college to learn and have new experiences but Harvard is neglecting our education when it comes to gender modification,” said Monk.
“A transvestite is a person who dresses and acts in a manner traditionally associated with the opposite sex. In general, transvestism or cross dressing implies the person has not undergone surgery or hormone therapy to physically become the opposite sex,” said Portia. “It’s about clothes, makeup, wigs, etc plus and this is very important, thinking of yourself as a woman and wanting others to consider you female. The psychological component is critical to the cross dresser.”
“Cross dressers are gays trying to attract other men,” said Monk.
“Not true in all cases, there are strictly heterosexual cross dressers. Being dressed as a woman arouses them but their desires are heterosexual,” said Portia. “I know that sounds illogical; but it’s true.”
“You mean that tall broad shouldered lady in the blue dress at the next table would be more interested in your ass than mine,” asked Les in a whisper?
“It’s a possibility. The lady in question is wearing a wedding ring and the other lady who I assume is his wife is wearing one also. But then again they may both be bisexual.”
“Sex and gender can be very confusing,” said Stacy.
“I used to take my sister’s panties out of the laundry hamper, wrap them around my cock and jerk off. Sometimes I’d put them on and watch myself stroking it in the mirror,” said Monk. “Does that make me a cross dresser?”
“I don’t have a sister so I had to use my mother’s panties,” said Les
“No, Monk, it means you cross dressed at one time but you haven’t continued the practice,” said Portia. “As for you, Les, you have incest issues. I don’t think occasionally trying on women’s panties or even hose and heels make you a CD.”
“All guys fantasize about doing their mom. My mom was still young and pretty when I was going through puberty,” said Les.
“Girls fantasize about their fathers at least I did. I bet you looked darling in your sister’s panty, Monk,” said Stacy.
“Will you let me wear yours when we go in the maze,” asked Les?
“For certain, I’m wearing a thong,” said Stacy. Stacy took out her pen and scribbled a note on a napkin. She quietly signaled the waiter over and handed him the napkin and a twenty-dollar bill.
“Have either of you two ever had sex with a man dressed as a woman,” asked Monk?
“Once but he wasn’t fully dressed,” said Stacy recalling her meeting with the Russos. “He was wearing a blonde wig, make-up, bra stuffed with falsies, garter belt, panty, hose, and high heels.”
“Did it turn you on,” asked Monk?
“No, I almost burst out laughing. He has a lot of body hair and it looked all wrong,” said Stacy. “Good cross dressing requires skill and perseverance.”
“If he had gotten rid of the hair, what would you have thought,” asked Les?
“He would have looked much better,” said Stacy. “But I wouldn’t have considered him a major turn on. What got my engine started was his nine inch cock peeking over the waistband.”
“So did you have sex with him,” asked Monk?
“Of course,” said Stacy.
“How was it,” asked Les?
“Good, he had a very thick instrument that touched all the right places. I believe he was chemically reinforced, as he stayed hard after he blasted a large load in my well-fucked cunt. Furthermore his wife possessed a talented tongue plus some interesting toys,” said Stacy recalling Vera Russo’s dildo collection.
“His wife was there,” asked Monk?
“Yes, she arranged the hookup,” said Stacy.
“I envy you two. Women these days have a much more interesting sex life than men,” said Les.
“Thanks, I thought Stacy and I were making it interesting for you,” said Portia.
“You do make it interesting. Sorry, didn’t mean anything by it. So where were we?” said Les.
“Cross dresser and transvestite are synonyms. While most transvestites are interested in attracting the same gender for homosexual sex, there are strictly heterosexual males who are into woman,” said Stacy.
“So what’s a drag queen,” asked Les.
“A man who dresses in an extremely feminine fashion,” said Portia. “The term drag queen is associated with female impersonators who perform in clubs. They pretend to be Carol Channing or ABBA”
“After a transvestite comes,” asked Monk?
“Transgender, some form of surgery or hormone use is implied. Breast implants are the most common form of transgender surgery,” said Portia. “Male breasts can also be increased with hormone injections.”
“Chicks with dicks, that’s what I hope to meet in the maze,” said Les.
“You probably will. I suspect there are some mighty weapons hidden away under those skirts,” said Stacy.
“When I went to take a whiz, I was standing at the urinal and this CD showed up right beside me. She hiked her skirt up and unlimbered a humongous pecker. Mother was the biggest I’ve ever seen. It had scars on the sides. She peered over at mine and said my Prince Albert looked very nice,” said Les.
“There’s a surgical procedure that will increase your cock size. I suspect there are more than one person in this room with a super-sized cock,” said Stacy wondering if Les had encountered Sir Charles in the restroom.
“So there are men here who go to one surgeon to have big tits implanted so they look more like a girl. Then go to another doctor and have their cock lengthened so they look more like a man. That makes absolutely no sense,” said Monk.
“You’re right but its true,” said Portia.
“Suppose I wanted to become a girl,” asked Les?
“Only three hospitals in the United States will undertake a complete gender change. You have to apply to be accepted into the program. They require a year of psychological counseling to start with. That’s followed by a year of hormone therapy and then you get operated on,” said Portia.
“What kind of operations,” asked Monk?
“Make your Adams Apple less visible, breast implants, and of course, transformation of your genitals,” said Portia.
“How do they go from pole to hole,” asked Les?
“Your scrotum is used to line your vagina. The cock head becomes your clit,” said Portia.
“But you can’t have a baby,” said Monk.
“Of course not,” said Portia.
“Seems unfair,” said Les.
“There’s only so much a surgeon’s scalpel can accomplish,” said Portia.
“So what about women who want to become men,” asked Monk?
“Far less common but there are a class of lesbians called bois that I find interesting,” said Portia.
“A bois is a lesbian,” said Les.
“Bois have their breasts removed,” said Portia. “I think there are several bois sitting at the bar eyeing Stacy.”
“You’re bullshitting me,” said Les. “They cut their tits off.”
“Yes and in certain extreme cases have their vaginas sutured closed and their clits surgically transformed into mini-cocks. I don’t know much about the process but bois express the same sexual attraction toward a female as a man would. I suspect the bois in the pin stripped suit at the end of the bar is fantasizing how she would fuck Stacy like a man even if her equipment isn’t quite up to the task,” said Portia.
“So if I meet a bois in the Maze, she’ll have a flat chest and a clit/dick,” said Monk.
“Yes, and since they are man-phobic, you better turn her over to Stacy quick before she cuts your nuts off,” said Portia.
“You are definitely a bois magnet, Stacy,” said Les.
“Thank you, Les. You say the sweetest things,” said Stacy taking a bite of her dessert.
The six-piece group that entertained at Club Napoleon on weekends was scheduled to start at nine o’clock. At precisely that hour, the leader stepped to the microphone and announced, “We’re going to begin with a special request. Portia and Stacy requested our first offering for Monk and Les. It’s one of my favorites too. The Intruders first released this song in 1970 on their album titled Win Place or Show. ”
The vocalist stepped to the microphone and began to croon, “I’ll Always Love My Mama.”
“Come on. We’re dancing,” said Stacy taking Monk’s hand.
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“Oh God, oh God, it’s too fucking big, you’re killing me,” whined Monk reacting to Sir Charles AKA Charlize forcing his lubricated cock head past Monk’s sphincter. Monk’s anal ring was screaming in pain. The first two inches of his rectum felt like they were on the verge of bursting. His body was covered in perspiration.
“Just relax, Monk,” said Charlize taking a better grip on Monk’s boyish hips preparatory to achieving further penetration.
Stacy wrapped her arms around Monk pulling him into a passionate kiss hoping to distract him as Charlize pressed inward.
Charlize was wearing a white bustier that forced his man breasts up to a respectable height. His matching heels, hose, and garter belt were the British firm Wofford.
At a quarter to midnight the foursome joined the line awaiting the opening of the Maze. Taking their cue from those around them, they made out heavily stroking each other’s sex. At precisely on the hour, the door opened to reveal a fully equipped dressing room. An attendant assigned them a locker. Anxious to participate, they hurriedly undressed.
“I hope you don’t mind but we agreed to meet some friends inside the Maze,” said Portia. Sir Charles and the others had requested the courtesy of being the first to enjoy Monk and Les’ first visit to the Maze.
“Not a problem,” said Les.
“I just hope someone with big cock fucks my ass,” said Monk.
“I think we can accommodate you,” said Stacy taking his hand as they entered the darkened room. Monk and Stacy encountered Charlize immediately.
“This way,” said Charlize taking them by the hand to lead them to a special room reserved for Sir Charles.
“I’m Charlize,” said Sir Charles taking Monk in his arms and kissing him. Monk’s curiosity encouraged him to reach between Charlize’s legs to feel his manhood.
Monk could only manage, “Wow,” as he hand moved down Charlize’s cock.
“You and Stacy suck me then we’ll make a sandwich,” said Sir Charles taking a seat and spreading his legs.
Charlize pinched and pulled his nipples as Monk and Stacy applied themselves to licking and sucking his privates.
“They’re big as grapefruits,” whispered Monk licking a testicle.
“They’re magnificent,” said Stacy before flattening her tongue and moving her head forward to force the head to enter her throat. Taking a final breath through her nose, she relaxed her neck muscles before moving further. She savored the sensation of having her throat filled, pulsing her neck muscles to massage the column of flesh before reluctantly drawing back to breath.
“You are so talented, Stacy,” said Sir Charles.
Once he was fully erect, Charlize directed Monk to mount Stacy. She took Charlize’s place on the couch, spreading her legs then reaching down to guide Monk’s cock into her.
“All men should be required to have a Prince Albert,” moaned Stacy as she felt the metal pass along the walls of her vagina teasing her G-spot. Stacy wrapped her arms around Monk taking his penis inside her then starting to rhythmically move as he thrust in her.
“Stacy said you have been looking forward to this,” said Charlize applying lubricant to Monk’s anus then using his fingers to work the lubricant into his rectum.
“Take a five count breath to relax,” said Stacy.
Stacy’s G-spot was exploiting the presence of Monk’s Prince Albert hardware as his body tensed. Her arms were fully extended with her hands grasping his buttocks separating them so Charlize would have an unobstructed path to Monk’s anus. Seeking to distract Monk, Stacy dug her fingernails into the soft flesh of his bottom as she contracted her abdomen applying the maximum vaginal pressure to Monk’s cock.
Portia was in an adjacent private alcove. Her pussy contained Les’ cock. It was being forcibly pushed to its maximum depth by the presence of Reynolds’ surgically enhanced penis in his asshole. Poor Les had almost fainted when Reynolds’ slipped his well-lubricated member past his sphincter. Portia was similarly attempting to distract the sodomized youth by activating the many muscles lining the walls of her vagina. The fact that such activation also lead to increasing the contact of her nerve ending with his metal piercings added to her zeal. Portia moaned her pleasure as her sensitive flesh pulsated against the stainless steel globes.
“Want a creampie, Les,” asked Simone showing up from out of the darkness to place her ass in proximity to Portia mouth and her pussy to Les’s? “I got a pussy full from one of the trannies.”
“Give me,” Portia answered lifting her head and passing her tongue over Simone’s slippery hole. Simone contracted her abdomen expelling the fluid directly into Portia’s open mouth.
“Les, I have a second hand snowball for you,” said Portia lifting herself again to press her lips to his. Les parted his lips to accept Portia’s offering. He took a few moments to savor the semen and saliva cocktail then using his tongue he spread it throughout his oral cavity before spitting the residue back in Portia’s open mouth.
“It’s not organic,” said Simone as she moved slightly forward to fill Portia’s mouth again. “I got this from Arlene and she started her hormone therapy a month ago. Can you taste the difference?”
“Not really,” said Portia savoring the deposit of used semen on her taste buds.
“Me neither,” said Les who considered himself something of a connoisseur on the subject of body fluids. Les held to the belief that certain fruits enhanced the flavor of semen or female secretions. He was himself partial to the flavor engendered by strawberries and the locally available, Maine wild blueberries.
“Can you taste the hormones, Simone,” asked Portia after providing Les a second mouthful?
“Not really, it’s a little runny but that could be anything,” said Simone.
“There’s a very slight apricot flavor,” said Les after swallowing.
“One of the specials was a chicken apricot entrée. Did Arlene have it?” asked Portia.
“Don’t know but I did,” said Simone.
“So your vaginal fluids may have contaminated the semen giving it an apricot flavor,” said Les.
“Possibly,” said Simone. “I also had Tammy’s cock in my vagina right before Arlene’s.”
“The only resolution would be to go back to Arlene and collect a fresh jism sample in a clean wine glass for us to sample,” said Les.
“You’re distracting me with your nonsense,” said Reynolds taking a firm grip on Les’ flanks and using them as leverage to force his cock to its maximum depth.
“Oh man, I think you just straightened out my lower intestine,” said Les moaning his warm breath onto Simone’s clit.
“Portia, your young man is a truly excellent cunt lapper,” said Simone enjoying the two tongues pleasuring her sex.
“Portia taught me all I know about eating pussy,” said Les.
“Mine was not your first rug munch by any means,” said Portia.
“No, I started in high school but I did not learn how to lick twat big time until I met Portia,” said Les.
“So she was your mentor,” said Simone enjoying the intense pleasure from the way Les was sucking her clitoris.
“Yes, she declared Monk and I orally challenged the first time we went down on her.”
“So she retrained you,” asked Simone?
“Yes, in the alley behind Dunster Street. Oral sex in a garbage dumpster, even the French have not tried that,” said Les beginning to enjoy the sensation of Reynolds’ cock withdrawing to the point that his anal ring was wrapped around the under lip of the mushroom head before beginning its slow inexorable journey to the depths of his GI tract. “Reynolds, this is the greatest ass fucking I’ve ever had. You cock is traveling to places never before visited.”
“Thank you, Les. You have a nice tight hole and I’m enjoying fucking it,” said Reynolds taking it slow wanting it to last.
“Dibs on the felch,” said Simone.
“Hey, I sucked Arlene’s love juice out of your hole. It’s only fair I get to evacuate Les’,” said Portia.
“You girls can share. I’m sure Reynolds will deposit enough for both of you,” said Les. “Based on the size of his nuts, he’ll deliver at least a pint.”
“I bet the French have tried it,” said Portia getting back to the earlier conversation.
“What,” asked Simone?
“Garbage dumpster sex,” said Portia. “It can be a turn on.”
“What makes it so special,” asked Simone her eyes closed enjoying the two busy tongues?
“It has to be a dumpster behind a restaurant so the smell of rotting food acts as an aphrodisiac,” said Portia.
“And the occasional rat scurrying over your feet keeps you hyper alert,” said Les.
“Rats, I wouldn’t mind but the garbage smell could turn me off,” said Simone reaching back to stick a moistened finger in her butthole. “Has Stacy tried it?”
“Yes, not that she ever needs an aphrodisiac. She can get off thinking about sex,” said Portia. “She’s the only person I’ve ever met who can fantasize her way to an orgasm with her hands tied behind her back.
“And the fact that it’s a semi-public place with winos around pissing in the alley adds to the rush,” said Les.
“Here comes your pint,” said Reynolds picking up his pace slamming himself against Les’ bottom.
“Me too, Reynolds, let’s show these sluts that real men can drop their load together,” said Les sensing the upcoming escape of his semen from their reservoir. “Here comes my synchronized swim team, Portia.”
Reynolds and Les convulsed in a simultaneous orgasm.
“Your cum cocktail is ready, Simone,” said Reynolds leaning back to allow Simone to place her mouth over Les’ still open sphincter. In the dark no one could see her hollow her cheeks but the sound of sucking liquid filled the alcove.
“Nothing like the noise of a young woman sucking fresh jism out of a well fucked butt,” said Les his softening cock slowly withdrawing from Portia’s vagina.
“Get under me, Simone and you can add Les’s teaspoon to Reynolds pint,” said Portia slowly and carefully rising to her knees.
“Hey, I’m good for a couple of tablespoons,” said Les.
“Got it. Blending it with my tongue,” said Simone in a muffled voice once she has allowed Les’s semen to slide out of Portia’s vagina into her mouth.
“Let me have some,” said Portia placing her lips against Simone’s. The two girls swapped their mouthfuls back and forth several times.
“Me too, don’t hog the jism you two,” said Les making it a three-way exchange.
“You young people today love to play with body fluids,” said an amused Reynolds.
“Who are you bullshitting, old man? We’re the same age,” said Simone blowing a jism bubble in the dark.
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