The Phantom By Waldo All rights reserved by the Author. This parody of The Phantom and supporting characters (Diana, Hero, etc.) isn't intended to claim ownership of The Phantom character. All comic characters in these stories are the property of their respective publishers. No profit is made from their usage in this story by the author and this story can't be distributed by any site or individual for their profit. This is an adult story. If you're not an adult, don't read any Futher. This is a transgender story where I concentrate more On the story than on the body switch aspects. The Phantom By Waldo Chapter 1 - Life in Skull Cave The unmistakable sound of an ax biting into solid wood kept vibrating loudly through the jungle, echoing off the centuries old trees that populated this deep, dark remote area of the African jungle. As the almost completely nude, elderly male pigmy slowly walked down the trail, the repeating "chunk" sounds kept getting louder as he approached the clearing. Pushing a large, hanging-down leaf away with his ancient, hand-carved walking staff, the native stepped into the clearing, finding the reason for his late afternoon search. In the center of the African jungle clearing, stood an American. It was obvious not only from the clothes, but also from the general stance. While the native men dressed in a simple loincloth and the native women wore a simple cloth wrapped around the waist, those weird Americans preferred to wear long trousers and long-sleeved khaki shirts, regardless of their gender. This American's shirtsleeves were rolled up and a bandanna wrapped around the forehead to catch the dripping sweat from the aggressive wood chopping. The shirt back was dark with a big, wet sweat stain. The pigmy grinned a toothless smile to himself; as the ax-bearer lined up a new two-foot-long clump of wood on the cutting block. Then with one practiced swing, raised the ax high in the air, expertly bringing the ax firmly dead center into the upended chunk of wood. The whack of the ax biting into the wood sounded loud within the echo of the surrounding jungle, almost drowning out the grunting sound of the ax-swinger. The ax-swinger grunted once as the ax was pulled up, lifting the chunk of wood with the ax still partially buried in it. The chunk of wood with the embedded ax kept rising until it was almost directly over the woodchopper's head, then with a second loud grunt, the wood came rushing back at the chopping block. A loud thud sounded as the weight of the wood helped bury the ax-head deeper into the wood. A third loud grunt filled the air as the wood was quickly hoisted high again. This time as the wood smashed against the chopping block, the thud sound was supplemented with a creaking sound as the hammering ax cleaved the wood block into two halves; completely drowning out the fourth loud grunt. "I wish that my oldest son could use an ax the way that you do. I would never worry about my campfire going out," cried the old man in his creaking, ancient voice. The woodchopper's head turned quickly at the first unexpected syllable, knowing too well that the jungle can be a dangerous place. Seeing only the familiar old man leaning on his ancient walking stick, the woodchopper ran a slender hand through the thick lock of dark hair hanging down over her forehead before replying in her pleasant soprano voice revealing a distinctly American accent. "Chopping wood is the only thing that I've found out here in this desolate jungle, to keep my tennis muscles from turning flabby. I wish that I could convince Kit to put in a tennis court close to the cave. I've got to do something to stay in shape or I'll be bigger than your third wife soon." Old man Mozz, the storyteller, smiled at the attractive woman holding the ax. She was the former Diane Palmer, who was now Diana Walker, the wife of The Phantom. >From the pigmy's four foot, three inches tall perspective, she was a giantess at five foot two inches tall. She was dark-haired, favoring the current American hairstyle parted in the middle, which curled about the shoulders. She normally tied her long hair back into a ponytail or wore it in a tight bun when she was exercising, but today, she had let it hang free. Her hair, a rich auburn, flowed thick and rich down the nape of her neck. She was an extremely beautiful, fair-skinned aristocratic young, woman with piercing brown eyes, long dark hair, flashing eyes, and a small, upturned nose over a sensual, voluptuous mouth that looked to be perfect - for either blowing a gentle kiss to her love or wrapping around her man's cock. Her large brown eyes could cause a man to get lost in the dark pools of limpid mystery. Even covered with all the current American fashionable clothes, it was obvious that she had a gorgeous body. The tiny waist, full rounded ass, and big beautiful, firm breasts, that shook and bounced with every little move she made, was very evident; even with the jungle clothes covering most of her perfectly proportioned, lithe body. Her American upbringing was the only reason that she declined to dress native which would reveal her naked body. Although she had a fabulously feminine body, she was also very strong and firmly muscled under her smooth flesh. A few lucky men had seen her `charms' while she bathed in the waterfall. The men talked among themselves about her full breasts with the large nipples. Her frequent walks through the village wearing shorts, revealed her beautiful legs to many a grinning pigmy man. Turning back around to the chopping block, she gave one hard tug on the ax, pulling the ax free, causing her bra-less breasts to jiggle from side to side under the soaked khaki shirt that had molded to her body. She picked up an oily rag and began cleaning the ax as she walked toward the old man whom she knew had come after her to bring her back home. Looking up at the sky, she realized that it would be almost dark when they got back to the village. As she approached him, he turned so he could lead the way down the path letting her follow him, knowing that it would dishonor him if she walked by his side. Even though she was an American and the wife of The Phantom, she was still just a woman. As a woman, she wasn't considered the equal of any of the village men. She knew that the old man didn't consider her to be inferior, but if she showed him disrespect in any tribal custom, then he would have to "teach her the proper respect" with his walking stick. It was only when she was with her husband that she could walk side by side with a man. Although it was 1930 and American women had become liberated, here in the African jungle, a woman had no rights. When she first arrived here, she expected too much. Her liberal attitude caused too many problems among the village people with her very modernistic attitudes. Kit had talked to her and helped some, but it was Doctor Axel who had spoken the words that finally sunk in - "The Phantom's wife must live not only with him, but with his people" which was one of those old jungle sayings that everyone kept telling her. So she accepted the role that the village people expected of her, allowing herself to reveal her true feelings only to her love - Kit or The Phantom as the jungle people called him. The Phantom was a mysterious crusader for justice, an avowed enemy of cruelty and piracy in all forms, who had defended the helpless and innocent against criminals and evildoers for over 400 years. Four hundred years ago, the sole survivor of a pirate raid was washed up on a remote Bengalla beach and was nursed to health by friendly pygmies. On the skull of his father's killer he swore an oath to fight piracy, cruelty, injustice and greed with his sons to follow in his footsteps. Time and again, his enemies killed him, only to see him return and vanquish them; not knowing that it was the next Phantom generation taking his rightful place, replacing the dead Phantom. Thus, The Phantom became known throughout the jungle as the Ghost who walks. Only the pygmies knew the real secret behind The Phantom's mysterious reappearance. They helped keep the secret that the dying Phantom's son would replace the Phantom and maintain the peace. Over the years, twenty different generations of Phantoms had fought and died, succeeded by their next in line heir. Kit was the twenty-first person to swear the oath and to take his father's place. While the pygmies knew the secret, they didn't reveal the secret so other tribe's natives believed him to be the same man -- "The Ghost Who Walks." The legend grew in the deadly jungle. A name whispered -- loved and feared. His home was in the Skull Cave, hidden behind a waterfall, deep in the jungle of the Deep Woods of Bengalla. The Cave contained several big rooms, with one crypt-like room dedicated to the bodies of the deceased Phantoms. Another room was filled with jewels, captured from pirates and wrongdoers. Another room was filled with old chronicles of the earlier Phantom's adventures. Often Diana and Kit would sit in this room as they read of his ancestor's deeds, feeling proud of the men who had preceded the current occupant of the Skull Throne. But Diana's favorite room was the bedroom. The room where Kit would hang up his gunbelt, remove his purple skin-tight uniform, his mid-calf black boots, the purple skullcap and the black facemask. He would remove everything but his two rings. He constantly wore two rings. The Good Mark ring on his left hand had a symbol consisting of four overlapping P-shaped swords forming a cross in a circle. The Skull Mark ring on his right hand bore the symbol of a death's head skull. Both rings left indelible marks on whomever he touched or punched. The Good Mark designated the bearer as being a friend under the protection of The Phantom. Conversely, the Skull Mark indicated a sign that the victim had battled The Phantom. Bad guys got the skull the hard way. His powerful right fist knocked out many a bad guy while leaving the feared, permanent skull mark on their exposed face. Good guys would be lightly touched, leaving a mark that would never fade or be washed off. The first time that he met Diana, he lightly touched the nape of her neck just below her hairline with his ring, leaving his good mark on her. The first time that they made love, she joyously laughed as she examined her body afterwards, fearful that she would find a couple of hundred different permanent ring marks from the way that they had groped each other's body. He had explained before the sex that it was some type of jungle magic that worked the rings and that the rings wouldn't mark her again. The bedroom was their special place that no one else could enter. Not even Devil, the wolf-dog that followed him everywhere. Or Guran, the current leader of the Bandar Pygmies. Or Mozz, the wise elder of the tribe that forecast the future as often as he told of the past. Except for the death of the current Phantom or the birth of a future Phantom was the only time that anyone else could enter their bedroom. In the bedroom, they could release their passion or feel the tenderness of each other's delicate and loving touch. The place where they eased each other's hunger or shared each other's intermost secret. The place that belonged to them, even though they were just the current occupants - the bedroom of The Phantom and his wife. The room where all of the Phantoms over the last four hundred years had been born. ****** Diana followed Mozz into the village, pausing a moment to tug mischievously on Taizza's skirt, who was minding her family's cooking pot. Taizza slapped at her, but Diana easily dodged the friendly blow. They had been the best of friends since Diana first met her several years ago, after Taizza finished puberty. Although there was four years difference in age, Taizza was just as mature as Diana because jungle life forced children to grow up fast. Taizza was a beautiful example of pygmy womanhood and would have to make a mate selection at the next village festival. Taizza had been a beautiful child who had grown up into a beautiful woman. Her long, dark, curly hair was woven into dozens of thick strands. Those strands were threaded through brightly colored beads, which hung to the middle of her shoulder blades. Her ears were pierced numerous times, as were all pigmy women, with several small golden hoops dangling down from her ears. One nostril had been pierced, but she only wore jewelry in her nose during special ceremonies. Her naked upper torso, which had never been hidden behind a blouse, had the subtle curves of a young girl, with young breasts that were conical buds perched high on her chest. The short, mid-thigh skirt emphasized the way that her hips and ass had swollen outward over the last several years. While most native women's legs were very hairy, Taizza had copied Diana's habit of shaving her legs. She was small compared to normal American women, but here in this village of pygmies, she was tall at four foot six inches tall. Diana quickly caught up with Mozz and followed him into the Skull Cave. Within the cave, the rules changed because it was her home. So now that Mozz was her guest, he let Diana walk in front, taking the position of honor. She led him to the circular pit in front of the Skull Throne in the large chamber and sat down cross-legged on the floor. With a little assistance from his walking stick, Mozz eased his elderly body down on the stone. "Your pronunciation is improving. You sound as if you were born in this village now." crackled the old man's voice. "Thank you. But it's all because you insist that I spend an hour doing different types of training every day. I don't mind the pistol shooting nor the boxing, because I've been a tomboy all my life. I enjoy listening to the jungle stories to learn tribal history, but I really don't like the constant language drills. Why do I have to be an expert in every language?" Pointing his cane at her to emphasize his words, he proclaimed in his creaky, ancient voice "You're The Phantom's wife. You're the key to the training of the next Phantom. But don't complain. You're young - I'm old but I also participate every day." "Old man, why don't you rest and let your eldest son do some of your work. You've worked hard all your life. You need to enjoy your grandchildren before it's too late." He grinned that familiar toothless grin as he replied, acknowledging her boasting "Just as there has always been The Phantom, there has always been the old storyteller. Just as my father before me was known as Mozz to our village, I'll live my destiny. When I die, it's soon enough for my son to assume my name." "How many Phantoms have you served?" Although he easily knew the answer, he bowed his head before he looked at the empty Skull Throne as if to find remembrance of someone that he might have forgotten. His voice dropped a couple of octaves before he replied "I've seen four Phantoms in my long lifetime. I've served two Phantoms where I've been knows as Mozz. The magic of the jungle tells me that I'll serve one more Phantom before I die." "No way. You're over a hundred now. The only way that you can see another Phantom is for me to get pregnant, for the kid to grow up and for Kit to die. You'll never last that long, old man." Nodding toward the throne with a sad look on his ancient wrinkled face, Mozz softly replied "I wish that I would be wrong for once." Something in Mozz's tone scared Diana. Although it was a daily ritual for her to spend an hour with Mozz daily to learn the tribal folklore and language, she didn't feel like having a lesson anymore today. Quickly changing the subject, she listened to the old man recall one of the legends that he liked to talk about. After a few minutes of listening to Mozz's stories, Diana pretended that she was tired, suggesting to him that she was going to turn in early. After Mozz left, Diana went into her bedroom where she selected a change of clothes. All that chopping wood had left her smelling like one of those college football players that she used to date. She carried her clothes and towel out of the cave, then headed toward the nearby lake formed by the waterfall. Although it was dark, she didn't fear anything. After all, she was protected by The Phantom and there was an old jungle saying - "a beautiful woman clad in the finest jewels may walk in the jungle safely at midnight, knowing she'll be safe because of The Phantom's protection." Approaching the waterfall, she paused for a second, hearing some faint sound almost hidden by the sound of the waterfall. Stepping quietly, she approached the long, flat rock at the base of the waterfall that was a favorite showering place. As her eyes searched the deep shadows beside the waterfall, she saw someone underneath the waterfall. A few steps closer and she observed that it was a naked Taizza. A splashing sound stopped Diana from speaking to her friend. Turning her head slightly, she saw someone swimming across the lake. Stepping back into the darkness, she watched as the swimmer continued toward the flat rock where Taizza was apparently waiting for the approaching swimmer. Staying in the shadows and using the boulders to hide behind, Diana slipped closer to the rock so that she could eavesdrop on her friend. The swimmer climbed up on the rock, revealing his diminutive, but well-developed young pigmy body. Diana recognized him as one of the men from a neighboring pigmy village, who was only a couple of years older than Taizza. The water glistened in the dim moonlight, revealing his muscular, naked ebony body as he stood in front of Taizza. Diana was close enough so that she could see goose bumps on his body, which she knew were caused by excitement, not by cold. Looking at Taizza, Diana noticed that Taizza's nipples were sticking out hard on her pouty conical, half apple size breasts. Dim moonlight glistened off her nubile body. Except where the patch of dark pubic hair between her legs absorbed the moonlight. Standing beside Taizza, he stroked her chin with his fingers. She jumped slightly, then opened her mouth but said nothing. Her hand covered his hand as she gently guided his hand down to the side of her naked butt. He slowly moved his hand lower, but she still held on gently, pulling it back up to where she wanted it to rest. She stared straight into his eyes as they stood there. "Hello Taizza." "Men don't swim here at night. It belongs to Diana." "She is with the storyteller. If she comes out here, it won't be until later. Did you know that I've got my own cow now?" "No, Mauba. Why should I care about your cow?" she asked as she stepped away from him, letting his hand drop back to his side. "Because it means that I can soon seek a wife. I plan to ask your father what your dowry is!" She turned to face him again, her white teeth gleaming in the dark as she smiled "Dowry? Surely you jest. Why do you think that I would let my father even talk to you?" "Because I'll be a great warrior someday. A warrior that deserves many wives, but only wants one - You. When we were children, Mozz declared that we would make a fine family." "He's an old man who has no right to give me away. I'm free to choose whomever I wish. Why should I choose you?" she declared with a pixie smile on her dark face. "Because your heart tells you that I'm the man that you can love. Because your brain tells you that I'm a good man that'll take care of you and treat you with the respect that my wife deserves. Because your body tells you that you want me as much as I want you." Taizza's voice changed pitch as she responded "I'll let you talk to my father. Now go away before you're seen here with me." "No. I can't go back to my hut and sleep, knowing that you're so close, yet so far away. I want you." "I've promised my father that I'll remain a virgin until my wedding. Go before you make me break my promise." "I'll honor your promise. I promise that I'll cut my cock off before I let you break your vow." Her mouth formed a perfect smile in the dim moonlight as she responded "Good. I'll hold you to your promise. Before you go, will you wash my back?" Diana shifted position slightly so that she was sitting on a rock behind the boulder. When she looked up again, Mauba's hand was holding a bar of soap. He was also brushing the top of her chest as Taizza pulled her shoulders back, thrusting her chest out to meet his hand. Diana watched as the soap bubbles formed on Taizza's chest before the bubbles gently flowed down her breasts. Mauba's hands cupped Taizza's perky breasts as he coated them with the slick soap. Mauba smiled as he pretended to be only washing her breasts. Even from Diana's slightly distance position, she could see that Taizza's nipples were stiff like little erasers. As Mauba pulled at the perky nipples, Taizza squirmed and wriggled, as she found herself enjoying what he was doing to her. She took the soap bar from him, then she dropped the soap on the ground. "Pick it up, please!" she commanded in a husky voice. As he bent down to pick up the soap, she took one step forward so that her crotch was almost touching his forehead. Diana smiled, knowing that he would get a good smell of her friend's musky vagina that close. Being a smart young man, he stayed down, but raised his head to stare at her pussy for several seconds before she stepped back, holding out her hand for the soap. He straightened up, handing her the soap as she commanded "Turn around. Let me show you how to wash someone's back." He turned around so that she could begin lathering his back. After getting his back all slick and coated with a soapy lather, she stepped forward and rubbed her breasts against his back in small circles. She didn't press hard against his back, only letting her eraser nipples rub his lower shoulders, causing him to arch his back to the touch. Unable to take any more of the enjoyable sensation, he turned around so that they faced each other. He stared deeply into her eyes as he licked his lips, giving her the look that only lovers can give each other. She stepped forward pressing her lips against his lips as his arms wrapped around her. They shared a long, passionate kiss, before Taizza pushed herself away with a slight moan. With a gentle pressure from her hand, she guided his mouth to her nipple. He cupped the other breast as she softly stroked his hair. Diana's position behind the boulders was close enough so that she could hear the little slurping sounds that Mauba was making, even over the noise of the waterfall. He rolled her other nipple between his fingers causing Taizza to sigh in pleasure. He rubbed her clit from the bottom of its base to the tip with a finger, causing her to jump and pull away. He groaned "I promise that I won't touch you with my cock." "We shouldn't be doing this.", she whispered to him. He ignored her and guided her so that she laid down on the flat rock, knowing that she couldn't struggle if she wanted to. She began making a sound like a purr, as he rubbed her clit with one hand as his other hand repeatedly stroked her nipple. She jerked as he gently rubbed his finger against her cunt. Every time he moved his finger up or down, she jumped a little. For several long seconds, he stroked his finger directly against her pussy. Then he removed his finger and put his face beside her pussy. Gently breathing and blowing on her clit, he got it fully extended. Then he sucked on her clit so hard it made her jump again as she shivered with pleasure. Taizza released a soft squeal and pushed her hips forward to meet his mouth. He placed his tongue in her slit, resulting in a loud moan. As his head bobbed up and down, it was obvious to Diana that he was using his stiff tongue as a cock. "More, no stop, ugh, yes, yes, I want you, ohhhh!" she groaned out loud as he brought her to the edge of an orgasm. Her hips thrust forward meeting his tongue, driving his tongue deeper as her hips pounded faster against his face. Then her body stiffened. She wrapped her legs tightly around his head. Her hips spasm uncontrollably as the orgasm rushed through her body. Just as quickly as it began, her body relaxed and her legs unwound from his head. As he pulled his head back, her juices gleamed on his face. She curled up in a ball with a huge smile on her face as Mauba dived into the water, swimming back to the other shore. After several minutes of lying still, Taizza slowly sat up. She picked up the bar of soap and lathered her body before diving into the lake. When she surfaced, she swam in a different direction that Mauba. After Diana was satisfied that both of them were gone, she stretched her legs which had fallen asleep from the position that she had been sitting in. She hadn't intended to spy on her friend, but she also didn't want to interrupt a lover's meeting. Now that she had the rock to herself, she undressed and stepped under the waterfall, letting the water refresh her body. As she stood under the waterfall, she thought about the two lovers and felt her own nipples become hard. She gently tweaked her nipples, wondering about where Kit was, wishing that he were there with her, instead of chasing bandits across the jungle. Remembering an old jungle saying which goes `Call The Phantom anywhere and he'll hear'. She called out softly "Phantom, I'm here. I'm very lonely. I need you. Come home." Chapter 2 - The Looking Glass The white horse trotted down the wide jungle path that was dimly lit by the low moonlight, followed closely by the wolf. Blending in with the horse's rhythm, the large rider rode effortlessly as the powerful horse carried them home. The horse slowed as it entered the familiar village. One of the pygmy's guarding the village came forward to greet his village's longtime friend. The Phantom dismounted before he handed the reins to the guard, who would lead the horse to the pasture where the saddle would be removed, allowing the horse to graze freely. The dim moonlight deepened the depth of his tanned features, making his chiseled face look darker than his actual normal color. Striding across the field toward the cave, it was obvious that he was tall and athletically proportioned, with the bulging muscles of his body gently rippling beneath the material of his skintight purple suit. The Phantom entered the Skull Cave. He knew that his wife was asleep in their bedroom, but he had something that had to be done, before he could rest. He entered the Chamber where the chronicles of all The Phantoms were kept. Opening the current chronicle, he recorded: Today I fought a small pirate gang that had been terrorizing the river. Four of them died from my bullets and three were taken away by the Jungle Patrol. Looking at their ledgers, I discovered that a ship will be docking in about three weeks. The ship will have several American gangsters that plan to take over the jungle. I plan to meet their ship. I will convince them to return to America. Or do whatever it takes to keep the jungle safe from these modern day pirates. Satisfied with the entry, he entered the Throne Room. Removing his pistolbelt, he hung his pistolbelt with the deadly guns on the Throne. He proceeded down the hallway, stepping over the wolf that had already lain down on the rug outside the bedroom door. He whispered "Good night, Devil." In the semi-dark bedroom illuminated only by a single candle at the far edge of the room, he could hear the sound of his wife's deep and regular breathing as she slept on the bed in the middle of the room. Using the skills that had resulted in the old jungle saying "Phantom moves silently like the fog", he undressed then slipped into bed beside Diana without waking her. Now that he was undressed and in bed with his wife, he allowed himself to relax into his very private persona of Kit Walker. She was naked, lying on her back without any bedcovers pulled over her. Kit smiled because he knew that she always wore a nightgown when she was alone or didn't expect him. Seeing her naked like that, refreshed his tired body as the piece of meat between his legs shifted from being a flaccid waterspout to an erect cock. He gently bent over her chest, forming a circle with his lips as he tried to keep from waking her up before he had his fun with her sleeping body. His lips slowly wrapped around one soft nipple, capturing the soft flesh in his mouth as he listened for changes in her breathing. Satisfied that she still slept, he let his lips warm the nipple, feeling the nipple grow harder within his lips. Spreading his lips slightly, his tongue gently licked at the nipple, spreading his warm salvia around the turgid nipple. Hearing a slight change in her breathing, he paused as she lightly groaned in her sleep and spread her legs. Releasing her nipple, he shifted his weight slightly then moved so that his knees were between her spread legs. He moved silently until he was resting on his knees and elbows on both sides of her body. He gently rubbed his erect cock against her pubic hair, resulting in her legs spreading a little more as she continued to sleep. But now there was just the trace of a smile on her lips. His lips wrapped around her other nipple as he gently pressed his cock against her pussy lips. She groaned a little as she opened her eyes, then gasped when she saw Kit lying over her body with his cock rubbing against her crotch. A smile formed on her beautiful face as she whispered "I had the most wonderful dream about having sex with a masked man - then I realized it wasn't a dream when I woke up. I was hoping that it was you because I need you tonight. Fuck me." Kit reached down between Diana's legs. He began to massage Diana's clitoris, but she whispered "No foreplay tonight. I need you badly." Changing his position slightly, Kit inserted his cockhead into Diana's tight and unlubricated pussy as she shut her eyes and moved her hips forward to accept him. Two to three inches of his cock slid into Diana's slightly dry, warm pussy, resulting in a slight gasp from Diana followed by a low moan. Kit moved his hips forward, burrowing another two to three inches into her pussy, causing her to moan again, only louder. He pressed forward, sliding the final inches into her waiting pussy. Kit leaned forward so that his massive, muscular chest was rubbing against Diana's breasts. She opened her eyes and stared into her husband's eyes, seeing a warm, caring man; making her happy that he was home safely. In less than a minute, his thrusting hard cock brought her to the edge of an orgasm. Diana was enjoying the sensual feel of the cock moving in and out as she wrapped her legs around Kit's back. Kit continued to slowly fuck her as she moved her hips back, meeting his thrusts with as strong a passion as she could. Kit kissed Diana on her lips as her lips parted slightly so that her tongue probed between his lips. Diana's tongue matched the rhythm of the cock ramming her, as she gyrated her hips against him. Kit began to speed up the stroking, feeling her approaching orgasm. Then he stopped the stroking, pulling his hips back until only his cockhead was inside her, lifting her ass from the bed because of her legs wrapped around his waist. He whispered "Anticipation is the best part of sex." She groaned "Not if you want to keep your balls." "Does that mean that you don't want me to stop?" She raised her head and sucked on his lower lip, pulling it between her teeth, then whispered through her clinched teeth "You need your balls for what I want, but you don't need your lower lip. I'm only going to say it once. I want your cock. Don't make me say I want your cock again. Fuck me." Six hard, slamming, humps later, Diana screamed as the orgasm ripped through her body. She was sweaty and in that dream state of nirvana but Kit continued to fuck her for a few more seconds, pulling her back into being an active participant. Almost immediately Diana felt a second, rapid orgasm wracked her body. She became limp as her eyes glazed over and her legs unwrapped around his waist. Kit gently kissed Diana's eyes, nose, forehead and lips, then slid down a little to lovingly kiss her beautiful breasts. He stroked the side of Diana's face then lovingly ran his hand through her hair. She looked up at him while she weakly smiled. Her voice was slightly cracked as she groaned "On your back, big boy. It's my turn to have some fun." Keeping his cock still inside her, he rolled over pulling her with him so that she was straddle him with his still erect cock buried shaft deep inside her. She wrapped her arms around his sturdy shoulders and rolled her belly against his belly. Clinging to his shoulders, she moved her body up and down, like an athlete stretching to warm up for a competition. She leaned over him so that her breasts were resting against his face. She admitted, "I love the feel of your cock in me. It feels like a red-hot branding iron against my very sensitive flesh. What do I feel like?" "Like a warm, wet, velvet glove gripping my cock." "Oh, really. Well, when did you ever feel a velvet glove on your cock, so you've something to compare me to? Before you reveal any more of your childhood masturbatory secrets, kiss my nipples." She commanded as she turned her chest, knocking each nipple against the bridge of his nose. "I've heard of people being pussy whipped - but tit whipped. How uncivilized - and absolutely wonderful!!!", he proclaimed while she kept swinging her nipples against his nose. "You've led a sheltered life." she swore, pausing to dig her sharp fingernails into his chest. Kit opened his mouth wide enough to take the entire nipple into his mouth while one of his hands fondled her other breast. He gently squeezed Diana's breast, caressing the nipple with his palm, causing Diana to moan softly. He sucked her nipple as if he was a baby in search of nourishment. She inquired "I really want to know. What does it feel like?" Letting go of her nipple with his lips, he responded "What?" "Fucking a woman. Putting your cock deep inside me. Sucking my boobs. Pumping your red-hot cum deep into me. I want to know what it feels like to you when you fuck me." "I can get one of the women from the village to come party with us. If you can on her tits, that'll show you what part of it's like." "Won't be the same. Oh, if only we could trade places for a day. You become me and ...." Her voice paused then changed to a lower, deeper pitch when she continued, "I become you. I'd rape you the first time. I'd use my much superior strength to pull you to the ground, rip your clothes off of you and then use your body's heavier weight to hold my small body down while I rammed repeatedly into you. You would resist - but only at first, then you would become my willing honeypot while I fucked you." "Is that what you want me to do to you?" he asked as he cupped and fondled her hanging breasts. "No, but it's what I would like to do to you. Tell me about your orgasm. Do you see stars - hear bells? Do you feel disappointed that I explode five or six times to your one time?" "It's hard to explain a man's orgasm. I feel this strong urge to hump you at the same time that my cock becomes rock hard. When I'm inside you, I fight back the urge to do a one-two- three-wham and try to take my time so that I please you. I'm not disappointed by only one to three orgasms when we make love, but it would be nice to have the repeated explosions that I see you experience." She bowed her head and nibbled on his lip but pulled away before he could respond. Then she whispered "When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a boy. Boy's got to do the fun stuff while girls had to sit home and learn how to cook. I used to pick on boys just because I knew that I could whip them - that is until some boy in the seventh grade knocked me out. Later on, I went away to college and learned about how to be a modern woman. I was the first woman in my family to tweeze my eyebrows and to pierce my ears. I cut my hair short, raised my skirt hem higher, smoked my first cigarette, and became a cock tease. Instead of slapping the boy's silly, I was teasing them silly. But it wasn't enough to satisfy me. I thought about having an affair with a lesbian because I wanted to see what it was like to make love to a woman. Yes, there was one woman that turned me on and caused me to secretly drool about being her lover. We would sit in our room with the other girls and describe our lurid tales of sexual adventure. Like the other girls, I bragged about my sexual prowess, but the few affairs that I had, were rather placid affairs where adolescent and inexperience, ruined the memory. I usually felt frustrated and confused at the end of the evening. I would listen to Jenny's stories and imagine that I was her lover, again resorting to my childhood fantasy of being a man making love to a woman." "Did you ever do it with her?" "At our Halloween party, she came dressed as a man, with a big glued on mustache. I was dressed as a cigarette girl - you know with the little tray of cigarettes that I pretended to sell. She asked me to dance and as we danced, I felt the sock that she had rolled up in her trousers. As the dance finished, she gave me a light kiss on the lips before she went off to flirt with another friend. Somehow, seeing her as a man turned me off so that she never appealed to me again. Then I was being forced into an arranged marriage. I ran away, joining that explorer's safari. That's where I met you. Big, strong, silent, powerful, virile - just looking at you, I could see the power and feel your sensuality. You were so beautifully sculptured with such solid muscle that I couldn't keep my hands off you. For the first time in my life, I was glad to be a woman. I used all of my female skills to get you in bed." Dropping her voice to a softer, husky tone, she continued "When I'm with you, I'm so much woman that I don't recognize myself. When I'm not with you, I switch back into my old self. I want to run, to feel the wind in my hair, to feel the sun beat down on my naked chest, to be able to walk into a bar and whip the biggest badass in the bar. I still have that old desire to have a big muscular chest, wide shoulders, and a ten inch cock between my legs, except when I'm making love to you." "Part of your dream came true. You do have a ten inch cock between your legs." She shifted her hips, feeling his still erect cock move inside her. A roguish smile lit up her face, as she responded "Don't start boasting without having something to back up the facts It feels closer to being a nine incher than a ten." "That's the soft size. Wait till you do something to turn me on then watch it grow." A mischievous, almost evil smile formed on her face as she lifted her lips, letting his cock slide slightly out of her, before she pushed her pussy down onto his cock. His cockhead made a slurping sound as it sank into her. As she went down, she jerked her curvy hips around, grinding her pussy around his rock-hard cock buried deeply inside her. Cunt juice dripped down his cock-shaft and flowed over his balls. Kit humped his hips, bouncing her as he thrust to meet her. She wiggled slowly down, taking more and more cock into her hungry cunt. Then, with a loud groan, Diana plunged down and took his cock completely into her. She didn't move as she used her internal muscles to squeeze and tug on his buried cock. The inner cunt-muscles contracted, molding her snug, vaginal sheath around his cock. Holding her cunt jammed down to the hilt on his cock, Diana undulated her hips, squirming and grinding around, wriggling like a fish on a hook. Then she began to fuck up and down. She pulled her pussy up until only the head of his cock was inside her, poised there, then dropped back down and took the full length of it again. Her lips swooped down and nibbled on his earlobe as she whispered "Make me happy." He groaned "yyyyyyeeessss." ****** Diana lay sleeping. She was exhausted from their multi-session lovemaking. She usually demanded a lot of sex the first couple of nights that he returned from trips. Her outstretched arm lay across Kit's chest. Lying in bed bedside her, he thought about the wild wonderful woman next to him. When he first met her, he thought that she was an adventuress seeking a quick and easy way to get a fortune by somehow ripping off jungle treasures. Then he decided that she was a lost soul who was adventuresome and prone to do things on impulse because she was bored with her civilized life and normal men. She was definitely used to getting her own way, even with him. While she might have been dominant in a relationship with another man, she was merely assertive and aggressive in their relationship. He gently lifted her arm and rolled off the bed without waking her. She was sprawled on the bed and Kit could see the dried cum matting her pussy hair to her legs. He dressed in his Phantom suit, walking out of the bedroom as his alter ego. The only one that he would ever expose his face willingly to, was his wife. He walked into the room where the chronicles were kept and pulled out a couple of the older books. After two hours of reading, he found what he was looking for. He read the story of his ancestor, the 3rd Phantom who was educated as a boy in England and played Juliet in the original Shakespeare production at Globe Theater, about 1604, and married Shakespeare's niece Rosamunda. Within his chronicles, he found a few lines that described something called "the looking glass". The glass contained magical properties that couldn't be explained. It was really just a rock with many facet sides that his ancestor had found in the loot confiscated from a pirate ship. Reading through the chronicle, he discovered that his ancestor had hidden the rock so that no one could ever use it for evil. Another hour of reading revealed no further information and he shut the old book. He walked into the Throne Room and sat on the Throne as he thought about what he had learned. Devil sat beside his throne, waiting for his master. The Phantom was interrupted from his thinking as Diana came into the room. "Hi, honey. I woke up and saw that you were reading. So I went to the lake to wash my filthy body. While there, I found out that Gua's wife was delivering. So after my bath, I went over there and helped the mid-wife. It's a boy. Thank god, because I would hate to be a woman in this man's village. What are you doing?" He smiled at her and softly replied "Just thinking about us. Are you sincere in your wish to see what it's like to be a man?" Her face blushed as she quickly replied "Oh...... that was just bedroom talk. Don't pay any attention to me when I'm daydreaming. I'm only a silly woman who doesn't know when to shut up. Are you hungry?" The Phantom recognized the blush and the quick way that she changed the subject. He complied with her silent wish as he responded "Very hungry. By the way, how do you know what a ten inch cock feels like?" Putting her hands on her hips and assuming a mock position of aggravation, she replied "You travel so much that I've got time to look around and explore my jungle home. Most of those pygmy men are small, but some of them have cocks that almost reach to the ground. Any more questions?" "No, dear." ****** "..and Mozz might be able to tell you more about the glass." Finished The Phantom. Guran nodded as The Phantom's trusted assistant left the cave, to go seek the item that The Phantom requested. If anyone could find it, Guran would find it. Chapter 3 - A "little head" decision It was a beautiful four days of rest, relaxation and sex between the two. She wanted him to go to the Isle of Eden, but he didn't have time because he had to get ready for the shipload of American gangsters that were due to land shortly. Then Guran and Mozz came in to the Throne room, carrying a small leather covered object. Guran confirmed the contents "Mozz knew exactly where it was buried. Per his instructions, we dug it up in the middle of the night. My men had sacks over their head so they couldn't see what it was. I quickly wrapped it in this bag." Mozz didn't say a word. Knowing that the old man wouldn't reveal deep secrets even to his brethren, The Phantom thanked Guran and dismissed him. When they were alone, Mozz stated "It's powerful. It's dangerous. My father warned me about it, just as I'll warn my son about it." "Why is it dangerous? I read nothing about its power in the chronicles." The old man leaned against his constant walking stick before he wearily replied "Your ancestor, who found the Looking Glass, accepted his rightful position upon the death of his father. But he was sad a lot of the time. Some say that his marriage to Shakespeare's niece was an unfulfilled marriage - that he only did it to continue the family line. That he preferred the company of men to his wife's company. That he was sometimes seen late at night, wearing the old female costume that he wore when he played Juliet as a youth on the London stage." The Phantom leaned back against his throne, rubbing his jaw with his fingertips as he acknowledged the old man's hidden meaning "I see. But that doesn't explain the power of the rock." "After the rock was found, he changed. Some hinted that he wasn't the same man. The wife changed also. She became more active in village affairs. Almost over night, she developed a fluency in our languages while The Phantom lost his fluency. She used to translate for him until he re-learned our language. The Phantom was still The Phantom but we saw that he wasn't the Phantom anymore. Our people saw them every day and noticed the small ways that both of them changed. We were pleased when he buried the rock because the rock somehow affected them." "What happened after the rock was buried?" "Nothing that I'm aware of. She became pregnant and bore his son, who eventually assumed his rightful position upon the death of his father. She stayed with her son until he took a wife. Then she returned to England, where she eventually died. When she left here, she was an attractive middle-aged woman. I understand that she re-married back in England." "How do you invoke its powers?" "My ancestor wasn't involved so I don't know for sure. I think that they placed it between them and let the moonlight activate it. I only know that her last words to my ancestor were that it should've been her that died, not The Phantom. My ancestor didn't understand the meaning of her cryptic remarks." "Thank you, Mozz." He directed, dismissing the old man so he could think. The old man turned slowly then added softly "A month ago, I knew that today would come. I knew that you would want the rock. That you seek the rock's powers to pleasure your mate. The rock won't harm either of you, but you'll never be the same again. The pleasures and mysteries of the human body are too complex for this old mind to understand. But I know that you'll do what you think that you've got to do. It reminds me of that old jungle saying - a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." As the old man left the chambers, The Phantom's smile faded. Mozz was right. The rock was dangerous. Its power should never be unleashed. Walking out of the cave, he went searching for Diana. He found her in the village center. The warriors were having a contest where they picked up a large stone and saw who could toss it the furthest. Diana entered the contest and was just about ready to toss it. The Phantom suggested quietly in English "Remember that you might dishonor someone if you beat him. These little guys have a lot of pride." She groaned and threw the rock. It landed a respectful distance from her, but didn't threaten the current leader. Diana approached him sinuously, licking her lips like a hungry tigress as she smiled at her husband before she replied in a husky teasing tone "Just trying to get my rocks off." He laughed, but heard the hidden meaning in her equivoque statement. That afternoon as they were riding their horses, she challenged him to a race, knowing that there was no way that any horse, not even her horse, could beat Hero. He gave her a good headstart and was about to pass her when he remembered her fantasy a few nights before. He rode Hero close beside her horse and picked her off her horse. As soon as Hero stopped, he dropped her on the ground so that she sprawled in the grass. Jumping off his horse, he dropped his gunbelt as he fell on top of her. She recognized his intent and started beating against his chest, but he quickly pushed her back to the ground then ripped the clothes from her body. While he took off his clothes, she pushed him off balance. Jumping to her feet, she took off running naked through the grass. He quickly undressed and chased her, his long naked legs able to cover the distance faster than she could with her shorter legs. When he caught her, every surface, curve and crevice of her body was lightly coated with sweat and her glistening body erotically reflected the light. She was breathing heavily when he grabbed her, and her solid, turgid nipples stood out on her heaving breasts. "Get down on your knees." Her eyes flashed mock anger but she obeyed, dropping to her hands and knees as she stared at his rock-hard cock. "I'm going to make your dream come true and fuck your ass, bitch," he groaned. Quickly he dropped to his knees behind her and slid his hands over the glistening skin of her round ass, up over her curved back, then back to her ass and down her shapely, muscular thighs. When he slid his hand up between her legs, he found an extremely wet, hot cunt. She groaned and pushed back against him as he pushed two fingers into her wetness. When he moved his hands back to her ass, Diana groaned a low throaty moan as she positioned her ass so that he could take her. He slid his thumbs into the shadowy crease of her ass and spread her cheeks open, revealing the hidden, dark brown aperture. Placing his cockhead against her rosette, he released his hold on her cheeks allowing the cheeks to close around his cockhead, holding it in place. She turned her head so that she could stare at him. Her eyes were glazed over with lust as she moaned "Yes, take me. Fuck me like you've never fucked me." She balanced herself on one arm before she started playing with herself. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back as he rammed his cock in, past her spincter and into her ass. Ignoring her cries, he pushed relentlessly forward and pulled her hips back until she was completely penetrated. He reached one hand around her waist, letting it trail between her legs, before he plunged several fingers into her wet cunt. Her head dropped lower onto her folded arms and she began whimpering as he rubbed her clit in small circles against the hard bone beneath it. Keeping his cock buried but stationary in her narrower portal, he brought her to the edge of an orgasm before withdrawing his fingers. "That feels so good - don't stop!" she requested, forgetting for a second that she was supposed to be a victim. Getting a good grip on her hips, he pulled his cock slowly out of her ass. She groaned as he pulled out, then groaned louder as he drove back into her tight ass. She reached one hand back toward her pussy as she finger fucked her engorged clit. He continued to repeatedly ram her ass, which was getting easier as her natural fluids lubricated his cock. As he increased his tempo, her cries became louder indicating that she was getting very close to a fantastic orgasm. Then she jerked and spasmed as her body exploded. She screamed and screamed as he continued to ram her, feeling her anal muscle's spasm around his cock. Finally, she collapsed on the ground, pulling his cock out of her ass. She curled up, a big smile on her face. Kit straddled her, then rolled her over so that her legs were up his chest on either side of his head and positioned her so her matted pussy was rubbing against his cock. Lifting her slightly, it was easy to work his cock into her now lubricated ass. As he fucked her, he sucked and chewed on her swollen nipples. She arched her back so that he could suck on her bouncing boobs. He sucked on her erect nipples, switching back and forth as he sucked each swollen pink bud in turn. As he fucked her faster, she slid an arm down between them so she could rub her pussy. Before he could explode in an orgasm, she experienced two more tremendous female climaxes. When he felt his own orgasm coming, she sensed it coming and shared another orgasm with his orgasm. They lay there exhausted, him on top of her, his cock still buried deep in her ass. As their breathing became more normal, she whispered "I liked that. A good fast horseback ride and then an aggressive romp in the grass. Why haven't we done that before?" "I didn't know you wanted me to rape you." She bit his earlobe in a teasing quick bite, her voice still husky as she whispered "No, I want to rape you, but I don't have the physical equipment. Don't you remember?" "What if you did? What would you do if you were in my body?" Her face lit up as she stared at an invisible point in the sky. She softly replied "First I'd want to grow a beard - at least a mustache. A mustache would look nice with your mask; additionally it'll make you look more sexy and inviting. It takes time to grow one, but meanwhile I'd want you to give me a blowjob. Not just any old blow job, but a mind-blowing ring-all- bells type of blowjob. Then I would put on your costume and ride into the jungle. I would go to the river town and find the biggest badass in town. After I kicked his butt, I would ride back and fuck you as you've never been fucked. I know how to ring the bells in my body, so I could really turn you on. You've seen me have multiple orgasms, well if I was fucking you, you'd set some new records. I'd get Taizza in here and let her help me with you. We'd make a good threesome. What would you do if you were me?" "I don't know. I've never given it much thought." "I have." She claimed, as his now flaccid cock popped out of her ass. He rolled off of her onto his back while she rolled into a sitting position on his lap. A mischievous gleam lit up her eyes as she traced doodles on his sweaty chest "I wouldn't keep you out here in the middle of this big, lonesome jungle. I'd pack your bags and we'd go back home. Not to my hometown, but to New York City. I'd take you to the best dress shops where I would buy you the prettiest new clothes. Then I'd take you to the most fashionable beauty shop where we get your hair styled and curled in the latest style, as they manicured your nails - those nails that have been ruined by this rugged jungle life. Then I'd take you to the best restaurants where you would show off your wonderful cleavage and luscious body in your new evening dresses. I'd wear a suit - no, it would be a tux, so I looked normal. After a wonderful dinner, we would go dancing. You'd be so beautiful that every man would want you, but they'd take one look at my dangerous new body and back off. If anyone were foolish enough to step between us, I'd trash him. We'd go to party after party where we would become the couple of the year as everyone tried to get us to come to their party. After each party, I'd pick you up and carry you back to our hotel, to our bed, where I would make love to you. I'd do my best to get you pregnant - my best to make you happy - my best to keep you satisfied." "Are you lonesome here?" "At times. When I'm with you, time goes so fast that I don't have time to think about the social life I gave up. But when you're out there roaming around the jungle, I feel so lost and out of place sometimes. It's hard to explain." She laid her head on his chest. When she didn't say anything more, he asked, "There are many mysterious things in the jungle that can't be explained. If I could make your dream come true, even for a little while, would you risk it - knowing that it could be dangerous? After all, you would have to become The Phantom." Her head jerked as she stared into his eyes, looking to see if he was just teasing her or had some hidden secret. "I don't understand." "In my ancestor's chronicles, I discovered a secret. It might contain the power to enable us to swap bodies for a while - or it might be a permanent swap. I don't know if there's any danger because there's not enough documentation. If we do it, we're both at risk. You because you've got to wear my inherited mantle as you become The Phantom. As for me - well, me because I would have to continue to fight crime, even in your body." Her face lit up with a big smile. She hugged him as she whispered "Yes. Yes. A thousand times yes. Let's do it." "Whoa, let's not jump into the fire too quickly. You don't know how close I came to not telling you about this, because I'm afraid of what it might do to us. We've played games in the privacy of our bedroom before, but this potential body exchange will take us out of the bedroom and put us out in the real world. Can you be The Phantom and convince everyone that you're me? Or even more complex, can I convince everyone that I'm you? You may find it easy to be butch and throw your muscles around for awhile, but I've never had any desire to be feminine and swish my ass around. If we can't change back, then we're both stuck for life!!! We need to think about this and make the decision based upon common sense and not driven by some deep sexual daydreams." A roguish smile formed on her face as she responded "What's the matter, big boy? I bet I know, but you won't admit it. You're afraid of having a large, drooling cock rubbing against your lips, even if it's your own cock." "You're just trying to tease me and taunt me into doing it. I know better than to fall for any of your tricks. We'll think about this body exchange for a month or so and decide after we've had a chance to evaluate the potential problem areas." "Sure, honey." She replied with a pixie smile on her face as her warm hand wrapped around his still swollen cock. ****** They had to wait until dark to ride back in because her clothes were too ripped to look normal. They spent the time skinny- dipping into a nearby stream, then making slow love on the sandy riverbank. By the time they arrived home, he had committed to trying it. How she convinced him is open to conjecture, but history is full of events that were decided by women and a cock that needed relief. In the cave, he let her read the few references in his ancestor's chronicles, then they both undressed. They sat naked below the Throne, waiting for the reflected moonlight to shine on them from the openings of Skull Cave that looked like eyes from outside. Between them was the small rock, covered with the leather bag that it was stored in. When their bodies were slightly illuminated by the moonlight, he asked "Are you sure that this is what you want - understanding that you could be trapped forever in my body, to live out my destiny?" "Yes, my husband." He removed the covering from the rock. The moonlight immediately reflected off the many surfaces of the rock. He slowly rotated the rock until two of the bigger reflections were aimed at their respective naked bodies. Nothing happened. They rotated the rock again. They held it up as they tried different angles, but nothing happened. After an hour, Kit apologized "So much for old jungle legends. Sorry." She stood up as she offered him her hand "Well, it was a nice thought. Let me give you class 407 in what it's like to eat a woman's pussy." "Didn't we do class 407 last week?" "No, that was class 304. 407 is where you hum the Star Spangled Banner as you suck on me and I pretend that I'm blowing the bagpipes to the tune of Amazing Grace." He picked her up and happily carried her back to their bedroom. Chapter 4 - The new social order Kit woke up as he stared at the ceiling, looking at the small ceiling opening that allowed daylight to illuminate the cave; recognizing that it was still dark outside. A single candle on a far cave wall very dimly lit the large cave, similar to a night- light. In the bed beside him, he could hear Diana's soft breathing as she still slept soundly after their night of vigorous and rambunctious lovemaking. Even after a couple of years of married life, their sex life was still fantastic, mainly because of Diana's inventive and delightful bedroom games. The bouquet of her creaming cunt clung in the cave, as he smelled where they had made love again before falling asleep. Feeling a strong urge to pee, he sat up softly so that he wouldn't wake her. As he sat up, a long lock of dark hair fell across his forehead, brushing across his nose and resting against his chin. An extremely long lock of hair which was too long for his short military-type haircut. Startled by the hair, he leaped to his feet, feeling another unusual feeling - his chest jiggled and bounced as he moved. Rising too fast to get his balance, he fell to the floor of the cave, releasing a grunt as he sprawled on the hard floor. His mind was being overwhelmed with various unfamiliar sensations as he fell, but he had a strong suspicion why everything seemed so different. A second later, the bed squeaked slightly as Diana woke up. When she stated "Kit?" in a very masculine voice, his suspicions were confirmed. It was his normal baritone voice that he heard coming from her lips. Before he could respond, she stuck her head over the bed and looked down at him, as they observed each other's dim image for the first time. Because he had ten seconds head start on figuring out what had happened, he wasn't as surprised as she was. It was Kit's face and body leaning over the bed, but it was a still somewhat asleep Diana looking through his eyes at her former body lying on the floor. A look of confusion was replaced by a facial expression of shock as she recognized that the body on the floor was her body - that Kit had changed into her. She cried out in an almost scream "KIT??? What the fuck?????" Hearing the difference in her voice and recognizing that she had also changed, she rolled over onto her back, grabbing her chest with her new large hands and fingers. She found a wide muscular, masculine slightly hairy chest complete with impressive pectorals and a washboard stomach chest instead of her normal large female breasts. She sat up slightly on the bed, looking at the small, flaccid, shrunken cock between her legs before she started laughing a loud maniacal masculine laugh. Kit looked down at his own chest, seeing the female breasts that he had suckled on just a few hours previous. Standing up, he felt an unexpected tenderness and soreness between his legs, which he recognized were tender and lightly bruised muscles from their night of love making. Anxious to shed more light on his new body, he walked over to the night light candle. Picking up the candle, he discovered that his chest was also slightly tender - not as sensitive as the area between his legs, but still feeling slightly delicate. He used the lit candle to light several more candles to illuminate their bedroom, discovering that his new breasts bounced with every step; and that he almost had to stand on tip-toe to reach the higher candles. When he reached for the candle, his breasts limited the motion of his arm and he had to adjust his stance to light the candles. While he was lighting up the cave, Diana was standing and examining her new masculine body in the full-length mirror, as she did various muscle man poses, flexing her new masculine muscles. Her new six foot two inch tall male body was two hundred and thirty pounds of solid muscle. She stared at her well-toned arm, which was a mass of seething muscle. Staring at her arm as she flexed her biceps, she smiled as the muscles clenched tight under her skin, as the well- defined muscle strained against the taut skin. She touched her arm, feeling the hard flesh pulsate with power under the skin. She relaxed the arm, then flexed again, feeling her flesh tighten beneath her exploring fingers, feeling the arm erupt into mountains of rock hard muscles. Then she ran both of her large, thick hands down her new masculine body chest, over the hard chest muscles, down to the rippled abdominal area, feeling each groove, each swell of her new solid muscular body. She looked at the mirror as she flexed her tanned thigh muscles, watching them ripple as she changed position. She tightened her abdomen, turning it into a washboard that was layered with tight hard muscles. A big grin appeared on her face as she watched her ass cheeks tense and tighten up. As she rotated around again, Kit noticed that Diana's cock was no longer flaccid and was slightly hanging out from her body as if she was beginning to get aroused from looking at her new body. She paused for a second to feel the rough male skin and stubble on her new male face, seeing the rugged boyish good looks that she was so familiar with - short dark hair, steely gray eyes and the classic square jaw; but it was now her handsome face. "It appears that we've changed bodies." suggested Kit, hearing Diana's soprano voice utter from his lips for the first time. "Wow. I can't believe it. I feel so strong - so powerful - so fucking virile. And the room and all this furniture seems so much smaller now." She assumed a pose, flexing her biceps as she stared at the veins popping out, then stretched out one of her new powerful hairy legs, exploring with her large hands, the lean, muscular body and narrow hips of her new body. A big grin lit up her face as she grasped the proud manhood that she now sported between her legs. She flipped it up with her hand, watching it as its heavy weight swung back down and bobbled slightly between her legs. "It feels like a log. I never thought that a cock would feel like this. How do you cram all this into your shorts? Does it hurt to bend it?" "You'll find out in time. Listen, uh, .. .I think that we need to re-think this." "Look at this - I'm getting an erection. Wow, it feels so warm and heavy." She proclaimed, not hearing her mate's words or worried tone, as she stroked the cock that was now attached to her body - yes, to her new body. Where she was enthusiastic about the transformation, Kit felt depressed. Although it had been his ideal so that he walked into it with his eyes wide open, now it didn't seem to be such a good idea. As Diana continued to stare at her new body in the mirror and tease her beginning erection, Kit remembered why he had to get out of bed in the first place. He felt a stronger urge to urinate. Grabbing his robe and sliding one arm into it, he discovered that his robe dragged the floor on his new smaller body and the sleeves were too long for his shorter arms. Throwing the robe on the bed, he snatched her robe and put it on; feeling somewhat more comfortable with the fit; but slightly embarrassed from the pink color. He opened the door to their bedroom, discovering Devil lying across the doorjamb. Normally he easily just stepped across Devil, but now his shorter legs required stretching as far as possible to get across the wolf; which proved to be difficult because his inner thigh muscles were extremely sore. He walked the semi-dark hall to the room that they used as a bathroom. It had a narrow channel that carried away waste and an underground stream kept the water buckets full. Staring at the wooden commode on the channel, Kit mentally questioned himself why he allowed the body exchange to occur. He picked up the back of his robe and sat back on the commode, discovering that the commode had been sized for his bigger male body. Scooting back on it, his feet left the ground while the tail of the robe got between him and the commode. Standing back up, he removed the robe then sat back down. As soon as he was positioned and relaxed the muscles that were holding back the pee, a strong stream of urine flowed from his body. It stopped just as quickly as it started and Kit thought for a second, trying to figure out how to shake his new pee spout to get the last drops out. Looking down at his new body, he observed that the pubic hair was matted and dried cum lined the inside of his legs. Thinking back to the moment that he woke up and smelled the heady aroma of their lovemaking, he now realized that the smell came from him. He was going to have to bathe before he could dress. Dress - shit, he'll have to wear her clothes now. And he'll be expected to assume her role in this village. Looking down at the relatively big breasts that hung from his smaller female torso, he shook his shoulders, feeling the somewhat erotic feeling of heavy boobs swaying from side to side. He stared at the firm mounds of resilient flesh thrusting out from his slender chest. His hands were drawn to touch himself, feeling the warmth and resistance of natural flesh. As he examined his new apparitions, he felt the nipples respond to his touches and grow. He gently stroked his left breast, then lifted the other breast in his hand feeling the weight. His noticeably small, female hand probed and stroked the soft flesh as he observed the nipples increased in size as he caressed the breasts. Shaking his shoulders again, he noticed that his nipples were slightly stiff from his gentle playing with them. The firm and beautifully rounded breasts were slightly larger than pear sized, but on her small body, looked very large. The nipples so recently stimulated by his hands were standing erect from sexy half-dollar sized aureoles. Looking at his lower body, he touched the hairless legs then touched his face, feeling the same soft and smooth, hairless skin. The coarse hair of his arms and legs had disappeared, leaving behind a soft, smooth tawny skin that smelled of satin, womanhood and recent sex. Female genitalia. It felt very weird to be sitting on the commode and seeing female genitalia between his legs. He reached down to his pussy and probed the moist, slit topped by a little nub that shot tremors through his entire body when he touched it. Grabbing the toilet paper with a quick snatch, he patted himself dry feeling an unusual sensation as the toilet paper also touched the edge of his new vagina lips. Shaking his head at what he was going to have to do to adapt, a lock of dark hair fell across his face. Before he could push it back, more locks of the dark hair fell in unhampered, distracting waves as he stared at the familiar female genitalia that now was on his body. Snapping his head quickly, and brushing the mass of hair back with his hands, turned on a torrent of backup emotions within him. He wanted to just lie down and cry. And he hadn't cried in years. Fighting back the wall of depression surrounding him, he jumped to his feet and grabbed the robe, not bothering to put it on as he angrily strode down the hall. He stepped over the wolf, entering the bedroom quickly. He saw Diana down on the floor doing pushups. A light gleam of sweat covered her new rippling muscles as she counted out loud "one hundred and forty two, one hundred and forty three, one." "Look, I'm not sure that we did the right thing." He blurted out, hearing the tension in his new voice. Diana stopped doing pushups, then rolled over on her back. As she stared at Kit, she started doing sit-ups as she asked, "I'm sorry that you feel that way. Look, if you don't like it, we'll swap back. Just let me see what it's like to be a man. Give me a couple of days and then we'll swap back. Ok?" Kit pulled the robe on, tying the belt as he tried to think rationally. Picking up Diana's toilet kit and a towel, he declared in a somewhat upset voice "I feel filthy. I've got to take a shower. After I get back, we need to talk." "Ok, sweetheart, only we need to iron out some minor agreements before either of us sees anyone else. For all practical purposes, you're now me. The natives are going to expect you to behave as I do. So you've got to answer to your new name - Diana and accept that you're now a second class citizen in this village. You're the leader of the village women, but you're behind the lowest man on the social pecking order. So remember your place. And we've got to start calling each other by the appropriate name and using the correct gender pronouns." "Oh, I see. So now when you talk about me, use she or her and I'll use he or him when I refer to you. Well, get your masculine butt up and fix your own breakfast. Because this "she" ain't cooking for you." Opening the door, an obviously irritated Kit jumped over Devil who was still blocking the doorway; almost falling because his jump wasn't propelled with his normal powerful muscles. Striding angrily down the hallway, Kit rushed out the door, discovering that the sun was rising. "Shit, the whole village's up." Striding purposefully toward the lake, Kit passed several villagers. The women spoke to "her", calling "her" Diana while the men just nodded. When "she" got to the flat rock, "she" discovered that Taizza was already there and was washing clothes. Well, Taizza had seen this body before and Kit didn't care at that moment, who else saw it. Removing the robe and dropping it on a boulder, "she" opened the toilet kit. Ignoring the large number of strictly female toilet articles, such as the lipstick, the small hand mirror, the tweezers, and the rouge, Kit found the soap. As Kit walked toward the waterfall, Taizza stood up and smiled as she saw the matted pubic hair on the approaching female body. She removed her skirt and dropped it on the rock as she announced "I want to shower with you Diana." Remembering that "she" now had to pretend to be Diana, Kit hesitantly replied "Ok." The two young women stepped under the waterfall, letting the water flow over them. After "she" had somewhat rinsed her new body, "Diana" stepped barely out of the water flow and started soaping her body. Taizza lined up beside her and "Diana" handed her the soap, knowing that it was expected that best friends share the same soap. Taizza confessed "Mauba wants me to move into his hut with him tonight. He doesn't want to wait until the festival and to choose me in the ceremony. What should I do?" "What do you want to do?" "My heart says move in with him. My father says wait. But my body says do it now. Mauba will make me a good husband. His cock's not as big as your husband's cock, but it's a good cock. He doesn't have any diseases and everytime he thinks about me, his cock gets hard. I want him now and don't want to wait. Someone needs to talk to my father?" Hearing the reference about "her" former body's cock, caused "Diana's" face to blush slightly, which "she" covered up by coating it with a lather of soap. Stepping back into the waterfall to rinse off, "she" wondered how "she" would rinse within "her" vagina lips. "Diana" looked at the young native woman's eager face and declared "If that's what you want, I'll talk to your father." "No, he won't listen to you. Ask The Phantom to talk to him. Please?" she begged. "Diana" nodded "her" head, really accepting "her" new feminine second class role in this society and gender identity for the first time. Although "she" knew that "she" was really The Phantom, now "she" was Diana and had to start thinking of "herself" as Diana. To start thinking of himself - rather herself as a woman. Now that the new Diana felt clean, she walked over to her towel. Walking toward her was a fully dressed Phantom, followed by Hero and Devil. The man striding toward her took long steps as his long arms swung from his wide shoulders. Stopping a couple of feet from the still naked Diana, he explained why he was dressed and leaving "Seeing as how I've only got two days to explore my new masculinity, I've decided to make the most of it. I suggest that you explore your new womanly body - take a warm bubble bath, then have Taizza dry and brush your hair. That always makes me feel so soft and feminine. Try on some of my clothes, with my recommendation being to select the lacy and frilly items; then experiment with your makeup technique. Meanwhile, I'm going to ride into town and stop at a little bar that I want to close down. I'll take care of myself and be back by suppertime. I hope you don't mind, but when I shaved, I didn't shave the upper lip. You might like it after it grows out a little." Diana stared at her former body, feeling terrified at the thought of her "husband", because that was another gender concept that she must get used to, going into that bar. Before she could say anything, The Phantom admitted, "I did some calculations when you walked out. If I'm right, your period probably started during the night. It's the beginning of everything, the start of the month of madness. That's why you feel so confused and upset. I'm used to it, but the rush of new female hormones probably overpowered you. If you'll look in my right top drawer, you'll find what you need to protect your clothes. I suggest that you try that very unique feminine necessity just to make sure that you don't get embarrassed by an accident." "A period. Shit, next you'll tell me that I'm pregnant." Diana uttered in a high pitched voice, as she put the bathrobe on. "Anything is possible." Glancing at the male body that now seemed so huge to her smaller body, she admonished her former body "How come you didn't put the jockey protective cup on? You never know when you'll need it." Glancing down at his pelvic area quickly, he responded "Yeah, I see what a difference in appearance it makes in this form-fitting costume. Looks like I've got a German sausage tucked away in my underwear. Well, I put it on, but didn't like the feel of it, so I removed it. I'll make sure that no one hits me there." The Phantom smiled as he declared "Gotta go. Those crooks won't wait." Turning, he grabbed the saddle as he easily leaped into the saddle. Winking at her, he tugged on the horse's reins. Hero turned then the horse started trotting toward the path to town, closely followed by Devil. As Diana stared at the departing Phantom, Taizza asked "Would you like me to come brush your hair?" Diana looked at her young friend. A smile of gratitude formed on her face as she responded "Yes, thank you. I'll make sure The Phantom talks to your father when he returns tonight." "Do you really think that he'll talk to him?" she gushed, her face all aglow with enthusiasm. "If he wants any pussy tonight, he'll do it." ****** The powerful horse trotted down the trail at a speed that most horses couldn't maintain for long, but Hero could carry his master at that speed for several hours before he required rest. Behind them trotted the wolf, which never let his master out of his sight, unless ordered to do something else. Feeling this powerful horse between his legs was nothing new. But having powerful legs wrapped around this horse and not having to put up with bouncing boobs was a completely different sensation. It was also a completely different sensation to have to adjust his cock, as it felt cramped from the tight clothes. The Phantom adjusted his mask, knowing that the crooks in this bar were small time, local crooks that the real Phantom usually ignored. But when a younger Diana Palmer first arrived in Africa, those goons had insulted her and she had never forgotten their harassment. Although the former Diana could've had The Phantom bust them up, she always relished the ideal of marching in there herself - correction, himself and kicking ass. After two hours of easy riding, The Phantom reached the hill overlooking the small town. He stopped the horse while he let the horse rest. He used the time to practice his pistol draw and shadowboxing. He had a little problem getting the draw perfected because his much larger finger seemed to be too big to fit around the trigger. When he was satisfied that the guns felt normal, he hopped back on Hero. He rode to the bar's back door. After dismounting, he opened the saddlebags and put on the trenchcoat, hat and sunglasses that disguised him as Mr. Walker. Mr. Kit Walker. He told the animals to wait, then he walked around the building into the bar. The smoky bar had six or seven riff-rats sitting around playing cards and drinking. He walked over the bar, ordering "Milk, please." The bartender laughed at him as the man closest to him called out in a sarcastic voice "We don't allow pansy's in here. Why don't you get your ass out of here before we kick you out?" Smiling behind his sunglasses, he responded "Milk, please. And I prefer a clean glass." Two of the cardplayers dropped their cards then moved so that they stood behind the person challenging him. When the braggart confirmed that he had backup, he loudly stated "I warned you mister. Prepare to get your ass kicked." The man launched himself with an animal snarl. Side stepping the charging man, The Phantom let the man crash into the bar. As the man rebounded, The Phantom grabbed the man's arm and swung him straight back into a wall, hard enough to knock the breath from him. As another thug stepped forward, Mr. Walker's huge right hand flashed out, connecting with the thug's jaw, instantly dropping him. Before the thug's body fell to the floor, the other two thugs grabbed Mr. Walker's arms as the other hoodlums rushed to help their friends. One man grabbed hold of his knees, lifting his legs in the air. Mr. Walker responded by ramming his legs into the man's midsection, knocking him down. As soon as his feet touched the ground so that he regained his balance, he swung another kick into someone's midsection. The man flew across the room onto his back. With a lightning move, and quick snap of his right arm, he landed two blows against the nearest man's face, connecting once with the nose, then quickly shifted position as he clobbered the bully's chin, knocking him on his back. Another man stepped forward, circling The Phantom warily. The man was furious, his face reddened by his anger. Under The Phantom's mask and Walker's sunglasses, Kit had a look of pure animalistic joy, like a tiger hunting his prey. The man rushed towards Kit and slammed his right fist towards Kit's head--but Kit dodged the blow, caught the man's right hand in his left armpit, and smashed his right elbow down hard on the hoodlum's upper arm. Another man swung at Kit, but Kit easily side stepped the punch and pulled the man's head down with a jerk, bringing his knee up quickly to smash into the man's jaw. As that man went down, Kit launched a series of super-quick blows against another man's chest, before smashing him in the face. One of the men rose unsteadily to his feet. Kit grabbed the man by the arm and spun him furiously into the wall, face first. Three of the thugs now had The Phantom's mark on their chin - the mark that they would never be able to remove. While Kit still had the hat on his head and the sunglasses on his face. In less than thirty seconds, he had beaten all six of them. That old jungle saying about The Phantom being rough with roughnecks was very true. As he stood there, savoring his triumph, Kit realized that he had a rock hard erection in his trousers. It was an unusual sensation, as its increasing tumescence broadcast a strong sexual thrill through his body. It was a very unusual feeling, but he knew that was what an erection felt like. Leaning against the counter, he pressed the cock against his body, verifying that it was an erection. Staring at the bartender, he reminded the bartender "My glass of milk, please. Don't anger me by forgetting my clean glass." Chapter 5 - Comparisons Diana was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a khaki blouse. After Taizza dried and brushed her hair, Diana had dismissed her young friend while she dressed. She looked at Diana's closet full of fashionable city clothes quickly noting that most of them weren't suitable for jungle wear, but which the real Diana frequently dressed up in, just to wear around the cave. Ignoring the fashionable clothes, Diana settled on the standard khaki clothes. She opened the described drawer and found a bunch of pads to absorb the messy female discharge. One of the panties already had a pad pinned in so she observed what she had to do as the pads got dirty. The panties fit although it took a moment to discover which was the front because there was no penis slit. The smooth, satiny fabric felt pleasant next to her skin causing her to remember once when the real Diana had teasingly suggested that the real Phantom wear a pair of her panties because he had a mild raw area in his crotch. The real Diana had joked about how much softer women's panties were and how much nicer they felt over cotton drawers with elastic that kept rubbing the wrong places. The pad completely covered her from above the base of her vaginal lips to the top of her ass's crack. Inside the tight panties it was slightly uncomfortable, but somehow it made her feel more secure. The very lacy bra was extremely difficult. Having observed the real Diana put one on many times before; the new woman didn't realize how difficult it could be to get it on correctly. And after it was on, it still didn't feel right. She unhooked the bra and put it back on, noticing that her breasts still overflowed the lacy garment. A couple of minor adjustments and it felt better, but was still uncomfortable to wear. The cups were a little small for her breasts, then she realized that her new breasts were probably swollen from the menstruation. Looking in the mirror, the bra looked filled out and bulging. The weight of the boobs pulled down the bra straps and the tightness forced the skin up at the top of the bra exposing a lot of cleavage. She took a couple of steps, noticing that the bra only reduced the amount of jiggle. As she stretched her arms to put the shirt on, she could feel the slightly restrictive feel of the bra on her chest with the straps cutting into the shoulders. Wearing a bra was a "damned if you do and damned if you don't" situation. Turning, she gazed at a picture taken of Diana while the real Diana was taking a vacation back in her hometown earlier in the year. The picture showed a beautiful young lady, with skillfully arranged hair, with large curls that were currently in style back in America. Picking up the picture, she stared at the beautiful face, with long dark eyelashes, sweepingly arched eyebrows, seductively pouting pink lips, and tiny gold loop earrings dangling from her pierced ears. That beautiful face in the photograph was now the face that the new Diana presented to the world. Looking in the mirror, Diana saw the same face, but there were so many changes. The curl was gone from the hair, the eyebrows had grown out some, the lips looked naked without the lipstick, there was no makeup on the eyes or rest of the face, and the ears had small diamond earrings to keep the piercing open. Diana smiled similar to the smile in the photograph as she held up the picture by the mirror to compare her current look with the photograph. The camera-caught image of Diana's beautiful, feminine face with her smooth peaches and cream skin tone, perched on a sweetly arched neck stared back at her; framed by a swirling mane of auburn curls. Turning her head as the new young woman stared at her image in the mirror, the sultry tresses bounced around her neck. Although she looked beautiful, the new Diana felt that the current mirrored image wasn't as beautiful as the year-old photograph of the real Diana. Feeling slightly disgusted with the comparison, the new Diana put the photograph back on the dresser, but face down. Staring back at the face in the mirror, she recalled the memory of the first time that The Phantom saw Diana. She wasn't a tall or big woman, but she had a very filled out, proportional body for her five foot two inch body; which only weighed one hundred and twelve pounds. Proportionally, her boobs were large and firm, but not so heavy that they sagged. She had the tiniest waist that flared out into wonderfully rounded hips and a flat, well-defined stomach that sloped smoothly and gently to the extremely sparse, straight black baby-fine pubic hair that framed her pussy. While she had a body that would attract any man, it was her attractive face that caught The Phantom's attention. Thinking back to that time as she shut eyes to recall that never-to-be- forgotten image, the new Diana remembered what the real Diana looked like that day. She had a beautiful face, with highly arched eyebrows, and used just the right amount of makeup to enhance her natural beauty. Her eyes stood out because of the eyeliner, and mascara making her eyes big and bright that highlighted her sensuality. Her pouting lips were flaming red, sharply defined and voluptuous, looking so full, lush, wet and kissable. The long, soft curls, that were framing her face looked as if she had just exited a beauty salon. Her colorful magic of base, powder, blush, liner, shadow and lipstick all combined with her natural beauty to turn her into a sensuous woman who could have any man that she wanted. As she opened her eyes to compare the image of that day with her current-day look, a long lock of tousled hair fell across the face as Diana turned back toward the mirror. Pushing the lock of hair back as if it was a natural motion, she was distracted for a second by her hands. The fingernails definitely needed a manicure. Diana used to have long fingernails, which she painted the same shade of red as her lipstick. Staring back in the mirror, it was obvious that it was the same face, but the rough jungle life was beginning to show. Remembering the departing advice of her new male lover to explore her new womanly body while she could, she decided to give it a try to see what it was like to be a woman. Picking up a brush, she began brushing and combing the hair, trying to shape it as Diana usually wore it. She picked up the brush as she tried to decide where to start. Watching herself in the mirror as she brushed her long thick hair, she was appalled to observe that she was mashing the hair down. She ran her hands through the hair, mussing it but getting it to stand up again, before remembering that Kit's touch with the brush had been very light, so she made a concentrated effort to brush lightly. After several attempts, it began to take shape. She brushed the top and left the sides full and wavy but drawn to the back. The back was arranged in one long fluffy curl, which she draped over her shoulder. Satisfied with the general appearance, she pulled down a few strands before brushing them back so there was a little bit of bangs hanging down. While it didn't look absolutely gorgeous, it looked very normal. The Phantom preferred for her to wear it wild and free, falling to her back. Seeing the hair easily brush into its more familiar style rewarded the efforts that she was putting into perfecting her feminine skills. Sitting at her vanity table, she stared at the mixture of foundations, bases, power, lipstick, gloss, mascara, eyeshadow, and cold cream. Remembering the general purpose and sequence from lying in bed staring at the real Diana while she put on her face, it seemed like it would be easy to smear a little rouge and lipstick on the face. Uncapping the lipstick and cranking it up, she held it in front of her lips as she smelled the pleasant aroma and rubbed a crimson slash across her open mouth. It made her lips feel so smooth and soft. She was conscious of the lipstick on the lips from the slight, fresh odor just below her nose and its taste in her mouth. The taste reminded her how sweet the real Diana's lips had tasted the first time that The Phantom had kissed her. Looking at the smudged thick lipstick on her lips, she wiped it off with a tissue and pursed her lips. Turning the lipstick, she took her time putting the lipstick on. When she finished, she had a very thick coat of the bright red lipstick but she had brought it out just past the edge of her lips all the way around in order to give a more sexy shape to her new mouth. Not liking the thickness, she wiped it off again and re-applied it, this time applying a thin, covering coat that outlined her lips correctly and had a thin appearance. A final touchup, then her lips assumed the fullness and softness of the beautiful woman that she should be displaying. Feeling comfortable with mastering that feminine skill, she put a little blush on her cheeks. Three failed attempts later, she put the blush away accepting her fire-engine red cheeks as "not correct but passable" before she concentrated on making her eyes look sultry. She closed one eyelid at a time as she swiped some shadow on each of her eyes in turn. Blinking her eyes, it didn't seem right because she looked more like a raccoon that had been in a fight, than a beautiful young debutante. Recognizing that there was more to do before she was finished, she tried to determine where she should work next. Staring at the rather full eyebrows, she considered tweezing them back to the thin, more-stylist shape that Diana preferred when she was in America. Looking carefully at the eyebrows, the new Diana decided that she liked them full; so she wisely left them alone. She outlined her eyes and darkened her eyebrows with eye liner, then applied some mascara to each of her eyelashes. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was very disappointed with her somewhat ghastly appearance and lack of natural makeup skill. Twenty minutes later she gave up as she scrubbed it all off then only applied the lipstick. The somewhat frustrated new woman stared at the makeup, realizing for the first time, how much skill it took to expertly apply the different cosmetics so that it not only enhanced the beauty but also looked natural. Picking up one of the perfume atomizers, she sprayed a squeeze of perfume on her shirt. Taking a whiff of the perfume and enjoying this particular odor, she sprayed herself again. Opening the jewelry box, she stared at the treasures that the real Diana favored. The Phantom had given Diana her choice of any jewels in the Treasure Room, but she favored the small delicate look in her personal jewelry. She selected a gold neck chain, with matching bracelet and earrings, and several rings, which barely fit on her smaller fingers. The rings reminded Diana that her nails were due some maintenance, so she gave herself a manicure, adding some bright red nail polish that matched her lipstick. Her nails were fairly long and she just rounded them at the ends before applying the polish. She examined the hands; feeling pleased with the improvement that the polish made to her smaller and more delicate hands. Standing and looking at herself in the mirror, her appearance was now the way that Diana usually looked. No one would ever know that it wasn't the real Diana when she stepped outside the privacy of their cave bedroom. Finally the new Diana was dressed so that she felt comfortable enough to walk through the village. Stepping out of the cave into the bright sunlight, there was just a momentarily weakness in her legs as if she was scared. Pausing for a second before she continued toward the village, the new Diana assumed that it was something that came with being a woman - such as the female hormones that were now cursing through her feminine brain. After all in her real Phantom body, she had wadded hundreds of times into deadly situations without feeling any terror. As she walked through the village, she noticed how people looked at her. She felt as if a hundred eyes were staring at her; that everyone knew about the body exchange but she attributed that minor fear to the hormones again. Holding her head high as she disregarded her fears, she walked slowly through the village. She spoke to the villagers, nodding to the ones that didn't speak to her. She could tell a definite difference in the way the men treated Diana from the way they treated The Phantom. The men typically wouldn't speak to her because they had to keep the class difference. She might be The Phantom's wife but she was still just a woman. They would smile at her, then lightly nod their heads as a simple greeting to accept her presence. But the most difficult moments was when they looked appreciably at her body as if they could see through her clothes; then they would continue with their more important tasks as hand - such as batting away a fly. There was also a noticeable difference in the way that the women greeted the new Diana. Normally the women would greet The Phantom with a mild smile then they would scurry to get out of the way so that The Phantom could talk man talk with their husbands/fathers. The women were now lively talking with the new Diana as if she was one of them. The women stopped her as she walked, talking to her about their children, their food, their food, their lazy husbands, and their gossip. It normally took The Phantom only ten minutes to walk from one end of the village to the other because chit-chat was minimal. But the new Diana discovered that the women talked longer so it took almost an hour just to get halfway through the village. By the time that she got to the center of the village, she felt accepted by the women and ignored by the men. Under the central tree, Mozz was sitting, with a bunch of kids scattered around him as he told his stories. Diana sat down next to him and listened to him as he talked to the kids in their natural language. Then he mumbled something, using a different language, that was a simple command to Diana requesting her to help him get up from his sitting position. She stood up to help him up but the old man sat there as he ignored her attempt to help him. Then he declared in the same language as the command "Two things gave you away. Your heavy overuse of the perfume this morning. The real Diana doesn't know a single word of the Moorish dialect, but the real Phantom does." Sitting back down beside the old man, Diana looked at the kids who didn't understand what the old man had discussed. With a wave of his hand dismissing them, the children ran away, leaving only Mozz and Diana sitting under the tree. Diana confirmed his guess "We tried it last night. As you can see, it worked. We're going to live each other's life for two days before we swap back. I need your help to make sure that no one else discovers that we've done this exchange." "There is an old jungle saying that goes - He who swings from vine, must worry what to do if the vine breaks." A puzzled look formed on Diana's face as she responded "I don't remember anyone saying that about me." "True. It's one that a friend told me about a man named Tarzan. But it also applies to you. What if you can't switch back?" "But we've got to." "Nothing is guaranteed in life except taxes and death. That's an old IRS saying." "Ok, so you're probably right. What can we do?" "Only wait and see. We'll try but if it doesn't work, then you'll have to adapt to your new life...Diana." The sound of Mozz so forcefully calling her Diana sends a chill down her back. A chill of doom. ****** The Phantom rode into the village in mid-afternoon after returning from taking care of the bullies in town. Sliding off Hero, he entered the Skull Cave. A quick glance around the cave revealed that he was the only person in the somewhat private area. He deduced that Diana must be down in the main village - probably talking to Mozz. He strode into the Chronicle Room, enjoying the sound of his heavy boots clicking on the stone floor as he walked briskly through the cave. There was a very noticeable difference to his new footsteps over his real body's footsteps. The sound was more confident, more powerful..more manly. Opening the latest journal, he fulfilled a mandatory task that every Phantom for the last four hundred years had done every day. He entered the story of his fight, recording for future generations how some bullies had tried to push one person too many. He left out one major observation - the wonderful erection that he had experienced as a result of the fight. When he finished his entry, he noticed the obvious difference in the handwriting. The entry just made was an example of beautiful hand writing, where the letters were very flowing and feminine while the previous entries were almost brutish and business-like. Later he would bring Diana in here and between the two of them, write the chronicle entry to describe their body exchange. Striding into the Throne Room, he sat down on the Throne. Sitting in the carved-rock Throne chair felt very normal, where it hadn't feel even the tienie-wieniest bit normal when he sat on the Throne in Diana's smaller body. The rock-hard chair was designed for a man with long legs and a wide body, so the chair felt better with his new body. Sitting in the Throne, he felt a rush of power flow through his body as he realized that he was The Phantom now. That he was the man who millions of jungle inhabitants idolized because of The Phantom's rich history and mystery. Looking around at the huge chamber, his low voice filled every crevice as he whispered to the ghosts that filled the chamber "I won't let you down." He wanted to sit on the Throne for a long time so that he could think about what it was like to be The Phantom. But he knew that his time was limited with so many other things that he wanted to experience also. Walking through the series of inter-linked caves, he entered the Burial Vault where the twenty other Phantoms were buried in their individual crypts. Looking at the open space reserved for the twenty-first Phantom - the current Phantom, he knew that he wanted to be buried within that space when he died. He knew that was impossible because only The Phantom's were buried here within the crypt. The dead wives of Phantoms were buried in a small cemetery just a short distance from the waterfall. When he eventually died, he wanted to be entombed here within the crypt - where he felt that he really belonged. ****** Diana was watching Taizza cook. Most times, Diana helped her friend, but the little pigmy woman had declined Diana's assistance today. Talking to Taizza woman-to-woman in a best friend to best friend style was a very unusual experience for the new Diana. She felt more comfortable talking about horses, or crops, or hunting, or anything but what Taizza kept talking about. Taizza's entire life seemed to revolve around Mauba and her planned life with him. Diana had to pretend to be interested in her friend's single-track mind which simply revolved around her desire to be fucked. From her limited topic range, Diana deduced that Taizza was extremely horny because all the young virginal woman would talk about was, what it must be like to be fucked. And that was something that Diana didn't want to think about, much less answer the rather pointed questions that Taizza kept asking about sex. As fast as Diana changed the subject to something that wasn't so unsettling to her, Taizza would switch back to the topic of sex, often inquiring about details of what Diana thought about making love to The Phantom. Talking to Taizza, Diana was amazed to discover that the whole village discussed their love life and that most of the village women frequently fantasized about what it would like to have The Phantom as their husband. While Diana knew that back in her bachelor days as The Phantom, that The Phantom could've claimed any village woman as his companion, she never dreamed that the village women talked about his reputed sexual prowess as an everyday topic. Taizza revealed that they joked about how his body was proportionally built everywhere except between the legs. And that even the biggest horse didn't have a cock reportedly as big as his cock. Hearing Taizza open up about the rumors and gossip of the village women, Diana felt her face blush many times as Taizza rattled on about what so-and-so would do if The Phantom was her man for the night. Or about someone else bragging about how she had been visited one night in the dark by a man whose cock was so big that it could only have been the Phantom. About how there were women who had been slightly disappointed by their new-born babies non-white skin. Taizza was also very curious about Diana's ability to satisfy her husband with her mouth. When Diana shyly changed the subject, Taizza immediately switched back, claiming that she needed to know how to suck big cocks so that she could someday be the perfect wife to Mauba. Finally Diana claimed that she needed some exercise so that she could escape her friend's one track mind. She walked out of the village and down one of the trails to a lonely spot by a stream that she knew the real Diana liked to visit. Sitting on a fallen log, she knew why the real Diana felt depressed and lonesome at times. There was really nothing here to entertain her or interest her. That's why the real Diana spent a lot of time in the woods exercising, or dreaming about going back home. The new Diana sat on the log, thinking for a long time about what she had learned in such a short time. She was surprised when she looked up to see that it was almost sundown. Leaping to her feet, she turned to see Mozz quietly sitting on a stump a little way up the trail. He smiled as the village's wise man proclaimed "Just as I watched over the person that I formerly knew as Diana, I'll watch over you." The old man started walking back down the trail. She hurried after him, feeling her breasts bounce up and down even with the bra on. In a few seconds, she was beside him on the trail. He stopped, looked her in the eye as he softly reminded the new young lady "My friend, I would love to live in a society where I could treat you as an equal. But as you know, we don't. Please don't make me remind you." He walked slowly forward as Diana followed him, keeping one step behind him as a woman is supposed to follow any man. They talked as they walked. Mozz told her that he had seen The Phantom ride in and he was in the cave. When Diana entered the cave, The Phantom was sitting in his throne chair. His gunbelt was off and he was staring in space as he thought about whatever Phantoms think. She cleared her throat making a small noise which caused him to look up as he asked. "Hi, dear. How was your day?" "I understand that I'm the luckiest woman in the village to be married to a stud like you. Why didn't you tell me about all these rumors going around about The Phantom's large cock and his frequent affairs? Did you shoot anyone today?" she asked, hearing a slight tone of sarcasm in her voice. "Not yet, but the day's not over yet. As for the rumors, they were just gossip that I didn't feel worth repeating. I knew that you weren't having affairs and I enjoyed hearing all the outlandish things that the women gossiped about doing with you. As for what I've been doing, I've been doing a lot of thinking. We're both acting slightly differently than we normally act. I think it's caused by the hormones going through our new brains. You're going through an hourly estrogen hormone fluctuation as your new body cleanses itself and I'm being bombarded with testosterone's, which causes me to strut a little too much." "Maybe you're right. I know I've felt a mixture of feelings today - one minute depressed and lonely while the next minute, all hyper and feeling strange. I was looking at a pretty flower and I suddenly felt like crying. I can't explain how strange I feel." "It's the only explanation. Let me tell you what happened to me today. I had several erections. Three of them were while I was riding Hero. One was here while I was sitting on the Throne and one . one was in town." "That's natural. Most men have several erections daily." "I know, but it's weird to find yourself suddenly erect when there's no logical reason for it. I see that you took my advice and explored the mysteries of cosmetics. Later tonight, I can show you how to apply your makeup properly." "Does that mean that you think I put it on wrong?" she responded with a slightly higher tone of voice indicating a little anger. "No, not at all. I was just - I thought maybe that you would like...I've spent years learning how to put makeup on that face and I'd be happy to help you. Are you hungry?" he asked, trying to change the subject. "I've nibbled all day so I'm really not hungry." "Supper is ready. I took the liberty of doing that task while I was waiting for you. After supper, we'll talk some more about our experiences." Chapter 6 - Impotence The first time that she called him Kit was almost as difficult as the first time that she responded to someone calling her Diana. But after a few moments of pleasant dinning in the privacy of their living quarters, she felt very comfortable calling him Kit. During dinner, Diana discussed her promise to Taizza and Kit promised to talk to Taizza's father. While Kit ate a hearty meal, Diana discovered that she quickly became full after only a few bites while Kit seemed to have a bottomless stomach. Both of them talked and laughed about their first day living as the other person. Kit recited how it felt to thrash the bullies, describing the fight in graphic details but leaving out any mention of the erection. He told her how everything seemed so small now that he was a big man. His face turned serious when he described how he fulfilled the obligations of being The Phantom, by updating the Chronicles and visiting the Crypt. He kept silent about the time that he spent on the Throne, thinking about how difficult it would be to return to his real body. Diana told him a little about her day, but didn't feel that there was much for her to discuss. After all, most of the day was spent talking to women who were doing nothing but gossiping. While Kit cleaned up after supper, Diana went to the bathroom. She was horrified to discover that the pad was soaked with a bloody discharge. She dropped the pad in the commode as she cleaned herself. Going back into the bedroom, she got a fresh pad and panty, then walked to the waterfall. Undressing, she worried about having to dry her hair again, but she didn't want to go to bed with that unclean feeling, so she eased under the waterfall, knowing that the water would make a mess of her hair. As the water flowed around her, it seemed to relax her and pull some of the tension out of her tense body. She was drying herself off when Kit joined her beside the waterfall. He was wearing only the mask and skullcap with his robe and swim trunks. He dived into the water and swam a couple of laps as Diana sat on the rock and brushed her long hair, seeing for the first time how much trouble long hair was to maintain. When Kit finished bathing, they walked back to the cave together. As they walked into their bedroom, Diana felt the hair on her neck rise slightly as a sixth sense warned her about something that was getting ready to occur. She asked, "Are you going to rape me?" "Not tonight, your body's swollen slightly now and a rape could be a little unpleasurable, especially when you haven't learned yet how to enjoy yourself. I thought that we would start off exploring each other's new body and just let things happen." He undressed down to his undershorts then laid down on the bed. Diana noticed that he laid on the side of the bed that Kit usually laid on. Just as they took over each other bodies, so had they taken over minor things that each of them accepted for granted. Did that mean that Kit expected her to service him tonight? As she removed her bathrobe, she felt him staring at her naked body. She laid on the bed, quickly pulling the sheet up over her body, even though she wasn't cold. She could still feel him staring at her. He rolled over, facing her as he pulled the sheet down to her mid-waist so that her breasts were exposed. She didn't say a word, knowing that the desire to explore each other's side of the sexual fence was the main reason that the body exchange had been proposed. Kit ran his hand through her still wet hair then suggested "Would you like for me to brush your hair and put some makeup on you?" Diana sat up suddenly, angrily staring at a puzzled Kit as she screamed "I don't look pretty enough for you? Well, I've seen you look a lot worse and I still had enough respect for you, to let you look how you wanted to look." "I'm sorry." Suddenly Diana's eyes watered up and tears began to flow down her cheek as she gasped "I didn't mean it. I don't know why I screamed at you." "Come here. I understand." He suggested, pulling her slightly so that her head was resting in his armpit and her face was staring at his male nipples. Something about feeling the heat from his body and hearing the pounding of his heartbeat soothed her; removing the tension that she had been feeling. Lying in the crook of his arm, she could feel the strong muscles rippling under the tight skin as she stared at the small ringlets of dark brown hair around each nipple. She stared at the heaving of his chest with each breath; watching the stretching of his large round nipples; feeling the blood pulsing through the veins in his neck and being tickled by his baby fine hair on his arm. All while she was close enough to see the pores in his skin. Not knowing why she was doing it, she reached a finger out experimentally as she touched his nipples in turn, watching them contract as her long, red fingernail forced the nubs to attention. With her head still on his chest, she could feel his heart beat stronger and began to be aware that her body heat was rising along with his body heat. With a gentle guide of his strong arm under her head, he pulled her lips to his lips. If anyone had been observing them at that moment, it would have been extremely obvious that the touch of each other's mouth was absolutely electrifying to both of them. Diana was amazed that her former lips were so incredibly soft, his breath so sweet and his touch so tender. It wasn't what she thought that a man's kiss would be like. After the first timid touch, she wanted more. She pressed her mouth firmly against the male lips, kissing him back, tentatively at first and then more passionately as something deep within her awakens some deep, hungry desire. Her lips parted slightly allowing the tip of her wet tongue to slowly wash over his lips. Anticipating her desires, he opened his mouth slightly, allowing her tongue to enter his hungry mouth. He timidly touched her tongue with his own tongue, absorbing her warmth and wetness. After a second or two of friendly teasing, Diana pulled away from him as she blushed, knowing that she had just crossed an invisible line; one that she couldn't ignore as she stared at her former body. Dropping her eyes slightly, she could see a bulge in his underwear, knowing that it was his cock, filling with blood, pulsing, arching its way towards her. Diana felt her body heat up as Kit moved his hand down her legs and began to massage her thighs. Each touch of his hand made her hotter than before. She felt a strong desire for sex building within her. By the time that his hand rubbed lightly across her crotch, her whole attitude changed for the better. Where she had worried about this moment all day long, now all her cares and worry left her, replaced by a desire to explore her former body; to taste her former body and to feel her former cock inside her. Her lips kissed the nearest nipple on his perfectly muscular chest. He shifted position slightly as he started to roll over to face her. She stopped him with a husky whisper "No, I promised you that you would know what it's like to get the best blowjob in the world. Just lay back and enjoy." After he shifted back to lying on his back, she massaged his chest and warm nipples the way that the real Diana had previously massaged him so many times. Slowly, she lowered her head to the male nipples, pausing to flick her tongue at the nipple just enough to coat one side with her salvia; then she blew her warm breath on the damp nipple, watching it react as it swelled with blood. Delicately, she eased one nipple into her mouth, savoring the texture. Releasing her play-toy, she whispered "I didn't realize that male nipples had a slight musky taste, almost slightly salty taste." His husky response was "Yeah, I used to get very turned on just by licking your nipples, tasting your masculine, musky smell with my lips and tongue. The stronger you smelled sometimes, the more I enjoyed it." She started moving back and forth between his masculine nipples, licking and sucking one while her fingers fondled the other one, her hands trying to cup his muscular chest as if they were female breasts. One of his large hands began stroking her hair while the other one began cupping and fondling her female breasts. She slowly ran her fingers around his nipples, hearing him suck in his breath. She could tell that this was arousing him. She pinched a nipple softly, resulting in a slight moan of pleasure. She sat up suddenly, guiding his hands back to a resting position. Then she leaned over and kissed his stomach gently, darting the tip of her tongue into his belly button, moving back up towards his chest; making sure to trail her still-slightly- damp hair over his belly. She explored the bulge within his shorts and asked in a throaty whisper "Why did you wear underwear to bed?" After a momentary pause, he responded "I was afraid. Although I had dreamed about this moment all my life, now that it was here, I was worried about being able to perform. What if I discovered that I was impotent at that critical moment? After all, it's my real body that's making love to me. The same body that I've seen all my life. The body where I know every flaw, every curve, every wrinkle. I was worried that making love to my former body wouldn't turn me on. As I rode home today, I thought about it and the more I thought about it, the more worried I became." "I see. Well, big boy, just shut up and let this little bitch fuck your brains out after I give you the best blow job that any man ever got." He held up one massive hand as if he was directing traffic "You don't have to do that, if you don't want to. A lot of women work up to it." "No, I've thought about it all day in the back of my mind. I knew that I had to start there. If I can suck a man's cock in my mouth, then I can handle any other little bit of fucking femininity that is expected of me. Right now, this body is turned on and is telling me what it wants me to do; so just lay back and enjoy this treat - I might never do this again." As he dropped his hand, she bit one nipple gently, causing him to inhale sharply. She kissed his neck, nibbling at his ear lobes, biting gently, as she rubbed her hanging breasts against his chest. His mouth opened slightly as her mouth covered his much larger mouth. Her tongue darted into his mouth, seeking his larger oral muscle, as their tongues tried to wrap around each other. From his throat came the sound of soft sighs as his body began a slow, swaying motion caused by his hips as he followed the thrusts and twists of her darting tongue. She pulled her face back, exposing a roguish grin on her lips just before she trailed her tongue along the edges of his slightly parted lips; feeling his body sway as she probed him with her tongue. Her lips hung teasingly mere inches from his lips, her warm breath blowing on his slightly damped lips as she shifted slightly, pressing the length of her body against his chest. Her down hanging, stiffened nipples rubbed against him as he bowed his back slightly to feel more of her warm skin. For just a moment, she pressed into him as he moved, running the tip of her tongue along his shoulders as her breasts swirled around his chest in a circular motion. Then she pulled back, enjoying the sound of his light groan as her lips moved back down to his nipples, sucking them, tickling them with her tongue. As she played with him, she felt a very unfamiliar warm, wet sensation between her legs, which she quickly recognized as a female's natural lubrication process. She paused a second to enjoy that unusual excitement then she heard a light growl, or maybe it was a purring sound, escape her lips as she continued exploring her former body. She realized that she was breathing very hard, and that she could feel her heartbeat in her pussy better even than she could feel it in her chest. Sliding a finger under his underwear, she rubbed his cockhead with a fingertip, feeling the heat emitting from the hard shaft, as his jock bulge looked bigger than ever. As she gently fondled the hairy nuts, she felt his cock spring partially erect as it quickly thickened from her tantalizing foreplay. Staring at her arm disappearing into his underwear, it looked as if his cock was as big as her wrist. He arched his back slightly and pushed his underwear down, flicking it off with a snap of his ankle. She kissed and licked all over his body, as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the erotic pleasure she was sharing with him. With her knee, she guided him into spreading his legs and she eased down his body, trailing her tongue as she rubbed her breasts over his body. He groaned and stiffened when her swinging nipples brushed against his turgid cock as she moved down his tummy. A light moaning sound emitted from his throat as she softly kissed a little trail, down past his belly button, along his hip, to his thighs, moving in, licking his inner thigh up towards her ultimate goal. He splayed his legs wide open, exposing his powerful thighs and a dense bush of wiry dark curls in his crotch, from which hung the large heavy balls. She spread his athletic legs wider and licked along the crevice where his leg met his pubic area, and then down to the wrinkly section of skin between his balls and his asshole, working slowly up, sliding her warm tongue onto his scrotum. She was unable to keep from staring at the huge cock that was only inches from her face. From this close-up position, her former cock was quite large when fully erect. Stiffly the long, fat cock shaft rose out of his cock curls, at least nine inches long and almost as thick around as her wrist. The uncircumcised bulbous head was wet and shiny from the first smears of pre- cum, standing out erect from his groin, arching slightly to the right. The cock knob was as big as a small apple, bloated deep red and glistening with oozing cock cream. Staring at her former cock, she felt a strong craving throbbing in her cunt. She had never imagined that just looking at her former stiff prick could make her pussy feel so wet and hot. Her pussy was very wet, throbbing so horny that she could hardly think straight. She felt overwhelmed by desire, frustration and a wanton, uncontrollable lust. His hands gripped her hair as she licked up the length of his dick, tracing the rim of his throbbing, hot, head with her tongue. She shifted her body slightly so that her lips were just above the cockhead. She ran her tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his cock, starting at the root and working up to the bulbous dick-head. She squeezed the head gently so that the small piss-hole at the tip opened, and using her eager tongue, she licked at the semen, which was seeping out. She could taste his semen, salty and slightly bitter, and with her face buried in his pubic hair, she could smell the heady, overpowering musky smell of his cock. Opening her mouth slightly, she ran her tongue around the rim of the cock-head, feeling his entire body stiffen as her tongue touched him. She wrapped her small hand around the shaft and gently stroked his hard prick as she thought about what she'd committed to doing - to suck his cock. Staring at the huge bulbous shaft, she felt a little intimidated at the thought of getting even the cockhead within her mouth, much less the entire shaft. But remembering all the previous times when that same cock had buried itself in this same throat, Diana knew that somehow it would fit this time. She opened her mouth as his cock rubbed across her face. Without hesitating, she stuck it into her mouth as she widened her lips to accommodate it. He held her head in his hands and pushed her down, thrusting deeper into her. She gagged a little as the first rush of cock entered her mouth, but he paused, allowing her time to adjust to the heady mouthful of male organ. Holding his breath and concentrating on letting her take it, instead of forcing it down her throat, he was quickly rewarded as she relaxed her throat and pulled more of it into her mouth. He released a very loud pleasure moan as her warm mouth began sucking his cock deeper into her warm and wet mouth. Taking a deep breath, she gobbled the cock in one swoop, as she thrust it deep into her throat, so deep she almost gagged before drawing it out until just the very tip was still between her lips. Wrapping her slender hand around the shaft, she repeated the thrust. Pausing for a second, she felt her lips stretched tight as the huge shaft rested deep within her throat. She sucked the cock harder and harder, shocking herself with her eagerness to mouth and slurp a cock. She slowly pulled back; enjoying the sensation of the cockhead as it rubbed the sensitive skin within her throat. His back was slightly arched and sweat was coating his body as he tensed, letting her adjust to the foreign feel of a large cock within her mouth. As she thrust it back in and then began a rhythmic stroking, he could hear the soft gentle moaning which was coming from her, knowing that she was enjoying it as much as he was. Ignoring the slight gagging sensation, she eased her face closer to his hairy crotch swallowing all of his cock in one swallow. The huge prick responded to her hard, wet sucking by growing even bigger and stiffer within her already full mouth and stretched lips. The cock knob puffed up, pulsating against the roof of her throat. Not able to control himself anymore, his hands began guiding her head, helping her as she repeatedly swallowed his cock, each swallow taking his cockhead from her lips to deep within her throat. As he jerked and thrust against her, he felt her tighten and tense up suddenly. With a quick jerk, she pulled his cock from her mouth, still holding it in her hand. Her hand began squeezing it hard as her fingernails dug into his tender skin. Recognizing that she was experiencing the beginning of a female orgasm, he softly groaned "Let it rip, baby. Don't hold back. You've got more coming." Every muscle on her body was tight, sweat was dripping down her forehead, and her eyes were staring at some invisible point in space as her body reacted to her first female orgasm. Suddenly her fingernails dug in deeper and she arched her back, raising herself on her elbows as a deep guttural sound groaned from her quivering lips. Then her body began shaking as her eyes glazed over, losing focus as they sank back into her head. Almost as suddenly as it began, she collapsed on top of him, still clutching his cock in her hand. For about thirty seconds, he let her lie there, experiencing the afterglow; then he whispered "We're just getting started." Raising her head, he observed a heavy drop of sweat dripping from her nose as she smiled at him. Then she opened her mouth and sucked his cock deep within her throat. This time, she didn't pull it out and held it there, with her lips buried in his pubic hair. With her tongue, she began stroking the base of the turgid shaft, while she made swallowing motions with her throat, putting gentle pressure on his cock. Gasping at the sensual feel of her total swallowing of his cock, he grabbed the bedsheet, digging in with his fingernails as she manipulated his meat with her throat muscles. Eyes closed, she seemed to forget who she really was as she lost herself in lust. Her passion continued to build along with that of her lover. Arching his back, he raised them both off the bed, but she refused to surrender her swallowed prisoner. As he arched his back repeatedly up and down, a little of his cock would pull loose from her