Cock For A Day — Giselle Renarde

As much as I enjoy being a girl—I could sing a few bars, but I’ll spare you the torment—my mind often wanders to a make-believe body with a little something extra.  One of my most persistent fantasies is to wake up one morning as a woman with a cock.  I’d still want the juicy breasts, the smooth ass and the un-hairy chest, of course.  It wouldn’t be a forever change, just a cock for a day.
           
Here’s how the fantasy goes:  One morning I wake up feeling something unfamiliar under the covers.  I know right away what it is.  After all the imagining, all the fantasizing, it’s finally happened: I have my cock for a day!  With the hot dreams I’ve been dreaming, my new rod is ready for a test drive the moment I wake.  Rolling over to my husband, pressing my hard cock against the cleave of his ass cheeks, I whisper in his ear, “Hey honey, look what I have for you!” 
           
Lifting the covers, I show my partner the spectacular meat.  I’d want my cock to be just like his, same size and shape, so he wouldn’t be jealous.  He’s amazed, of course.  He never believed me when I told him this would one day happen.  I ask him, “Ever wonder what it feels like to suck a cock?”
           
Hubby says, “Not really,” so I have to fondle myself a bit to get him tempted.  This is a one-day-only opportunity, after all.  I squeeze my nipples to get them good and hard while I’m teasing my meat.  All the blood from my brain rushes to it, making me a total dunce, but my is cock thick and strong.  Fixated on this unbelievable image of a beautiful woman stroking her big, hard dick, Hubby reconsiders.
           
Sneaking under the covers, Hubby licks tentatively at the gleaming head, drooling precum out its little hole.  “Not bad,” he says, like my cock is a pork tenderloin.  He licks my head again, circling his tongue around it, teasing me.  All I want to do is grab his hair and fuck his throat, but I have to hold myself back.  After all, the last thing I’d want to do is hurt my wonderful husband.  I wouldn’t want him to hurt me.  It works both ways.   
           
So I wait while he teases my cockhead with his tongue.  I fondle my tits, pinch my nipples.  And in the valley of my breasts, there’s my husband, his lips around my inexplicable dick.  God, I’ve never seen anything so hot in my entire life:  In the foreground, my undulating tits, nipples rosy and hard.  Beyond them, my man with a meaty shaft filling his mouth.  It’s out of this world!
 
Then I get a surprise:  Hubby sinks on me, taking my whole cock right down his throat.  He learned that from me, by the way.  The warmth of his mouth makes me flush with a pleasure I’ve never felt before.  As Hubby pulls away, he sucks hard on my cock and I feel the soft walls of his mouth like a tight vacuum seal around my shaft.  My legs begin to shake.  Crap, not yet…
           
His tongue massages, his warm mouth sucks, and I melt like a popsicle.  I know I’m about to come.  I don’t want to – not yet – but there’s nothing I can do about it.  Now I can’t help myself!  I take his hair in my hands and I thrust, gently as I can, until he takes the base of my rod in his fist.  Sucking away, Hubby strokes me hard with his hand.  He learned that from me too. 
           
My thighs shake.  My toes curl.  There’s this tingling feeling working its way through my minutes-old balls.  I clench my ass cheeks.  Sorry, honey, but I just can’t hold it in any longer!  Like liquid fireworks, I come in Hubby’s talented mouth while my whole body convulses, from the tips of my toes to the crown of my head.  God Almighty, I’ve never had an orgasm like that!  Oh, and Hubby’s so sweet that he swallows my cum and doesn’t complain. What a doll!  I’d like to return the favour, but I’m just so sleepy…
           
The other thing Hubby so graciously neglects to comment on is how fast I came.  I’m sure he understands.  After all, I’ve owned my penis for less than an hour.  Takes a while to get used to controlling one of these things.  And, to think, there’s so much more a woman with a cock can get up to.  With a one-day limit, well, there’s no time to lose.  That’s why Hubby and I call in sick to work and spend the whole day getting up to no good.  By nightfall, he’s happy, I’m very happy, and we’re both ready for everything to go back the way it was.
        
Maybe my fantasy’s a little unusual.  Then again, maybe not.  I guess it’s not all that likely to happen.  I mean, the chances of my waking up tomorrow morning with a fully-grown, fully-functional penis are slim to none.  If I do happen to open my eyes to find an extra appendage under the covers, though, I’m definitely taking the day off work.

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This is Giselle’s second sexy story published here on Every Night Erotica, read Bad Behaviour.

Eroticist, environmentalist, and pastry enthusiast Giselle Renarde is a proud Canadian, supporter of the arts, and activist for women’s and LGBT rights.  For Giselle, a perfect day involves watching a snowstorm rage outside with a cup of tea in one hand and a chocolate truffle in the other. Ms Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

For more information on Giselle and her work, visit her website at www.gisellerenarde.webs.com or visit her Donuts and Desires blog at donutsdesires.blogspot.com.