It's a Weird Life
Keywords: It's, a, Weird, Life,
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It took a minute for my eyes to adjust as I walked from the bright sunlight into the darkness of the bar at the far end of the French Quarter. I enjoyed that part. It was just far enough away from the noisy bars that are filled only with tourists so that I could relax and enjoy a few drinks.
"Hey Ken. Your usual?"
"Sounds good Sally."
At last I could almost see enough to continue walking. I sat at the bar next to the only other person there, a nice looking woman.
"Want another?"
"Two's my limit."
"How many you've had?"
"Five."
"Another for my new friend."
"Thanks Ken. Julie's my name."
It was obvious Julie was pretty far-gone and it wasn't even nine in the morning. Who was I to talk? I was also there before nine.
Sally sat our drinks in front of us. "Any new jobs?"
"None today."
"Glad to hear. Guess I'm safe for another day." She laughed as she walked away.
"What do you do?"
Through the excess drink, I started to realize that Julie's voice was probably as masculine as mine was feminine.
"I'm a hit man for the mob." I could hear Sally laugh even harder.
"Really?" Julie looked a little shocked.
"Nah. Just a joke between Sally and me."
"Good."
She reached over and put her hand on mine, stroking my palm. "Nice hands."
I sat there just watching her fingers move over my palm for a moment before downing half my drink in a single gulp. My eyes traveled from her long brown hair past her attractive face down her nicely shaped breasts that were about to pop out of her blouse across her hip that was showing because her short skirt had ridden up far too much.
My hand now rested on her thigh, slowly sliding upwards.
"That feels good Ken, I don't want you to stop, but you may not like what's up there."
"Maybe it is just what I want."
She leaned over and kissed me. Her tongue pressed my lips open and I didn't resist. The kiss didn't last very long, just long enough to let each other know we both wanted more, a lot more.
Her hand rested on my thigh near the upper part. Her fingers were about to touch my crotch.
"You may be disappointed."
"Small?"
I whispered in her ear, "A pussy."
"You live near..."
"Just a stager away." I stood up and held her hand. As she attempted to stand, she almost fell off the barstool.
In the bright daylight on the deserted sidewalk, she pushed me against the brick wall of the building and her tongue slid across mine as her hand cupped the crotch of my jeans. I sucked her tongue further into my mouth, almost pulling it from its roots as she began to rub her hand firmly back and forth. I reached under her dress and grabbed what I knew was waiting for my hand.
She pulled her head back. "You like?"
"What did you find?" I quizzed.
"Something to put it in."
I pulled her hand like the handle on a wagon as I started walking towards my place.
Julie was in the bedroom before I locked the front door. I watched as the hem of the dress hovered just over her face before it landed on the other side of the bed. She was gorgeous with the face of an angel. Her breasts demanding to be held just as she was doing right now, her fingers twisting her nipples.
"Hope you're not going to just stand there fully dressed."
I sat on the edge of the bed doing nothing and looked at her for a moment.
"What?"
"There's something I didn't tell you."
"Besides you're a woman living as a man? Hey we're just alike only I'm a guy living as a woman."
I pulled my pants down and slipped my prosthetic leg off and let it and my pants fall on the floor.
"Ken ... I don't have a damn problem about that." She reached over, grabbed my stump, and rubbed it. "So ... did you want to be this way?"
I stared at her with a puzzled look.
"You did, didn't you?"
I nodded my head as a tear formed in the corner of my eye. There were no more secrets left now and this was one I'd never told anybody. My hand rested on hers and moved both over the end of my stump.
"Listen Ken. We both felt we were stuck in the wrong gender, only you also felt you shouldn't have your leg."
"You understand?"
"My Mom and I have had this exact conversation for years."
"Your Mom?"
"Yup. Just like you."
Julie's cock was rock hard as it peeked above her slim smooth thighs. I reached over to hold it.
"Are you going to take the rest of those clothes off or do I have to take them off for you?"
I tossed my shirt and underwear on top of the clothes on the floor and then lay back on the bed. Julie lay next to me. Our lips met. Her hand lay over my chest, flat from a breast reduction. Her finger flipped my nipple back and forth as she kissed me before filling my mouth with her tongue.
My hand was wrapped around her cock. "Mind if I suck you?"
"I was hoping you would."
I kissed as I moved my face down her body, pausing just long enough to explore her breasts.
"Nice breasts."
"They're not so big."
"They're perfect."
They were too, just a little bigger than mine used to be. I kissed all over leaving them shinny with the remains of my wet kisses. Her nipples stood up and I saved them for last before heading further down her body. Now they were as wet as the rest of her breasts.
My hand cupped her scrotum. "Balls?"
"Silly isn't it?"
"I don't mind."
I fondled them as I took the first few inches of her prick in my mouth. My head bobbed up and down as I enjoyed the feel of it slide across my tongue, against the roof of my mouth, and over my lips.
"Oh Ken..."
"Just enjoy it."
Her fingers stroked the short hair on my head. "I am baby. Oh baby ... I am!" Other than some pleasing moans, she was quiet for a moment. "Don't be selfish. Move that pussy of yours around here."
I could feel a finger probing my labia, sliding up and down, pinching the fleshy lips, and never going very far inside them. Just lazily playing with everything down there.
"I like what you're doing."
"You're pretty. I wish I looked like this and could still have great sex."
"You could."
"I'm afraid."
"I know I never could have something as nice as your cock."
"Seems like we're an interesting match."
"I'm enjoying myself."
Julie's tongue dragged though me and rested against my clit. It didn't take her long to begin sucking it up and down like I was sucking her cock. A finger rubbed in and out of me and I was nearing an orgasm. My stump rubbed along side her face and her hand grasped the end of it.
"Fucking ... good..." I loudly moaned, unable to continue sucking her cock for a while until I could relax from my orgasm.
I turned so I could position myself over her cock and began pushing my pussy against it. "You mind?"
"Please." She paused, "Just so you know, I'm sterile."
"Me too."
She exploded as I slid down the shaft a fourth time. Her cum made her even slicker than my juices were. The erection lasted long enough for me to have another fantastic orgasm.
Still impaled, I lay on her and looked into her eyes. My hips wiggled a little making her cock move around in my pussy. I grinned.
"What a nice surprise Ken."
"Likewise Julie."
Our lips pressed forward just enough to touch. I rubbed my tongue across them once.
"You're staying hard."
"There's something nice wrapped around it."
"Hope you don't mind what's between my legs?"
"Not at all. After all I have the 'wrong' thing too."
Not showing any sign of softening, I left her cock inside me as I moved my hips and enjoyed the feel of it rubbing against different parts of my cunt. Holding onto her shoulders, I began working my hips up until just before her cock would fall free, then sliding back down with a thump onto her hips.
"I love the way you feel Ken. I love your pussy wrapped so tightly around my cock."
I continued, pausing for less time, moving my hips with greater speed. I watched her face scrunch up as her cock prepared to fill me with more cum.
"Fill me full Julie. Fill me now."
She did and it was flowing back out of me like a snow fed stream in spring. I left her inside me and I leaned forward, resting on her chest. We cuddled and drifted off to sleep.
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Julie's cell phone woke us about 3:30 in the afternoon. It had flipped over to voice mail before she was awake enough to even start reaching for it.
"Just my Mom."
"You need to call back?"
"I should."
"Hey Mom. ... Going to stay with a new friend tonight. ... Someone you'll like. ... Bye."
"Hope that's okay?"
"Glad you want to."
"Up for some lunch?"
"Maybe some beignets?"
"Perfect."
I stood naked holding onto the headboard for balance, my stump swung back and forth a few times. "You ever cross dress?"
"What?" Julie looked puzzled.
"Sometimes I dress as a woman. Mind if I put on a dress? I look okay, not great, as a woman."
Julie giggled as she held her cock.
"Yeah I know it sounds a little crazy."
"Not really Ken. To answer the question ... I have, not very often though. And no I wouldn't mind if you slipped on a dress. Hell, if you want to use crutches that would be fine too."
I pressed a finger inside my pussy and when I pulled it out, it was covered with her thick gooey cum. I held my finger in front of my mouth for a moment before I slid it into my mouth and licked it clean. I made a popping sound as I pulled it out. I held my clean finger in the air. "Good stuff." I grinned. I let go of the headboard and pulled my stump up with my hand. "And you don't mind about this?"
She reached out and wrapped both hands around it. "I play with my Mom's all the time. The rest of her too."
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It was hard to tell who everyone was looking at, the good-looking Julie, or the bit chunky butch looking woman with one leg, with short hair, and in a dress. We sat at a table next to the railing by the sidewalk at the Cafe du Monde. As I sat, I rested my crutches against the square column behind our table.
"Am I embarrassing you?" I frowned.
Julie reached over and held my hand. "No way."
"I should have worn my wig."
"Listen I don't care. Just pay attention to me. Besides I like the way that stump is peeking at me."
The short white man with the white paper hat stood by the table with a tray of dirty cups and plates and just stared at us.
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Keywords: It's, a, Weird, Life,