Dominant Intersex Woman

Greetings all; the characters in my stories exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows?

~~Beginning~~

Kelly, my wife of thirty five years was killed a little over a year ago in a 50 car chain reaction pile-up on the expressway while she was out and about. Her best friend Tori consoled me that day by having me lay my head on her big juicy titties while she held me in her arms as I sobbed uncontrollably. Then she came to my house and spent time with me everyday until Kelly's funeral, and after Kelly was laid to rest and my friends and family returned to their lives she continued to be there for me.

Every time she'd come to see me we'd start out sitting at the kitchen table where she'd listen sympathetically while I raged about how irresponsibly some people drive, and that someone's carelessness cost Kelly her life. Invariably she'd have me join her on the couch and lay my head on her lap while she caressed my head neck and shoulders. At first I thought she was being so loving towards me out of kindness, however when she began to lean down and lay soft kisses on my ears and neck and I got a whiff of her pussy scent a time or two I started wondering if she was trying to seduce me.

If she was I was certainly tempted, but I was also uncomfortable about it because of how close she and Kelly had been, so I reined in my emotions to keep her from having an excuse to suggest that we go sit on the couch. Once she saw that I was getting myself together we stayed at the kitchen table while we talked, but I noticed that the hugs she gave me when she arrived at my house and when she was about to leave were tighter now that we'd stopped cuddling on the couch.

I could feel every curve of her soft Rubenesque body underneath the material of the long flowing dresses she always wore, and I felt a surge of sexual energy in my cock and balls every time we'd hug. I'd always remind myself that she was Kelly's best friend and that would talk my dick down long enough for us to break the hug before she felt my burgeoning erection.

As time went on I began to get back to my old self and I started doing some of the things I liked and she offered to come along with me. That led to us getting to know each other on a personal level and as the months passed we grew closer and she began to overtly flirt with me.

Meanwhile I made a point of being on my best behavior though I never stopped thinking about her tender kisses while I laid my head on her lap, or how good her body felt when we hugged. I was able to control myself for a while, but as more and more time passed since the last time I'd had some pussy the more I thought about getting some of hers. I tried to control the urge by jacking off when I knew we'd be spending time together, but that didn't always work so I tried to subtly discourage her from spending so much time with me.

"Tori I really appreciate you, but I'm beginning to feel guilty about taking up so much of your time," I said to her the other night while we were eating the carry-out that she'd brought to my house.

"Sugar I like spending time with you, in case you haven't noticed," she stated.

"Oh, I've noticed," I confirmed.

" You can have as much of my time as you want... or anything else that I have for that matter," she added while holding eye contact with me.

"Oh, okay," I responded as I felt myself tense up.

"What's the matter?" she asked when she saw the stress on my face.

"Um, well, I uh, ah," I stuttered and stammered. "It's just... you saying that I can get anything I want from you."

"What about it? You already know I like you. I think I've made that pretty obvious. Now I've said it, " she stated with a calm look on her face.

"Yes you have," I agreed.

"And I think you're attracted to me too," she suggested with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Yeah, I am," I acknowledged, and then I looked down at the table and said, "That's the problem. I don't think I should be attracted to you."

"And why not?" she asked with a perplexed look on her face.

"Um, uh, because you're Kelly's best friend, and to me that makes you off limits," I explained truthfully.

"I understand," she stated after looking at me for a moment.

"Plus I don't want people gossiping and saying that there was something going on between you and me while Kelly was alive," I added.

"Okay," she responded as her mood changed and she looked discouraged. "Eat your food before it gets cold," she said after staring at nothing in particular for a moment.

"Alright," I responded and that's how the conversation ended.

We were relatively quiet as we ate and she left shortly after we finished.

~~Middle~~

I didn't hear from her again until she showed up at my house unannounced a week later. I opened my front door prepared for the worst, but I was pleasantly pleased when she smiled, though it wasn't the radiant smile she usually flashes it was a smile non the less.

"Hey sugar," she greeted me.

"Hey yourself," I responded and smiled back at her before adding, "This is a nice surprise, come on in." Then I held my storm door open for her.

"I didn't want you to spend today alone," she stated as she entered my living room and gave me a very brief and polite hug.

"I appreciate that," I said sincerely because it was the one year anniversary of Kelly's death and I needed to see Tori that day, but I'd been afraid to call her after I'd basically rejected her the other night.

"You're welcome," she responded, then she bit her bottom lip before adding, "I also wanted to talk with you about our last conversation."

"Okay," I replied.

"When you said that you consider me to be off limits because me and Kelly were friends I decided not to try to convince you that you shouldn't feel that way because I respect your loyalty to her, but I've changed my mind. You need to know that Kelly would always say that if anything ever happened to her she'd rest more peacefully if she knew that you were with me, so you see it's alright if you and I get together," she blurted out without taking a breath.

"O o okay," I responded as I processed what she'd just said about her and Kelly's conversation.

"So I don't feel guilty about wanting to fuck you and you shouldn't feel guilty about wanting to fuck me," she continued.

I stretched my eyes in surprise at the words she used as much as in reaction to what she was saying about us.

"And as far as people gossiping... let em. Life is too short to worry about what other people think about us being friends," she continued, then she looked into my eyes expectantly but I was still trying to decide how I felt about Kelly essentially passing me along to her so I didn't say anything right away. After waiting a couple of seconds for me to respond she continued talking. "You're still holding on to Kelly," she said.

"I know," I agreed and broke eye contact with her.

"Today is the perfect day for that to end, and for a new beginning for you," she continued as she looked around the living room. "It looks like Kelly still lives here. If you make some changes I can tell you from experience that it will help you begin the process of moving on... if you're ready to do that."

"I'm not ready, but I know I have to do it," I responded.

"Good," she said cheerfully. "Now c'mon let's drink a cup of coffee while we decide what we can do to make the house look like it's just you living here." Then she took hold of my hand and led me toward the kitchen.

We discussed the changes that needed to be made inside the house one room at a time. I decided to get rid of the desk, desk chair, and bookcase that were in Kelly's home office because I couldn't look at them without thinking of her. Tori strongly recommended that I get new window treatments in the living room and the Master bedroom. She also insisted that I needed to buy a new mattress and bedding for my bed. I'd already allowed Kelly's family to take any of her clothes and jewelry they wanted and Tori offered to either donate the rest of her clothes to charity or to Kelly's church.

Once that business was sorted we had a coffee and cognac while we chatted about this that and the other.

~~End~~

It took us three weeks to do all the things we'd discussed, and when we finished hanging the last pair of curtains I spoke in the most upbeat tone of voice I'd used in a long time saying, "Alright, we're finished."

"See, you already feel better don't you," she remarked after hearing how I sounded. "Give me a hug," she added as she stepped towards me with her arms raised.

I opened my arms expecting us to embrace, but she took my face in her hands and pressed her soft lips onto mine, then she threw a yard of tongue down my throat. I tensed-up when her tongue slipped into my mouth, but it's soft warm wetness caused my nature to rise and I instinctively intertwined my tongue with hers. While we were kissing passionately my dick rose to three quarters husky and I felt it pressing against her thigh.

She felt it too and ground against it a couple of times before breaking the kiss and grinning. "Is that for me?" she asked.

"Oops, sorry about that," I said as I quickly took a step backwards.

"I'm not sorry," she stated playfully.

"Haha, I'm sure you aren't," I remarked good naturedly, then added, "But I didn't mean to do that."

"Hug me again," she said as she stepped forward and reached for me. "It's okay sugar," she added reassuringly.

After hesitating for a few seconds I clinched my jaw nervously as I reached for her and pulled her body against mine. "Mmm, you feel good," she said as she caressed the back of my neck before lightly pressing her lips against mine. When I felt her tongue slide into my mouth I cupped her big round ass and squeezed it. It was so soft my fingers sunk into it as though it was a down pillow, which turned me on even more and caused blood flow to my groin to increase enough to get my sixty two year old dick completely hard.

We stood there in the living room hugging with our lips locked and me sucking her tongue until we had to break the kiss so we could take a breath. "That was good," she said after our mouths parted.

"Uh huh," I agreed as I felt her fumbling with the drawstring of my lounging pants.

"Behave," I said, but I didn't try to stop her.

It took a second or two for her to get it untied, but once she did the loose fitting pants slid down my legs and pooled around my ankles. I was going commando so she had easy access to my cock and balls. She cupped my low hanging nuts with one hand, then grasped my dick with her other hand and pumped it a few times.

"Umph, you're good at doing that," I complimented her while she moved her hand back and forth on my dick.

"Thanks. If you liked that I bet you'll love this," she promised with a huge grin lighting up her face. Then she gingerly got down on her knees and put my whole dick in her mouth and sucked it like she was nursing. After slurping on it for a couple of minutes she stopped and licked my nuts while still keeping my dick in her mouth.

"Woo we, I like that," I said.

"Told ya you would," she boasted confidently after taking my dick out of her mouth. Then she held it in her hand and stared at it adoringly for a few seconds before adding, "I love a smaller cock because I can take it in my mouth to the root without gagging. That's why I knew I could suck yours good."

A sense of relief swept over me when she said that, because I'd been concerned about what she'd think of my modest size when she saw it. Kelly had always insisted that my dick was big enough for her, which it may have been, but I'd always wanted to know if she thought it was small. Hearing Tori describe it as smaller while also saying that she preferred them that size made my nature rise in a way it never had before and my dick might have even gotten a little thicker. For sure it got harder because Tori said that it did right before she gave the head a couple of licks.

"Umph," I grunted again because she had me so turned on and because I wanted her to know that I liked what she was doing. She grinned up at me before biting her bottom lip again, then I suddenly felt one of the fingers on the hand that was cupping my nuts slide between my butt cheeks and massaged my asshole.

"Ahhhh," I sighed from the pleasure her finger was giving me.

"Do you want me to get some of that?" she asked while looking up at me.

"Um," I replied, then I didn't say anything else because I didn't want to admit that I did, and I couldn't bring myself to say no.

"I'll take that as a yes," she stated as she stood up and grabbed my dick. "let's go get in bed," she suggested as she started to take a step and lead me to the bedroom by my dick.

"Hold up," I said as I bent down to pick up my pants.

When we made it to the side of my bed she let go of my dick, then bent over and reached for the bottom drawer of my nightstand.

"Don't open it," I demanded urgently.

"I already know your Willy is in there. Kelly and I told each other, everything," she said with a giggle as she opened the drawer.

My breath caught in my throat and I almost had a panic attack when she said that Kelly had told her about the dildo she and I called Willy.

"I was just going to get the lube out of here," she said, but she took the dildo out of the drawer anyway.

I was so embarrassed I closed my eyes and shook my head as a feeling of gloom consumed me.

"Hm, it really does look like your dick," she remarked. "Even its color matches yours... How'd you make it?"

I kept my eyes closed for a moment longer as I composed myself, then I opened them and said, "At this point I assume you already know that Kelly wanted to fuck me, and she thought it'd be neat to use my dick to do it so I'd know how it feels to her. So she bought a kit that had everything I needed to make a clone of my, um, dick. There was a mold in the kit that I stuck my dick into, then I poured a mixture of some substances called casting mold powder and medical-grade platinum cure silicone into the hole that I made in the mold with my dick."

"Hm, that's interesting. I told her to fuck you with a dildo that favored your cock, but I liked it even more that she fucked you with your own dick," she said, then she wrapped her hand around the shaft of the dildo and stared at it. "Mmm, it feels real."

"You told her to fuck me?" I asked while peering at her.

"No, fucking you was her idea. I just told her the kind of dildo to use," she replied casually.

"Oh," I responded as I felt my dick getting hard again in spite of being shocked by what I'd just learned about Kelly.

"Me and Kelly liked doing the same things... in bed," she stated randomly, which made me think that she was intimating that she wanted to fuck me with the dildo too.

"And she liked for me to tell her what to do," added Tori with a smirk as she laid the dildo on the nightstand.

"She did?" I responded questioningly because Kelly had always taken charge in the bedroom with me.

"Mmm hmm," replied Tori while grinning smugly. Then she took her dress straps off her shoulders and pulled the bodice below her breast before pushing it past her wide hips and big round ass. Once she finished taking her dress off she tossed it on a nearby chair. She smiled briefly when she saw me lick my lips while I looked her body up and down, then she suggestively asked, "Do you see something you like?"

"Yeah," I replied softly as I admired her body. She was fifty five years old, nearly six feet tall, wide shouldered, thick and curvaceous, and her skin still looked smooth and tight. And I could see the dark areolas and thick nipples on her big double D sized titties through her nearly transparent bra, as well as the patch of hair on her pubic mound through her matching panties. And she had some really thick pussy lips judging from the size of the bulge between her muscular thighs.

"Have you ever thought about being fucked by a real cock?" she asked after a quick glance down at the dildo.

"Not really," I replied, but actually I had. In fact I'd been curious about being fucked by a real cock since shortly after Kelly started fucking me with Willy, but I wasn't going to admit it to her because I didn't want her to think I was gay or bisexual.

"Kelly told me that you said okay when she announced that she was going to find a man to fuck you," she said and smirked while looking into my eyes knowingly.

I stared back at her but I didn't say anything, because really what could I say. She already knew. Meanwhile she slid her thumbs underneath the waistband of her panties and began to slowly take them off. I broke eye contact with her because obviously I wanted to see her fat pussy, so I looked down at her crotch and watched as her panties slid down past her neatly trimmed pubic hair. My mouth dropped open and my eyes bugged out cartoon style a second later when I saw a cock tucked between her legs.

Once her panties were off her cock dangled and looked to be about three inches long and it was semi-erect.

"Uhh, uhh, uhh," I said as I struggled to find my words. "Kelly told me that you were intersex, but she said you had a pussy... and I'm sure I smelled it when I was laying across your lap," I was finally able to say while looking at her with a puzzled expression on my face.

"I do, but obviously I have a dick too," she stated.

You do?" I asked while I tried to come to grips with what I was seeing.

"Yes sir. I have something called Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome," she replied.

I raised both of my eyebrows and looked at her like she was speaking Click language. She laughed for a second, then said, "Androgens are sex hormones. I was meant to be a male, but I only partially responded to sex hormones when I was inside my mom, so I ended up with a mostly female body and I identify as a woman.

"Really," I said after mostly understanding her description of her condition. If nothing else it allowed me to be more accepting of her having a dick. In fact I thought she looked sexy as hell with a face and body that definitely looked female and a cock that somehow seemed like it belonged down there.

"Mmm hmm, and I'm attracted to men emotionally like any other heterosexual woman is, but I like to both top and bottom with them," she shared.

"Okay," I responded and nodded my head in understanding because everything she said sounded plausible even though I'd never heard of it.

"So now that you know all about me, do you have a problem with me having a cock?" she asked.

"No, now that I understand why you have it, no I don't," I replied honestly.

"I want to fuck you with it. Do you have a problem with that?" she asked while smiling.

I gave her a side-eye look and raised an eyebrow as though asking me to take a real cock up my ass was a bit much.

"Get on the bed and assume the position," she said and giggled.

"What?" I asked as though I couldn't believe that she was serious.

"You heard me," she responded with a confident smirk. "Kelly told me that you're a bit of a sub. Now, lay. your. head. on. the bed. and. put. your. ass. in. the air," she said in a deliberate and firm tone.

My little show of resistance quickly disappeared, because she was right; while I'm not submissive in my daily life, I am during sex and I couldn't resist her assertive tone. I dutifully got onto the bed and put my head down with my ass in the air, then I watched her take off her bra and smear lube on her dick. When she squeezed a big glob of lube onto her fingers my asshole started winking in anticipation of her putting it on and into my butthole.

"Are you ready?" she asked cheerfully before smearing some lube on my puckered hole without waiting for me to answer. Then she worked one, and then two fingers into me up to their third knuckle. "Mmm, they went in easy," she observed and giggled.