Message-ID: <15882eli$9810040527@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: new TG from Waldo - Phantom - part 2 of 16 0Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <545e98b5.36165df3@aol.com> 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. 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. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----