Message-ID: <15889eli$9810040528@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: new TG from Waldo - Phantom - part 9 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: <5ce3d0bc.36165ec0@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 8 - While the men are away. The sound of falling rain woke Diana. Opening her eyes and staring at the narrow cave window, she could tell that morning had arrived but that the sun was hidden behind the rain clouds. Holding her hand up, she knew that the body exchange hadn't worked as soon as she saw the now familiar red fingernail polish on her still slender hands. If Mozz was right, this storm would last several days and there would be no more moonlight for another attempt until the next series of full moons. Sitting up, she stared at the exposed, sleeping man beside her. His obvious manhood hanging between his spread, long, hairy legs, clearly demonstrated that the body exchange had failed. She propped herself on one elbow and looked at his face, noticing a look of total contentment that she'd never seen before. His eyes were closed and his lips, slightly open, were fixed in the most beautiful, small smile as he slept. Feeling disappointed because the exchange had failed, she slipped out of the bed, being careful to not wake the sleeping man. Pulling the robe on because she was cold as the cave lost its heat, she walked out to the Throne Room and sat down on the cold Throne rock chair, pulling her legs up under her. She felt very depressed but wasn't sure if that feeling was because of her period or the failure of the body exchange. As a tear flowed down her cheek, she heard the first distant boom of jungle drums. Sitting up straight, she listened to the sound, which was magnified by the natural echo within the cave. After two minutes of listening to the drum, she walked forcefully into the bedroom, stepping over Devil again as he lay outside the door. When she opened the door, Kit woke up. As he stared at her body, realizing also that the exchange hadn't worked, Diana simply declared in a slightly despondent voice "The exchange failed. We're going to have to continue our impersonation of each other for at least three more weeks. Hear the drums calling for The Phantom's help? The Maagua tribe is being attacked by the Watkssi tribe over land that they both claim ownership. The Phantom has to go stop their fighting and settle the dispute. I'll pack your saddlebags." ****** Like all caves, when it was raining outside, the cave walls dripped moisture. And it was pouring outside. Even in their bedroom, there was a small stream of water that gathered in a low spot near the door and flowed out the door, down the hallway. The cave was cold and Diana had put on trousers, high boots, a blouse and a sweater; but was still cold from the continual dampness. The Phantom had ridden off about two hours ago and would be gone at least four days. The storm was expected to last for five or six days so he would be constantly soaked. Having ridden across the jungle under similar circumstances, Diana knew that her mate was probably more uncomfortable than she was. At least she was dry. Looking at the falling rain through the cave entrance, she shivered. The heavy limbs on the nearby trees swayed back and forth as the heavy rain beat upon them. The breeze carried the scent of wet earth and mildew. The village was invisible because of the heavy rain. She stared out the entrance, feeling the cool breeze that blew through the cave openings. Aware that she was shivering, she went looking for ways to stay warm. The best way to stay warm was to crawl up in a dry bed with your mate, but that wasn't a viable option. Remembering all the times that the former Phantom had ridden out, leaving Diana behind to amuse herself, she suddenly felt a little depressed now that she saw what was really available for Diana to entertain herself. The former Phantom had never experienced such a depressing feeling as she did that day. Her mate was gone, and she had an emptiness inside that felt like a knot in her stomach. The loneliness of having no one at home on a cold wet dreary day and having menstrual cramps, was an awful feeling. If she had been superstitious, she would have considered the rain as a bad omen. Being a realist, she knew that it made the situation more miserable than it should be. She spent the day in the Chronicle Room, going through the old stories, looking for more references about the Looking Glass rock. Finding none, she wrote a short cryptic entry in the current journal, describing how they had used the rock and "encountered some unusual effects" that would be detailed later. Before she closed the journal, she compared the difference in her handwriting with her mate's handwriting. After a late and lonely dinner by herself, she returned to her bedroom and crawled under the blankets, smelling the scent of their bodies still trapped under the blankets. Because both of them were planing to spend a lot of time in bed exploring their new bodies, they hadn't been too active in swapping the bed sheets everytime a new wet area formed on the sheet. Lying in the darkened room, she thought about the way that she had gone from being a man of action to being a female nymphomaniac. She knew that she couldn't get enough of his cock and wished that he were there in bed with her. I'm like a bitch in heat, she thought with amusement. Her mind was dancing crazily from one thought to the next, noticing every detail around her. The night seemed alive, somehow more vibrant than before. Or maybe she was just more sensitive to it. She felt like she was no longer in control of her actions, like her mind was the prisoner of her body, and her body was being pulled along by some force unknown to her. She trembled, and it was more than the chill of the night. ****** The warm of the bed felt great after a day of walking around the cold cave. She luxuriated in the feel of the stress draining away as her body warmed up, under the blankets. She was naked and as she rolled over onto her back, the sheets scraped against her nipples, which were mildly erect for some unknown reason. She cupped the ripe curve underneath her breasts and ran her hands lightly over her nipples, which stood up prominently from that slight touch. Shutting her eyes, she began caressing her breasts, enjoying the feel as her nipples became turgid and her breasts became more sensitive. The touch of her searching fingers made her nipples darker and harder. Almost instantly, she became so much warmer that she had to pause for a second to throw the top blanket off the bed. Curling back up under the remaining blankets, she cupped her breasts again, feeling the hot blood rushing through her body. Pensively, she looked down at herself, admiring the smooth, soft bulges of her breasts as her hands played with the twin orbs, squeezing them. She enjoyed the feel as the nipples hardened and stood erect. Groaning softly, she rubbed them, cupping the full mounds in her hands as she pinched the hard, pink nipples. She pressed her legs tightly together in an effort to control the mounting urge that was tearing through her loins. She imagined it was his hands on her soft breasts, his mouth on her nipples, then his fingers stroking down along her rounded stomach, his tongue pausing at the navel dimple. Letting her hands drift down to the curve between her strong thighs, her fingers explored the familiar curling dark hair, felling the now familiar yet still strange feminine wetness and warmth flood through her body. Holding a breast with one hand as she dipped the middle finger of the other hand between her cuntlips to find the wetness in her vagina. She probed herself, and thrust her finger deep inside the opening and brought some juice out to cover her clitoris. After that she moved her legs apart to began masturbating. She had two fingers hooked inside the mouth of her vagina, her thumb rubbing her clitoris with a jerking motion as she imagined his penis thrusting in and out of her passage. She felt like a pot about to boil over, hissing, bubbling, and the cover jiggling a bit as the steam fought to be set free. Little shivers went rippling through her crotch, and she began to move her hips just a little, tightening her leg muscles, feeling the sheet rub gently against her pubic hair as it stretched across her body. She tweaked her nipples harder and then scratched them lightly with her nails, enjoying the slight pain that quickly was replaced by a very sensuous feeling. She rotated her hips in bigger circles, now pretending that she was fucking Kit. The motion made her cunt and asshole spread slightly open, then close. With her palm, she spread her pubic hair so that she could massage her cunt lips. Slowly, she let her fingers manipulate the waiting lips of her vagina and pluck tenderly at the erect, hardness of her clitoris. She stretched her legs out and opened them slightly so that she would be able to move her fingers more easily along the smooth, wet crease of her vagina. She rubbed her middle finger up and down her slit, feeling the moisture from her slit lubricate her finger. Her inner lips stiffened and easily parted from her finger's gentle probing, allowing her finger to slide easily into her as she probed her cunthole and urethra. As she nudged her clitoris with her thumb it swelled and sent shocks of electricity into her limbs, causing her to shake with excitement as she felt the now familiar dampness seeping from her vagina. As she caressed the folds of her labia, she felt several warm waves of pleasure, which increased in urgency, as she began to approach that threshold of pleasure where there was no stopping. She continued to stroke her clitoris, causing contractions to begin in her lower stomach and groin. They rapidly began to build up, until she abandoned herself to the pleasure, resulting in the most intense ecstasy type of pleasure pulsing within her groin. By now, she was gasping and had thrown the rest of the cover back so that her sweating body was unhampered by any heavy blankets. Her hips were moving in alternating circles and humping motions. She slowly guided her finger deep into her cunt, enjoying the sensation as the knuckles forced her lips slightly wider apart, then closed quickly over the deepening finger. She eased her finger into her moist cunt, wiggling it, scraping her fingernail against the tender walls and writhed her hips up against her hand until she couldn't push any farther Reaching the full length of her slender fingers, she knew that it wasn't anywhere as deep as a cock could go, but it was the best thing that she had at that moment. Twisting her hand, she moved her finger in and out, enjoying the stroking feeling as she repeated the probing in and out motion. Rubbing her urethra with her other hand, she heard a low moan that she knew could've only come from her lips. Using her other fingers to part the warm, wet flesh, she bent her finger slightly and turned her finger, feeling the knuckle and fingernail tease the sensitive velvet lining. A musky odor that was sweeter than the smell of perfume filled the air, as her body exploded with sensations. Her probing finger felt the inner ridges of her vagina open as though expecting a cock. At the same time, the outer area tightened and began to spasm with urgency and ecstasy, trying to hold her finger within. Jerking her finger out for a moment, she held it under her nose, letting the strong musky smell of her vagina fill her nostrils. Ramming her finger back deep inside her, she began stroking within herself, as another finger played with her clitoris. Her strokes became faster as she began to build toward her climax. Pulling her finger back, she shoved it back down with the neighboring fingers, jerking from the increased full sensation. She arched her back and opened her eyes, as a look of sheer ecstasy filled her face. Her fingers were drenched with her juices as they worked quickly on her clitoris, penetrating deep into her body. Her loud moans echoed around the cave as she stroked herself, rubbing herself harder and faster. With the other hand, she rubbed her breasts, rubbing her aching nipples between her wet fingertips. Seconds later she explosively came, grunting and moaning as her whole body shook with the release. She rammed all of her fingers in and out of her spasming pussy, enjoying the sopping wet feel. She cried out as she came, her eyes closed, her wrist vibrating as fast as she could move it. Pulling her fingers out, she could feel her muscles twitching as if it was a mouth gulping and swallowing. She groaned as her juice drained down her crack, flowing down her ass, onto the already stained sheets. She gasped for breath for a few seconds and almost exhausted, pulled the sheets back over her body, curling up so that she could bask in the afterglow as she drifted off to sleep. ****** "Diana" echoed through the many rooms of the cave. It had been morning for several hours and Diana was cleaning up after breakfast. Recognizing her friend's voice, Diana walked into the Throne Room. A bent over, soaking wet Taizza was carrying a heavy basket of damp firewood on her back. Diana helped her put the heavy load on the floor. Straightening up, Taizza stated "The Phantom stopped at my father's house yesterday as he was leaving and asked me to stay with you today so that you aren't lonesome and suggested that I bring some firewood over so that we can take a warm bath." In one of the smaller rooms back in the cave, one of the earlier Phantoms had found a natural scooped area that he built into a bathtub for his wife. He obtained an old wood stove and installed some metal barrels on the stove; then found a way to divert water from a stream that ran nearby. By diverting water into the barrels, the stove would heat the water, which could be released into the natural depression. The two women carried the wood back to the tub and locked the lever that started the water flowing toward the metal barrels. While Taizza filled the barrels, Diana built a small fire within the stove, using some very dry wood that was stacked by the stove. After the fire got going, they added some of the wood that Taizza had gathered to help fuel the fire. Within half an hour, they had the depression filled with steaming water and were working on heating a second, smaller batch of water. While Taizza re-directed the water, Diana went to the wine cellar, returning with two bottles of wine. Undressing and easing into the very warm water, Diana opened one of the bottles of wine and poured some into the two glasses. Taizza pulled off her skirt and eased into the warm water, giggling as she settled in the water across from Diana. It was a small oval shaped depression that was very similar to a bathtub that would only fit one large men or two facing, small women who didn't mind the other woman's feet intertwined between her spread knees. The hot water and the wine relaxed both of them and within minutes, they were giggling like two naughty schoolgirls sharing intermost secrets. The first glass of wine disappeared quickly and they re-filled their glasses, laughing as they laughed about a recent couple's romantic tryst within the village. The man had slipped into the hut thinking that the father was gone, with the intent of sneaking the girl out for a walk in the woods; but his probing fingers in the dark, found the father's dick in the darkness. The combination of wine, warm water and laugher worked away some of the knots in Diana's shoulders that had built from being trapped in the cold cave all of the previous day. She slipped a little deeper into the water until the warm water was just under her chin, bending her knees slightly so that she didn't crowd Taizza. Diana moved her head from side to side, trying to get the slight pain in her shoulders to go away. Taizza asked, "Would you like for me to rub your shoulders?" Diana nodded her head, accepting the offer, taking a big gulp of the wine; then sat up straight, bending her head slightly as she shut her eyes. As Taizza shifted positions, her foot brushed against Diana's inner thigh muscle. Dropping to a kneeling knee's position and leaning forward, Taizza began massaging her friend's neck and shoulders. After a couple minutes of neck work, Taizza gently lifted Diana's chin bringing her face up so that her face was level with Taizza's breasts. Opening her eyes, Diana stared at the young pouty breasts that were only inches from her mouth. Picking up Diana's wineglass, Taizza held it level with Diana's mouth, indicating that she should take a drink. Diana opened her mouth and tilted her head slightly staring into the dark eyes of her friend as she swallowed a mouthful of the wine. Taizza put the glass back on the ledge and poured it full. Picking it back up, she took a big sip, tilting her head, which thrust her breasts out, almost touching Diana's nose. A little of the wine dribbled down her chin and down onto her breasts, the drops of wine snaking down her breasts. "So, do you think that Mauba will like my body?" she whispered, then leaned forward so that her bobbing breasts were only two inches from Diana's mouth. Diana stared at the nipples, which were more tumescent than normal as Taizza fingernails started tracing small circles on Diana's back and lightly scratching her with her fingernails. As Taizza's nipples bounced up and down slightly just inches from her face, Diana responded "Yes, you've got one of the most beautiful bodies that I've ever seen. Mauba will be a lucky man." Taizza unexpectedly sat back on her leg so that her face was now level with Diana's face. The young woman softly asked, "Then help me. Mauba only talks about how nice you look in your clothes. He talks about you all the time, never about me. Teach me what I need to know so that I look like you and know how to please him. Tell me the secrets of satisfying a man." Diana laughed out loud then stopped laughing when she observed that Taizza was serious about her request. Taking a deep breath, Diana softly replied "I'll give it a try." Taizza leaped forward, wrapping her arms around Diana's neck as she squealed, forcing Diana's face against the soft boobs that she had been staring at only seconds before. Pulling back away, Taizza excitedly asked, "Can we do it today?" Grabbing the edges of the depression, Diana lifted herself up. Handing Taizza a towel, she simply advised the younger woman "I'm not much of an expert, but the two main weapons that most American women have, are anticipation and mystery. I can help you dress so that you look like an American woman, but you're going to have to learn how to add the mystery to your personality and the anticipation to Mauba's expectations." "Mauba went to river town last fall and came back claiming that all American women shave their pussies. Can you show me how to shave my pussy?" Diana laughed at Mauba's knowledge of female hygiene practices, knowing which section of the river town that he probably learned that in. The prostitutes who worked the incoming ships, shaved themselves not so much as to look sexy, but because their frequent customers' cum kept their pubic hair looking matted. Not only was easier to clean a shaved pussy, but it also made it easier to detect some medical problems. Guran had told The Phantom about Mauba's fucking binge, nailing anything and everything that had a warm cunt and a willing disposition. He even fucked a sixty-year-old grandmother which the other men kidded him about. "Diana, please. If you don't shave me, then I shave myself when I go home. I determined to show Mauba that my pussy as good as town whore's pussy." She pleaded, putting a sorrowful look on her face. Looking at the begging look on her face, Diana knew that she would try to do it herself. Looking at the woman's heavy dark bush, Diana explained "You'll have to shave it all the time or it'll itch. What if we just trim it a little?" "I want it shaved. If I don't like it, then it can grow back out. Please - please - please, Diana." "All right. I've got to go back to our bedroom and get Kit - I mean, get The Phantom's shaving kit. Lie down on the ledge." When Diana came back, Taizza was sprawled on the ledge, still sipping on the wine, having poured another glass for each of them. Taking a sip of her wine, Diana sat down beside Taizza and began running a comb through Taizza's thick patch of pubic hair. The hair was still damp and Diana brushed it up and parted it so that she could trim off the mass with her scissors. When it was ready for the scissors, Diana eased the point of the scissors into the patch of dark hair and made a little snip, as she pulled the cut hair away, exposing a little of Taizza's mound. Diana made several more snips and once as she was positioning the scissors, her knuckle brushed against Taizza's cunt lips, causing Taizza to jerk slightly. Diana ignored her slight movement and continued snipping until she had it trimmed as much as possible with the scissors. Wetting a face cloth in the still warm bath water, Diana laid the soothing cloth on Taizza's trimmed area, letting the warm moisture soften the trimmed hair stubble. Then she stropped The Phantom's razor, until it was the desired sharpness. Picking up the shaving soap cup and brush, Diana quickly whipped up a soapy latter. Removing the cloth, Taizza propped herself on her elbows and whispered "Let me see." Diana let the young woman look at the part of her body that had been hidden for years behind her hairy bush. Taizza smiled and leaned back as Diana started to brush on the shaving cream. As soon as the brush touched Taizza's skin, she jumped and started giggling. Diana took another sip of wine, knowing that the easy part was over. Laying her palm on the woman's skin to steady her fingers, Diana began the delicate task of scraping the sharp razor across the flesh, with just enough of an angle to remove the exposed portion of the hair, yet not cut the flesh. She knew every hair must be removed. The soap was applied and as the razor glided across her skin, the threatened sharpness brought a new awareness within the delicate tissue. Starting at the top and then moving down and back, she paid special attention to the small fine hairs around her clitoris and between the lips. The area below the vagina and around her ass was also shaved. Working in from the outer most stubble toward the mound, Diana quickly shaved most of her pubic hair, leaving only the mound and the little bit of hair between her pussy and ass. Wiping the razor on a towel to clean it, Diana looked up at Taizza's face to see if she was ready for this portion. Her eyes were wide open, but slightly glazed over and she was cupping of her breasts. Diana recognized that the young girl was turned on by this gentle attention to her mound. With a mischievous grin on her face, Diana rested her palm on Taizza's mound, as she proceeded to take her time scraping away the remaining stubble. She felt Taizza squirming a little and grumbled "Hold still or I'll accidentally cut it deeper. And wider - so wide that a man can put his elbow inside you." Finishing, Diana used the warm face cloth to clean the remaining soap and a towel to dry her. Then Diana picked up the bottle of lotion and confirmed in a husky voice "That area is extremely dry now. I'll put some lotion on you so that it doesn't start itching." Pouring some lotion into her hand to warm it, Diana began rubbing the lotion around the shaved area, taking special care to apply the warm lotion to the vagina lips. Taizza's body started jerking again and Diana looked up to see the young girl grasping her nipples between her fingers, and pulling and twisting on them. Diana leaned over and blew a breath of warm air across her shaved area, causing Taizza to abandon her breasts. Handing the young girl the bottle of lotion, Taizza declined the offer with a quick nod, as the tips of her fingers began to brush across the newly shaved mons. She continued down to her labia, along the sides and then between, finding the juice from her pussy, and using that to coat her newly shaved area. The girl was almost grunting and staring straight into Diana's eyes as she rubbed her own juice around her lips. As rapidly as she started it, she also quit. Changing her position to a sitting position, she picked up her glass of wine and emptied it. Putting the wineglass down, she smiled at Diana as she proudly announced "Mauba is going to get a big surprise when he discovers that I'm as smooth as a baby." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----