Amantra Faux, Transvestite Tomb Raider (Part One) by Sasha Steele
Amantra Faux's gravitron aircraft slowed to a stop, hovered a moment, then gently set down near the cave on a deserted quadrant south side of Head Island. Amantra stepped out. It was hot and probably would be a lot hotter inside. Amantra took off the light weight brown leather suite jacket he wore and set about the task of assembling the Segway-like hover scooter he would ride to explore the cave. He went about the task one handed for, needing to pee as badly as he did, Amantra's other hand was clasped tightly on the very large bulge in the penal pouch of the skin tight beige colored field trousers that he wore.
Finished the task, Amantra powered up the hover scooter. Everything checked out. No longer able to hold his pee Amantra spread his heavy thighs and leaning over with hands on his knees, released the feeble hold he had on his bladder. A dark wet spot appeared at the bottom in the penal pouch of his pants and began to wick upward before a line of dribbling pee broke through. Amantra bore down, the dribbles developed into a solid golden stream that splashed heavily onto the ground forming a puddle between the brown leather high heel field boots he had on. Amantra tilted his head back opened his mouth and sighed with the pleasure of finally relieving himself.
Done peeing Amantra wiped the excess wetness from his pants with a tissue. He dropped the tissue into the puddle, mounted his hover, and sped off into the cave. He had guessed correctly. It was much warmer inside. The white silk blouse Amantra wore was sticking to his back, the straps of his white brassier showing through. Amantra was glad that his jet black hair was tightly pulled back in a long braid that hung nearly to his thick set waist. Sweat beaded his forehead but it didn't compromise the heavy black mascara and eye shadow that complemented his beautiful brown eyes. Amantra was glad for that too.
Not far into the cave Amantra found the tomb. His prize, the mysterious crystal skull, in plain view. Amantra snatched it up but had little time to admire it, for almost immediately the cave started to shake. An earthquake. Amantra hopped on his scooter and, head ducked to the handle bars, he powered at top speed out of there. Amantra tried to negotiate a sharp turn at the mouth too fast and, as he exited the cave, lost control of the scooter. The skull flew off and rolled away. Amantra fell off landing on his fat ass then flipped into a roll himself.
The first thing Amantra noticed when he regained his bearings was a high heel boot laced on someone else's foot that had trapped the skull stopping its roll. The boot belonged to Phallus Dickman. Phallus was Amantra's nemesis. They were rivals, usually contesting for the same prize. Sometimes in an uneasy collaboration. Most times thwarting one an others efforts. Sometimes Amantra hated Phallus. Other times he was the recipient of Phallus's hard cock. Such was their odd relationship.
"Phallus!" Amantra said, surprised at his presence on the Island. This location had been kept top secret. Two strong armed natives hauled Amantra to his feet. Phallus was leaned back against Amatra's gravitron transporter, turning the skull over in his hands, examining it.
"Once again I take what I want from you," Phallus said, then smiled. He was smug, tauting. His shoulder length blond hair was pulled back in a stubby pony tail because of the heat. His blue eyes shone when he smiled.
"Take it and go then," Amantra snapped.
"The skull isn't all that I want," Phallus said. "Bring him here."
One on each arm, they brought Amantra to him. The front panel of Phallus's long khaki skirt was tented considerably and Amantra knew what else he wanted. Putting the skull aside Phallus stood face to face with Amantra. He drew him closer, kissed him deeply while he pressed his hard cock into Amantra's crotch. Phallus then placed both hands on Amantra's stomach gently drawing them across the silky smooth blouse material pulled tight over Amantra's protruding gut. The sensation made Amantra shudder.
"You've gotten fatter," Phallus said.
Amantra wished he had a smart comeback, but Phallus always kept himself buff. "You like it," was all he could think of.
Phallus slowly brought his hands down off Amantra's gut to the front of his skin tight field pants. He dew them over Amantra's bald, fleshy pubis mound to the massive cock bulging in his pant's penal pouch, tracing them along to its tip. That too made Amantra shiver. He was getting hard.
"Someone did a pee pee in his pants," Phallus said.
He undid Amantra's belt and pants, unzipped his fly and pulled his pants down onto his heavy thighs freeing Amantra's cock from the confines of their pouch. Now fully erect Amantra's cock tented his white silk panties straight out in front, the stretchy material of the pantie pouch following its contour. Phallus took hold of Amantra's cock, marvelling at not only its size, but the unusual shape of it as well. A bit freakish, Amantra's cock was extremely thick, especially near its base. Twelve inches in length it tapered down somewhat to an almost delicate, by comparison, pinkish
head.
When flaccid Amantra's monster cock shrunk only to about nine inches. It still remained quite thick and felt solid and heavy, its tip then hidden beneath a fleshy foreskin with only the end visible. Then, when fully erect, like it was right now, the tip emerged, sticking out a few inches beyond the heavy foreskin and bending just slightly upward. That pretty little pink cock head, as Phallus knew, was extremely sensitive to touch. Amantra's balls also were a bit freakish, they too oversize and full, although their globular mass was quite symmetrical. Phallus liked to touch them, his hand exploring there right now.
By comparison Phallus's own ten inch cock was more normal. When fully erect it was as straight as an arrow and stood out on a horizontal plain.
"Turn him around," Phallus commanded his natives. "I want to see that sexy fat ass." Still trapping Amantra by the arms they turned him around for their master. The true object of Phallus's lust was Amantra's beautiful bubble butt. Though large it was truly amazing. The full seat of his white silk panties cut upward on an angle over its massive globes, the material buried deep in the cleft between them.
Phallus went to his knees, spreading Amantra's ass cheeks. He sank his face between them, making Amantra moan. Phallus stayed there a snort while, licking Amantra through his panties. Phallus's stiff cock was throbbing, precum had seeped through his own white panties causing a wet spot to appear where the tip of his cock pressed against the front panel of his khaki skirt. He stood and pulled Amantra's panties down low on his thighs onto his field pants.
"Bend him over," Phallus said. The natives complied drawing Amantra down onto the gravitron aircraft's cover. Again Phallus went to his knees and spread Amantra's globular ass cheeks. His tongue found Amantra's pink ring. He licked then entered him, fucking Amantra's ass with his tongue. Amantra wreathed with pleasure. He tilted his he back, opened his mouth breathing out long sighs of ecstasy while Phallus ate him.
Phallus stood, drew the front panel of his skirt aside, freed his throbbing cock and thrust it abruptly into Amantra's asshole. He leaned onto him, reached around and took hold of Amantra's big freaky cock, so thick his hand couldn't completely encompass it. Phallus jerked Amantra while he fucked him, his hips moving rhythmically back and forth. Then Phallus's motions speeded up. He was getting close to cumming. He could tell that Amantra was close too.
Phallus decided to make Amantra cum first, so he concentrated more intently on masturbating him. His hand moved quicker. Amantra's breathing had quickened. With each breath he let out a desperate "ahhh." Then he came, pumping out a large load against the side of the aircraft as he continued to let out "ahhh" with each desperate breath as Phallus jerked him off.
It was Phallus's turn now. He let go of Amantra's cock,straightened up and grabbing hold of his long braid yanked Amantra's head back. His hips moving rapidly now as Phallus began to frantically fuck his old nemesis. Then he stopped, and letting go of the braid grabbed hold of Amantra's thick hips with both hands trapping him as tight to himself as possible. Amantra felt a burst of heat deep inside him as Phallus came hard in his ass.
Both spent, Phallus withdrew his cock from Amantra's ass, tucked it into his panties and signaled his natives to release Amantra. Amantra always had the same mixed feelings, miffed he was weak willed yet wanting it badly whenever Phallus decided to fuck him. He stood, turning to his nemesis. They kissed. Then, without a word, Phallus picked up the skull and disappeared into the jungle leaving Amantra standing there with his pants down. Such was their strange relationship.
End of part one