Page 14 of MoreLust

“Is there anything you can do? I’m getting married in four months! I just couldn’t bear not having a…you know.”

The doctor paused, thinking to himself and said, “Well, there is a new operation that’s performed with crazy glue, viagra, silicone, fiberglass, duct tape, a bunch of ointments, parsley and a lot of prayers. I’m not sure it would work for you. In the only successful case, they attached the guy’s own penis and yours is, well, an owl took yours and fed it to her nestlings and all that’s left is this.” The doctor held up what looked like a small chewed up piece of bacon.

“What about transplanting someone else’s on? Can you guys do that? I’m desperate!” Bob asked.

“Hummmm, interesting possibilities,” the doctor said, contemplating the idea.

After consulting with the other doctors and trying frantically to find blood and skin matches to the existing stiffs (no pun intended), they came up with three potential donors.

“Well, we think it can be done but we need your consent. And we want you to choose your new weapon.” The doctor handed him four pictures of the other men’s genitals.

“This one here is Arthur, an accountant from Brooklyn.” The picture was of a penis with a telephoto shot really close up. For size reference it was next to a color crayon and still looked small.

“Too small. Boy, he must have whacked it daily…look at all those stretch marks!” Bob said, while pointing at the picture.

“Vincent here, a yuppie from Queens, is probably our best candidate.”

The doctor mentioned that the penis had a little bend in it. It actually looked like a question mark.

“Are you kidding?! Look it’s all bent to the right. And I at least want what I had, if not more.” Bob motioned like he was holding a large pepperoni.

“Lastly there’s Tyrone. He was a Semi-pro basketball player and a bouncer at a couple local nightclubs.” Bob looked at the pictures with half a cock in each one. “You need to put both of those pictures side by side. We couldn’t fit it on only one Polaroid.”

“Now that’s the one for me!” Bob shouted excitedly as he found his sword of choice.

“Sir, other than the obvious color difference there may be some problems. I can’t really recommend…”

“I don’t care, I want this one! Boy, what a honeymoon surprise this will be!”

The operation went well and the swelling went down. There was no infection and everything seemed to be great. Bob was now a new man with a new and improved tool. Wanting to christen it like a new bass boat, he decided to not whack off or do anything to himself until the wedding night. He wanted to be like a virgin again.

The big day finally arrived and Bob’s wedding was upon him. Everything was beautiful. The bride, Jennifer, was dressed in a white satin gown with lace trim and a hand-embroidered train done by her mother. Her blonde hair was up, her skin was tanned and she was simply stunning. The day, Jennifer, the ceremony were all exquisite.

Bob stood proudly and anxiously at the altar through the procession. He adjusted himself a few times not being used to something dangling below his boxers. He stood staring while she approached to join him and exchange their vows and pledge their eternal love. All Bob could think about was the honeymoon night and showing her his surprise.

Finally, after exchanging the rings and saying their vows, they both said, “I do.” They kissed then ran through the crowd. Trying to remain calm, Bob smiled forcibly having pictures taken. Then came the crying and kissing by family members, the typical father-in-law talk and all the while he watched Jennifer glow. Finally they jumped into the limousine and sped off to the reception.

The reception hall was decorated in the blue and white colors of their wedding. Bouquets of flowers accentuated each table and the white tablecloths. Everyone was cheering as they walked in hand in hand. Except Bob’s dad. He was very drunk and flirting with a tree. Otherwise it was very touching.

When the special dance started, Bob and Jennifer took the floor and danced romantically to Shania Twain’s, “From This Moment”. Jennifer held Bob tight and kissed his neck. Then she whispered, “I can’t wait until tonight… There’s a little present in your pocket from me.”

Bob gulped and as they danced he reached into his pocket to get a handkerchief because he suddenly felt hot. He wiped his brow and a distinct scent filled his head. He looked and saw it was her white panties he was using to wipe his sweat. He breathed in the aroma that was soaked into her silk panties, and he felt a twinge in his pants.

As the song was ending, she ran her finger down his cheek to his chest and winked saying, “I just shaved, too, and it itches.”

The stripper’s theme played, and the disc jockey pulled a chair out for Bob to rem

ove the garter belt. Bob’s buddies all whistled as he picked her foot up and slid his hand up her leg to her garter to pull it off. He smiled as he looked up at Jennifer and then up her dress. The shimmer of wetness was on her pink flesh. She smiled wickedly at him knowing what he was looking at.

Suddenly, Bob was hungry.

He tried to concentrate the best he could. At the reception table he sat next to Jennifer and they chit-chatted with the others. Jennifer’s mom walked up. While Jennifer listened to her mom talking, Bob slid his hand onto her leg and slowly moved it up. Jennifer sat up quickly and chirped as his finger touched close to her pussy. She told her mom it was gas and continued listening to her. Leaning forward she blocked any view her mom had and parted her legs ever so slightly. Bob took her invitation and kept eating with one hand and toyed with her labia with the other one.

“Are you okay, dear?” Jennifer’s mom asked. “You look warm, and you’re sweating.”

“I’m fine, it’s just warm in here.” Bob’s playful flicking of her clit made her want the impending sex even more. She was wet and feared the juices dripping from her pussy would stain the dress.

She excused herself and took Bob into the corridor. Outside the door she grabbed his butt and kissed him deeply almost smothering him.

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