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Dear Mark,
By now you will be awake and wondering what has happened. You are probably feeling a bit confused, and I owe you an explanation. I hope you’re not angry - anyway, please read what I have to say and I’m sure you will agree that I’ve done the right thing, the thing that will keep the three of us together, and having even more fun than we were before. You know that I’ve coped OK with the smallness of your penis. In some respects it’s been good - I’ve really got to enjoy anal sex since we’ve been together, and I’ve got off on the feeling of power I get with a whole erect penis in my mouth, to suck, caress with my tongue, and playfully bite at the base at the same time - no danger of gagging with your little dick! And you are the world’s expert on licking my pussy and sucking my clit. But, you know, there’s nothing quite like having a big, thick cock pounding into my hungry cunt. And a few months ago, it was getting very hungry indeed. You kept asking me for reassurance - and I lied, I told you that your cock was enough to satisfy me. But even for you it must have been difficult in the sensation department; no matter how many pelvic floor exercises I did, I could never make my pussy tight enough to grip your penis. So when we met Rhiannon it was great for both of us. I could tell that you fancied her - pretty, blonde, big firm breasts, trim waist - and you knew that I did too. When we got her to bed it was like unwrapping Christmas presents. She had told us she was a hermaphrodite, but neither of us expected her fat, eleven inch phallus. I held it in both hands, squeezing to make sure it was real, my cunt gushing juices in expectation. Your hand went just below it, to the slit with neat little lips, and tried to slip a finger inside her. The look on your face as you pushed to get it into her narrow, tight opening, and then could hardly pull your finger out because she was squeezing it! The next couple of months were amazing. I loved having her stretch my vagina to its limits, having real orgasms with you inside me (up my arse) for the first time. God, she can fuck! And I love holding and sucking her huge, round tits while she thrusts so deep into my cunt, then moving around so that you can suck my engorged clitoris while she fucks me. But things started to get difficult. I smiled when you pushed your little penis into her as she fucked me, I tried to be happy when she murmured to you that your cock was exactly the right size for her little pussy, that other men had just been too big for her, but really I was burning with jealousy. I wanted to be able to do that for her, but one finger just isn’t the same. I wanted - want - to fuck her. And I was angry that it was you who got to feel the vice-like squeeze of her little cunt on your penis, not me. After a few weeks I began trying to get her cock into my arse. I was so determined that I got over the initial pain, and now I can take her right into my rectum. It’s an amazing to have you fisting my pussy when she’s up my arse, then to feel your hand opening inside me and wanking her. Well, that’s great, but recently I’ve been getting less and less sensation from having your little dick in my arse. The last straw was when I got back from that conference a few weeks ago and she told me how the two of you had spent the day at a naturist beach. She admitted that she loved the gazes of unbelief at what she had and the impossible size of it; the women unable to avoid making comparisons with their boyfriend’s dicks and wondering what Rhiannon’s would feel like deep inside them. She sunbathed on her back with her legs apart and her penis lying heavily on her belly, to ensure that everyone saw that she had a cunt, too. She gave you lots of attention, so everybody would know you were her partner. She idly reached over and caressed your cock while you lay on the sand together, causing a mini-erection. For once, you felt no shame at being naked in public. You knew the men envied you more than they pitied you. Yes, your cock was only three inches long but they knew where it went every night. The more I thoughts about this, the more excluded and jealous I felt. I started some research and checked my savings. I found that our blood and tissue types are compatible, and I found a willing surgeon. And I found Rhiannon surprisingly easy to persuade. She loves both of us, wants to keep me happy, and will be happy herself as long as she has a cock the right size to fuck with. Please forgive me for not asking your permission for the transplant. I felt bad and sneaky when I put the rohypnols in your drink and drove you zombified to the clinic. But I know you’ll get used to it, and I suspect this is what you really want. Whenever I sucked your little cock into my mouth and nibbled the base of it, you would ask me whether I was going to bite it off. You pretended to be afraid, but your erection always got much harder when I said, "yes!" and bit harder. I now have a little penis. In a few weeks time it will be healed and I will be able to fuck Rhiannon properly. That will make me so proud. I want the three of us to spend a day at that nudist beach and enjoy the stares of total disbelief. I have donated my clitoris to you, baby. If you keep your pubic hair short it will be just visible, above your new urethral opening. I will be able to play with it while I thrust my little dick into your tight anus - imagine Rhiannon’s enormous phallus fucking my arse while I penetrate yours. And If you are very good to Rhiannon and me we will suck your balls and clit until jets of hot semen spurt from the tiny hole just above your scrotum. Rhiannon videoed the operation - I’m going to watch it now I’ve finished this letter. She’s going to look after us while we recover from the operation. If you’re hungry, she’ll make you breakfast while you think about your future. Love, Daisy
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