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“Mr. Jones? Are you awake? Mr. Bob Jones?”

“Huh, what happened? Where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital. You were involved in a freak
snowboarding accident.”

“Is everything okay? I mean, how bad was it? Good Lord, I
can’t feel my legs. I’ll never walk again! I’ll never be able to play baseball!
I’ll never…”

“Sir, calm down, you’re fine. But I must inform you that
you’ve lost…how to phrase this, your, uh, ummmmm, leg.”

“The right one?”

“No,” the doctor muttered.

“The left one?”

“Uh, no. The other leg,” the doctor muttered again.

“You mean…?”

“Yes, the middle one.”

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!” screamed Bob
and an echoing rumble issued from the hospital room and filled the corridors.

After Bob awoke from passing out, he contemplated what to do
next.

“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 remove 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.

“I have waited four months for sex. Other than my vibrator,
nothing has touched my pussy, and
now
you decide to be naughty. This isn’t
fair!” she wailed.

Bob looked down the corridor and saw a maintenance closet.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her into the room. The room was dark and full of
chairs and folding tables with a few silverware carts.

Jennifer tugged at Bob. “No, no, no. We need to get back
before people notice we’re gone.”

Bob grasped Jennifer with his strong hands, pulling her
abruptly against him and kissed her deeply. Feeling the heat from her body, Bob
became inflamed with desire. Succumbing to his passion, she held him with her
arms around his neck. Bob kissed her neck and eased her down onto her back atop
a room service cart. He unfastened the clasp of her gown and lowered it down
past her shoulders. He kissed her chest until it flushed to a rose hue.

“No Bob, we can’t. Not until tonight,” she moaned, not
really wanting him to stop.

Bob wanted to respect her wishes but needed at least a taste
of her. He pulled her dress up and his mouth watered at the sight of her
clean-shaven pubis. He knelt before Jennifer and kissed up her legs to her
thighs. He saw her labia open, beckoning him on, to what he knew she really
wanted. He almost swallowed her outer lips as he voraciously nuzzled between
her legs.

“Oh, Bob, the dress. We’ll ruin the dress!” she wistfully
whispered in a desire-induced hysteria.

Bob looked around and grabbed a folded napkin. She raised
herself up with her legs so he could put it under her bottom. As she lifted her
hips, Bob buried his extended tongue into her. Jennifer closed her eyes and
moaned loudly. He looked up her body and watched her tummy shake as he licked
inside of her. Her breasts almost popped from her gown as they swelled with
need. The excitement and fear of getting caught only made Jennifer more aroused
and desperate for Bob to take her.

Bob held a cheek in each hand and he kneaded her ass like a
breadmaker. He had always loved her ass. His thumb found its way up to her
pussy. He flicked against her clit with the tip of it, making her moan. She
could feel her excitement as it was building. Bob pressed his thumb into her as
he drank from her well of desire. Her sweetness made him growl. He pursued her
orgasm deeper and more vigorously attacked her clit.

A sudden rush filled Jennifer’s head. She shrieked,
stiffening her back, and came while Bob nuzzled her clit. He sucked on it,
making her gyrate and shake. She smiled and giggled, as he flicked his tongue
across her lips promising more to come later.

They straightened themselves up to get back to the
reception. When they opened the storeroom door, they heard scattered applause
from the dozen or so guests standing in the hallway. Bob bowed and they went
back in the reception area.

The flight to Hawaii seemed to take forever. After the
accident and surgery, they had decided to wait until their wedding night before
actually having sex to make it just that much more special. Now all their
anticipation would be released in an incredible night of passionate lovemaking.
After about 10 orgasms they would be completely spent. Then fall asleep in the
comfort of each other’s embrace until the next morning.

Jennifer softly kissed Bob and slipped her tongue between
his lips ever so slightly. She bit on his bottom lip and quietly whispered to
him. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long. I can’t wait to have you.” Bob
gulped as she smiled devilishly. “After your little gift in the reception hall
this may get a little rough.” She grinned mischievously then slipped into the
bathroom to get ready.

Oh boy, now I get to try out the new equipment
, he
thought to himself. Just for this night he thought he’d really do something
different for her. He took out a red lace ribbon and dropped his pants down. He
reached down by his knee and tied the ribbon around the tip of his enormous
cock and made a nice little bow on the end.

Jennifer stepped out of the bathroom wearing a silk
mini-robe, and nothing else. She took one look and jumped back, screaming
“AAAAAARRRRHHHHH, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?!?!”

“It’s my transplant,” Bob said while standing there naked
with nothing on but a red ribbon on the end of his new  fourteen-inch penis.

“Damn! You said you had some surgery after the accident,
but… My goodness it’s…it’s…fuckin’ huge!”

Jennifer was astounded and excited all at once at the
prospect of having to deal with this
THING
for the rest of her life. She
was actually incredibly turned on by it because she had always fantasized about
having sex with a black man. She loved Bob and wanted to tell him that the
THING
’s
blackness and size excited her but feared his reaction. So, she bit her lip and
said, “Well cowboy, let’s give this horse a new rider!”

She walked up to Bob, untying her robe and opening it up
with each step closer. She pressed up against him and reached down to grasp his
THING
in her hand and slowly stroked it. With her other hand she grabbed
onto the other half of it.

“Um, honey, are you turned on?” she whispered into his ear.

“Oh, ya!”

“Um, then why is, uh, it so soft and not hard?”

“I don’t know! The doctor said I was in perfect condition
and everything was fine. It’s all there in my chart.” Bob wasn’t going to be
denied and wickedly said, “Okay, baby lay down and I’ll see how this stick
shift can handle your curves as I drive it into the tunnel!”

Jennifer giggled and jumped onto the bed. Licking her
fingers she slipped them between her pussy lips and opened herself to him. He
climbed on top of her and positioned himself and rammed his body onto hers and
moaned, “How about that?”

“Um, honey, do you know what an accordion is?”

Bob nodded yes.

“Well your penis just turned into an accordion.”

The entire night became an experiment in frustration. No
matter what they did nothing worked. Oral sex, doggy style, honey,
masturbation, her on top, him on top, porno movies, the sheep, the hand
puppets, nothing they tried helped. At about 3:30 in the morning Jennifer had
given up. She was exhausted and frustrated. Her ultimate fantasy turned into a
fucked-up, twilight zone nightmare.

“Baby, I don’t know what’s wrong. Maybe it’s just because of
the transplant. Hand me that chart in my briefcase.” Jennifer handed him the
medical records and he was reading through them when he came to the release
forms that had been signed by Tyrone, the organ donor. As he read the charts a
look of horror struck his face.

“What is it?” she asked.

Bob handed her the chart and she began to read aloud,
“Tyrone has, by far, the worst case of impotence I have ever encountered in my
thiry years of experience. No treatment, medications or surgery has helped him.
My best recommendation is for him to become a monk.”