Jo White: Chapter 15

After a few false starts I actually manage to get the gnarling old rust heap moving.  With no power steering and a stubborn three speed manual transmission that ought to be on display in an automotive museum it is a workout just to handle the thing.  I get it to the exit gate and find my mother’s membership card works like a charm for getting through.  With a farty growl the jeep lurches out into the streets of Savannah.  I circle the block a couple of times just trying to get the hang of this thing.  Once it was rolling things got exponentially easier, the steering especially.  Despite it’s age and decrepit appearance Sloane had the surly old gal running pretty well.  I get a few funny looks thanks to Sloane’s loudly chugging car but I just smile and wave and mostly get a similar response in return.  Once I was confident enough I pull away from our block and begin to explore.

With the sun on my head and the wind, and bugs, in my face I drive wherever the mood strikes me.  The cab ride from the airport had been direct and stuck to mostly to the major roads but now I had the freedom to check out the side streets to my heart’s content.  I find Savannah to be a gorgeous city.  A grand old Dame of a town.  I fall in love with the sprawling moss covered trees, the masses of bushes laden with big bright flowers, the towering palms and the classic architecture of various historical periods that I discover around every bend.  It was a classy place, if a bit frayed about the edges here and there. It was still too damned hot but the thought of winters without blizzards or shoveling was starting to appeal to me.  More bustling and crowded than I was used to it wasn’t that bad either, nothing compared to a true big city like Atlanta or New York.  To me it was just the right size.  Even wrestling with the unfamiliar vehicle I am able get around okay.  I even cruise by my new school just to get a look at the cool looking turreted red brick building.  It was hard to believe that I’d be going there soon.  Graduation still seemed like only yesterday.

Before long I had explored a good section near downtown and decide to escape the heat by actually getting to the shopping that I had come out to do.  As I start to look for a place to buy clothes what is the first thing to catch my eye?  A sex boutique.  The old two story house turned into a store was painted like a rainbow with a similarly colored sign beside the stairs to the front door with the name “Lulu’s” on it in big letters.  Two androgynous mannequins stood in the front window, one in leather and one in lace, with sex toys hung on the bright pink wall behind them.  the shop stood out like a Technicolor beacon.  I just laugh, of course that would be the first thing to grab to my attention.  Well, such a place was on my list and it was right here.  Accepting it as an act of fate I pull around to the back and find a parking spot.

I turn the key and the jalopy rattles and pops to an eventual rest.  I rub my ears, thankful for the lack of noise, then grab my shopping bag and head around the sidewalk back to the front again.  A creaky floor and a jingling of bells announces my entrance and as I stand looking around at the dizzying array of blue movies, titty magazines, racy posters, and shamelessly tacky decor a tall lean man with tattoos, piercings, and a thick Cajun accent enters from another room and greets me.

“What it is you want, we got.  I guarantee it.”  He says over the upbeat tunes coming from a speaker in the corner with the easy confident bluster of a natural salesman.  “My name is Jordan.  How may I help you today mon cher?”

“Um, just looking.”

“Very good.”  He smiles.  “Do you happen to have some ID on you?”

“Huh?  Oh.  Oh yes, of course.”  The request took me off guard but did not surprise me.  I’d never actually been in a shop like this before.  The one dildo I owned, or used to own before I trashed it just before this trip, I’d ordered online.  Even now I recall the grip of panic and shame I felt on the day of its arrival, worried as I was that Auntie might check the mail before I could, and how obsessively I had to keep it hidden from her.

I show him my license and he nods satisfactorily.  “Alaska!  Here I would have guessed Minnesota by your charming accent.”  He smiles and spreads his arms.  “Welcome to Lulu’s.  Please take your time and explore our emporium of eroticism, our bazaar of the bawdy, our castle of kink, our treasure of pleasure, …”

“I get it.”  I giggle.  “Thank you Jordan.”  Boy, he sure poured it on thick.

He nods and fades away to let me peruse in peace.  The place had an interesting layout as they still used the basic floor plan of the original house.  What was once the kitchen area acted as a sort of central hub where they kept the till and various other interconnected rooms radiated out from it.  Each room had a theme.  The first room was dedicated to porn.  The next one I enter is the BDSM area with all sorts of equipment, apparel, and tools for bondage and discipline, the uses of some I could only guess at.  The next one after that was lingerie, all of it wonderfully trashy.  I titter as I think about how Prince would react to me in some of this stuff.  I really feel like a kid in a candy store as I look at all the naughty things wishing I had a bigger budget.

Moving to the next room I am stopped dead in my tracks.  Eyes wide with wonder I gaze around at the dozens and dozens of dicks.  Everywhere I looked dildos, vibrators, and phalluses of all sorts filled the hangers and shelves and corners of this room.  It was wall to wall wang!  The whole place smelled of rubber and plastic but to my smitten mind it was as lovely as a flower garden.  Moving slowly about the room I ogle and fondle the different toys through their hard plastic cases.  I couldn’t believe how many there were…or how BIG some of them were!  Not many were larger than Hanae or Sloane but there was big dick aplenty here.  Some that even made my size kink libido shudder in fear.

As I move about I start to make comparisons to the people that I knew.  I find one tucked in a corner, looking rather pitiful among the competition, that was close to Prince’s size. I find another like Dot.  Then I see a big fat veiny one that reminded me of Sloane.  My goodness!  Seeing the comparison up close and feeling the weight of packages really gave me an appreciation of what the sisters were packing.  God damn!  Of course I fantasize, wondering what it would be like to experience these toys.  If I bought a few…I could try them without actually cheating….to feel them…stretch me and…push in soooo deep.

“Whooo.”  I pat my warmed cheeks.  Was I ever NOT going to be horny again?

“Found one you like?”  Jordan asks.  I turn to see him leaning against the doorway watching me.

“Oh!”  I titter with guilty amusement and fumble the 9 incher I was holding back onto the hanger.  “I was just looking.”

“That’s a good one.”  He nods.  “Nothing but satisfied customers with that big boy.”

I stare at it longingly and whisper.  “I bet.”  As I look at all of the incredible variety of sizes, shapes, colors, and variations of the different dicks a thought strikes me out of the blue.  “Jordan?”

“Yes mon cher?”

“Hey, weird question.”

“My favorite kind.”

“Do you have one that’s like…limp?”

“Limp?”

“Yeah, like flaccid.  Like a normal everyday walking around penis.  One with the testes included preferably.  Do they make such a thing?”

“A packer?  Oh yeah, you bet.”  He waves me to follow.  “Come on.”

“Packer?”  I mumble as I follow him through the next room, this one filled with fake pussies and other masturbatory devices, and then back through a short hallway that lead to the back of the central hub.

The area he leads me to has less to do with sex toys and everything to do with gender affirmation.  The room has lingerie in men’s sizes, fake titties, tops to hide titties, and so much more.  In a glass case near the back he shows me an array of precisely what I had just asked for.  Lined up was about a dozen different realistic looking silicone dicks with balls of a few different skin tones, all of them non-erect.  On the shelf below them were crotch pieces that would provide a bulge without the more detailed anatomy.

“Wow.”  I smile.  I didn’t even know such things existed yet here was an entire range to choose from.

With a wave his hand to a nearby rack of clothes he says.  “We have special underwear to hold them in place.”

“Really?”

“Yes.  They have a pocket on the inside.”  Recognizing my naivete on such things his voice is kindly and patient.  “If you want a harness or adhesive….”

“Adhesive!?”

“They do make such things.  Skin safe as long as you don’t use it for too long at a stretch.  Interested?”

“No, no adhesive.”  I say.  “You have panties?”

“Of course.”

“My size?”

“Of course.”  He chuckles.  “Panties, briefs, boxers, bikinis…”

With thoughts of the beach trip ahead I instantly seize on that.  “You have swim suits too?”

“Absolutely.”  He nods.  “You have to be careful if you actually swim in them.  The packers are all water safe but the weight of your penis can cause sagging of the cloth.  Just be aware of it and it’ll be fine, nobody will be the wiser.”

“My penis.”  I say softly as my eyes drift back to the cabinet.  With one of these…I could really be one of the girls.  I could be a real sister, or pretend better to be at least.  Without hesitation I point to the smallest of the group, a little circumcised peen in roughly my pale skin tone.  “That one!  I want that one!”

“It’s definitely you.”  He says encouragingly and goes to find that model still in the packaging.

When he presents it to me I open it right up despite not having paid for it.  Thankfully Jordan does not object.  Once I have it in my hand I marvel at the humble little penis, not much thicker than my thumb, and the cute set of balls beneath.  At the back was a slightly curved oval piece that would go to the inside against the body.  It was squishy enough to move around like the real thing yet firm enough to keep its shape properly.  It was so realistic looking, with veins and everything, that as I play with it I half expected for it to begin to swell.  As I squeeze and fondle my prosthetic pecker Jordan tells me how I ought to wash it and care for it.  I listen as best I could though mostly I coddle my penis as I would a newborn kitten.  My penis.  My very own penis.

For the next forty five minutes I rummage through the different underwear and swimming suits that they had available.  I was so excited!  As long as I was careful with my new package I could wear shorts, jeans, whatever I wanted to around the house.  No more balled up sock for me.  I chuckle as I think about the fact that, like them, I would have to hide it when I left the house.  The idea of stuffing my knickers only to hide the results again I found amusingly ridiculous.

I end up spending way too much, such specialty items did not come cheap unfortunately.  With the distinct possibility of getting booted from my free lodgings still a concern I would have to try save money elsewhere after this splurge.  The price tag does nothing to dampen my enthusiasm however.  This was money well spent as far I was concerned.  Once the whole lot is bought and paid for, and the no return policy is explained to me, Jordan offers me a change room in case I wanted to wear it out.

“Yes!”  Is my instant response.

I choose the cutest pair of panties, a white lacy thing that from the outside looked like any other pair of undies.  Sewed into the inside though was a hidden pocket just barely big enough for me to slip the packer into.  I realize how easy it would be for me to alter the underwear I’d brought with me to do just the same.  Slipping them on felt weird with the extra weight but I snug them into place I find that they fit like a dream.  My grin is ear to ear as I stand with my skirt lifted looking at the detailed bulge at my crotch. It was perfect.  Unless you grabbed it there was no way someone could tell it wasn’t the real thing.  I jiggle, I waggle, I grab my nuts and give them a scratch.  My penis is beautiful.  As beautiful as the sisters.  As beautiful as mother’s must have been.  I pet my pretty bulge and whisper.  “I wish you could see me Mom.”  It was a silly thing and yet I could not help but feel…proud.  I couldn’t wait to show it off to Prince.

It takes a bit to get used to walking with it but thankfully it was not stiff inert rubber or plastic.  The suppleness of the firm yet spongy silicone allowed it to bend with me and I am soon walking out of Lulu’s a very happy woman.  I head back to the car with a little extra swagger in my strut, enjoying the feel and weight of packing a pair between my legs.

I deposit my shopping bag in the storage under the back bench, hop into the driver’s seat, and get the old jeep snorting and sputtering to life once more.  I quickly discover that the bottom of the silicone base pressed in right over the top of my pussy.  Combine this pressure with the rattling vibration of Sloane’s jeep and…oh my!

I sit up straight, hands gripping the wheel tightly, and let out a little peep.  “Oh!  Ohhh golly!”  I shake my head and try to focus my attention away from the steady buzz teasing my clit.  “Okay, shopping, right.  I can do this.”

Lowering my standards from department store to consignment shop to stay within my budget for the day I look to finish my shopping trip but as I go I quickly discover that vibration coming through the silicone could not be escaped.  I squirm and shift in my seat but the lap belt keeps in me firmly in place as the pocket in my panties does its job only too well.  Pinned between me and the seat cushion my new package would not budge from its spot.  There is no respite.  As I came to a stop the engine shook the jeep slower but harder to throb against my sex.  As I pulled away the rising speed would send tingles through my cunny.  And just holding a constant cruising speed only meant a steady relentless vibration against my clit.  It was like trying to drive while sitting on that Sybian machine that I saw back at Lulu’s.  The Georgia humidity wasn’t the only reason I was sweating anymore!

As I went the good vibrations just got better…and better…and better.  The longer I drive the harder it is to look for stores, or anything else for that matter.  Before long just staying on course took all I had.  The craziest thing, though I knew it had to be my lust addled imagination, was that I would have sworn that the jeep was reacting to my growing arousal.  As the engine warmed it had gone from its usual rattle and pop into a strong steady growwwwwwwl.  The vibrations only intensified and seemed to be focused directly at the base of the driver’s seat.  The more erotic my thoughts got the more powerfully I felt it.  My squirming about had seemed to tighten the belt across my lap somehow too so that my ass was planted even more firmly into the thrumming cushion.

“Ohhh Jesus!”  I gasp as I try to will the red light ahead to change to green.  I decide there to abandon my shopping trip.  All I could think about was getting home so that I could use my new…my new…fuck!  In all of the excitement of getting my own dick to wear that I’d completely forgotten to get myself one to actually use as a toy.  My fingers would have to do once more.  “Damn it.”  I glare at the red light as my packer buzzes mercilessly directly against my love button.  “Come on, come on, come on.”

With no doors or windows to hide me I sit in full view of the pedestrians and drivers and the full bus of commuters at my right and struggle to contain myself.  My lips parted, my breath heavy, my hands white-knuckled on the wheel, sweat glistening off of my body, and my fresh new panties as damp as an otter’s pocket I soon find myself stuck in traffic and edging like motherfucker.  Thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum the engine’s idling rises and falls in a steady pulse-like rhythm all the while images of big fat veiny dicks and dildos swim around in my imagination.  Time seems to stand still as I stare at the light quietly pleading with it to change so that I could pull off and park for a moment.  My breasts tingled, my pussy purred, and I could feel the pressure down below begin to rise.

Oh my God…I think I am about to cum!  If I didn’t do something quick Sloane’s stupid jeep was about to make me cum!

“Excuse me.”  Comes a squeaky little voice to my left at just the worst possible time.

“Huh?”  I huff and look over to see a couple of smiling white-haired octogenarians in a sporty little red convertible beside me.

The old granny holds out a bottle of water and offers it to me.  “I think you’ve had a bit too much sun my dear.  You look flustered.”

“Uh huh.”  I say through panting breaths.  “It’s the…sun.  Thank you Ma’am.”

Welcome for the distraction I am just reaching for the water when, through no action of my own, the engine suddenly lets out a low, loud rumble that reverberates through every rivet of the rust bucket.  The vibration travels straight up through the seat and, despite my best efforts to resist it, sends me soaring over the edge.

“Hah!”  I gasp and slap my hand back to the wheel as my focus to blurry and the climax hits me full force.  I stare directly at the kindly old couple as long lusty moan escapes my parted lips.  “Hahhhhhhh!”  Fighting my orgasm only makes it all the more intense and more impossible to conceal.  My legs quake, body heaves and trembles, my eyes roll back as my hips grind into the seat below me and I hear above the din of traffic the unmistakable mewls of erotic ecstasy coming from my own throat.  “Ohhhhhhhh!”  My body bucks and writhes as waves of pleasure course through me, emanating out from my cumming pussy and through every extremity.  Even as I cum I could feel the gaze of a dozen or more people watch me climax right there in the middle of the road, drawn by the telltale orgasmic jerking of my body.  For whatever reason, the shame of my very public display only acts to draw it out longer.  “Ohhhh God.”

When it at last it tails off I blink and come back to my senses to see the elderly pair staring at me with shock and horror.  My pussy was glowing happily but my face burns with an embarrassed blush.  I glance about to see people laughing and pointing and whispering to others to tell them what they’d just witnessed.  A few even had their phone’s out recording!  As the pleasure fades it truly sinks in what had just happened.  I had just gone off like a firecracker in front of the whole of downtown Savannah!  I shrink into my seat wishing that I could just disappear but the open air jeep, which seemed to be back to its usual rough chugging and farting again, left me sitting there alone and with nowhere to hide.  My panties moist beneath me I already knew that there would be an incriminating wet spot on my dress and probably the seat as well.

I smack my lips, my mouth dry, and I croak to the couple.  “The sun.”

The old lady harrumphes, pulls the bottle back and looks away in disgust as the man gives me a disapproving shake of his head.  “Shameless.  Utterly shameless.”  I hear him mutter to his wife.  “Kids these days.”

They leave me in their exhaust as they speed away at the green light.  I humiliate myself one last time by stalling the jeep as with trembling hands and rubbery legs I try to get it rolling again. With the hoots and cat calls of men coming from the sidewalk I start it up, grind it into gear, and tear out of there as fast as I could.  It was a full retreat back to the concealing safety of the high walled estate.

Chapter 16