All Her Life She Has Wanted To Have A Dick, Tough Luck For Her

I'll call my wife Paola. She was born in Argentina and moved to New York before she was ten. A Latin beauty. I met her when she was sixteen. We were in their den upstairs and we started talking about boys and girls and she told me that she always, since she could remember, wanted to have a dick. She hated having a pussy and having to always be the girl. Well, I wasn't as young and I had been with a girl, well a couple of girls, and basically I told her tough luck, lay back and enjoy it.

I showed her my dick, for real. And told her to show me her pussy, for real. She held my dick but wouldn't let me touch her pussy. I told her that fair was fair and anyway she needed to just lay back and enjoy it. She leaned back in the leather sofa, and held her hands under her knees and spread her legs. I put my dick up against her pussy and then the head into her vagina. I slipped it in, balls to the walls deep and fucked her until I came in her. She was sixteen and legal.

Her pussy was different. The whole experience was different because this was her first time she had to take dick. The rest of her life she had to take dick and there was nothing she could do about it.

She hated having a pussy, and tits for that matter. She would tie down her tits with this elastic band and put a pair of socks in her pants so she could have a bulge. She walked funny and I told her she had a big ass for a guy so just forget it. I liked longer hair on her and I wanted her to wear makeup. If she was going to be my girlfriend then she had to hold hands and do her nails and wear real girl clothes, all made up and pretty. And of course she had to open her legs and show me her pussy.

I got through college the same time she finished high school. I fucked her the night of her graduation, front face to face and on her back, which I always liked, holding her down that way. She complained almost every time. She would try to 'fuck' me with her clit, but there wasn't anyway she could do it. Although her laying on my back fucking her clit on my ass felt good in a real rotten way. But, I turned her over and fucked her and she had no choice, a dick was going into her vagina for real.

I didn't know that these Argentineans had rules when you fucked their daughters. Her parents were well aware I was fucking her and they had put her on birth control. But now that I was out of college and she was out of high school it was time for her to get married.

I can't tell you how much she hated being dressed up in the wedding gown and vail. Forced to wear pearls and walk down the isle for her father to 'give her away' like a sack of potatoes. She said I DO, but before she did she looked at me hard. On our wedding night she told me she wanted a dick. She didn't want to be a girl.

That night I took her seriously. Now that she was married and no longer on her parents door step or insurance, I sent her to this Psychiatrist who talked to her and told her that what she was asking was impossible. It didn't matter if she actually got a dick, she would never 'have' a dick. Anymore than if a guy cut his dick off he would never 'be' a girl. So go home and be a girl and have babies and lay back and enjoy it.

We had four kids, two and then two more. She lived the life of a girl, wore her hair long for me, had her nails made up and wore makeup. She breast fed her kids, one by one. She spread her legs at night and talked about 'her' pussy. She sucked dick and from time to time, to please me, she lay on her stomach and let me fuck her that way. Months turned into years and years into decades, the kids grew up and the girls got married. We were sitting at the beach contemplating nothing and she told me that she never wanted to be a girl. She was because that's what I wanted. I told her the same I had always told her, tough luck, not in the cards, lay back and enjoy it.

After the kids were gone from the house, she put that silly band across her chest, she put her hair up in a bun with a hat on, she put on my shirt and shorts and told me that she wanted me to call her Paul and that she didn't want to have to hold hands when we were out. She had found this doctor who told her he could do wonders with hormones. I put my foot down, took her hat off and undid the belt on the shorts and bent her over the end of the bed and told her that she had a hole between her legs, there wasn't a dick, never was a dick, and never would be a dick and she was Paola. I fucked her.

We are old people now, believe it or not we are both on Medicare. She wears her hair short but she wears earrings. She dresses in pants a lot and won't wear anything with cleavage. When she is asked her name she says 'he calls me Paola'. My dick doesn't work well enough anymore, so she knows I can't just up and fuck her. Fifty years she tells, me fifty years I've been fucking her. Since that afternoon at her house when she was sixteen. Tough luck she's a girl.