Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2013 14:44:26 -0500
From: Sasha steele <sashadanka@gmail.com>
Subject: Amantra Faux by Sasha Steele

Amantra Faux, Transvestite Tomb Raider (Part One) by Sasha Steele

   Amantra Faux's gravitron aircraft slowed to a stop, hovered a moment,
then gently set down near the cave on a deserted quadrant south side of
Head Island.  Amantra stepped out. It was hot and probably would be a lot
hotter inside.  Amantra took off the light weight brown leather suite
jacket he wore and set about the task of assembling the Segway-like hover
scooter he would ride to explore the cave. He went about the task one
handed for, needing to pee as badly as he did, Amantra's other hand was
clasped tightly on the very large bulge in the penal pouch of the skin
tight beige colored field trousers that he wore.

   Finished the task, Amantra powered up the hover scooter. Everything
checked out. No longer able to hold his pee Amantra spread his heavy thighs
and leaning over with hands on his knees, released the feeble hold he had
on his bladder. A dark wet spot appeared at the bottom in the penal pouch
of his pants and began to wick upward before a line of dribbling pee broke
through. Amantra bore down, the dribbles developed into a solid golden
stream that splashed heavily onto the ground forming a puddle between the
brown leather high heel field boots he had on. Amantra tilted his head back
opened his mouth and sighed with the pleasure of finally relieving himself.

   Done peeing Amantra wiped the excess wetness from his pants with a
tissue. He dropped the tissue into the puddle, mounted his hover, and sped
off into the cave.  He had guessed correctly. It was much warmer inside.
The white silk blouse Amantra wore was sticking to his back, the straps of
his white brassier showing through. Amantra was glad that his jet black
hair was tightly pulled back in a long braid that hung nearly to his thick
set waist. Sweat beaded his forehead but it didn't compromise the heavy
black mascara and eye shadow that complemented his beautiful brown
eyes. Amantra was glad for that too.

   Not far into the cave Amantra found the tomb. His prize, the mysterious
crystal skull, in plain view. Amantra snatched it up but had little time to
admire it, for almost immediately the cave started to shake. An earthquake.
Amantra hopped on his scooter and, head ducked to the handle bars, he
powered at top speed out of there. Amantra tried to negotiate a sharp turn
at the mouth too fast and, as he exited the cave, lost control of the
scooter. The skull flew off and rolled away.  Amantra fell off landing on
his fat ass then flipped into a roll himself.

   The first thing Amantra noticed when he regained his bearings was a high
heel boot laced on someone else's foot that had trapped the skull stopping
its roll. The boot belonged to Phallus Dickman. Phallus was Amantra's
nemesis. They were rivals, usually contesting for the same prize. Sometimes
in an uneasy collaboration. Most times thwarting one an others efforts.
Sometimes Amantra hated Phallus. Other times he was the recipient of
Phallus's hard cock. Such was their odd relationship.

   "Phallus!" Amantra said, surprised at his presence on the Island. This
location had been kept top secret. Two strong armed natives hauled Amantra
to his feet. Phallus was leaned back against Amatra's gravitron
transporter, turning the skull over in his hands, examining it.

   "Once again I take what I want from you," Phallus said, then smiled. He
was smug, tauting.  His shoulder length blond hair was pulled back in a
stubby pony tail because of the heat. His blue eyes shone when he smiled.

   "Take it and go then," Amantra snapped.

   "The skull isn't all that I want," Phallus said. "Bring him here."

   One on each arm, they brought Amantra to him. The front panel of
Phallus's long khaki skirt was tented considerably and Amantra knew what
else he wanted. Putting the skull aside Phallus stood face to face with
Amantra. He drew him closer, kissed him deeply while he pressed his hard
cock into Amantra's crotch. Phallus then placed both hands on Amantra's
stomach gently drawing them across the silky smooth blouse material pulled
tight over Amantra's protruding gut.  The sensation made Amantra shudder.

   "You've gotten fatter," Phallus said.

  Amantra wished he had a smart comeback, but Phallus always kept himself
buff. "You like it," was all he could think of.

   Phallus slowly brought his hands down off Amantra's gut to the front of
his skin tight field pants.  He dew them over Amantra's bald, fleshy pubis
mound to the massive cock bulging in his pant's penal pouch, tracing them
along to its tip. That too made Amantra shiver. He was getting hard.

   "Someone did a pee pee in his pants," Phallus said.

   He undid Amantra's belt and pants, unzipped his fly and pulled his pants
down onto his heavy thighs freeing Amantra's cock from the confines of
their pouch. Now fully erect Amantra's cock tented his white silk panties
straight out in front, the stretchy material of the pantie pouch following
its contour. Phallus took hold of Amantra's cock, marvelling at not only
its size, but the unusual shape of it as well. A bit freakish, Amantra's
cock was extremely thick, especially near its base.  Twelve inches in
length it tapered down somewhat to an almost delicate, by comparison,
pinkish
 head.

   When flaccid Amantra's monster cock shrunk only to about nine inches. It
still remained quite thick and felt solid and heavy, its tip then hidden
beneath a fleshy foreskin with only the end visible.  Then, when fully
erect, like it was right now, the tip emerged, sticking out a few inches
beyond the heavy foreskin and bending just slightly upward. That pretty
little pink cock head, as Phallus knew, was extremely sensitive to touch.
Amantra's balls also were a bit freakish, they too oversize and full,
although their globular mass was quite symmetrical. Phallus liked to touch
them, his hand exploring there right now.

   By comparison Phallus's own ten inch cock was more normal. When fully
erect it was as straight as an arrow and stood out on a horizontal plain.

   "Turn him around," Phallus commanded his natives. "I want to see that
sexy fat ass." Still trapping Amantra by the arms they turned him around
for their master. The true object of Phallus's lust was Amantra's beautiful
bubble butt. Though large it was truly amazing. The full seat of his white
silk panties cut upward on an angle over its massive globes, the material
buried deep in the cleft between them.

   Phallus went to his knees, spreading Amantra's ass cheeks. He sank his
face between them, making Amantra moan. Phallus stayed there a snort while,
licking Amantra through his panties. Phallus's stiff cock was throbbing,
precum had seeped through his own white panties causing a wet spot to
appear where the tip of his cock pressed against the front panel of his
khaki skirt. He stood and pulled Amantra's panties down low on his thighs
onto his field pants.

   "Bend him over," Phallus said. The natives complied drawing Amantra down
onto the gravitron aircraft's cover. Again Phallus went to his knees and
spread Amantra's globular ass cheeks. His tongue found Amantra's pink
ring. He licked then entered him, fucking Amantra's ass with his tongue.
Amantra wreathed with pleasure. He tilted his he back, opened his mouth
breathing out long sighs of ecstasy while Phallus ate him.

   Phallus stood, drew the front panel of his skirt aside, freed his
throbbing cock and thrust it abruptly into Amantra's asshole. He leaned
onto him, reached around and took hold of Amantra's big freaky cock, so
thick his hand couldn't completely encompass it.  Phallus jerked Amantra
while he fucked him, his hips moving rhythmically back and forth. Then
Phallus's motions speeded up. He was getting close to cumming. He could
tell that Amantra was close too.

   Phallus decided to make Amantra cum first, so he concentrated more
intently on masturbating him. His hand moved quicker. Amantra's breathing
had quickened. With each breath he let out a desperate "ahhh." Then he
came, pumping out a large load against the side of the aircraft as he
continued to let out "ahhh" with each desperate breath as Phallus jerked
him off.

   It was Phallus's turn now. He let go of Amantra's cock,straightened up
and grabbing hold of his long braid yanked Amantra's head back. His hips
moving rapidly now as Phallus began to frantically fuck his old nemesis.
Then he stopped, and letting go of the braid grabbed hold of Amantra's
thick hips with both hands trapping him as tight to himself as possible.
Amantra felt a burst of heat deep inside him as Phallus came hard in his
ass.

   Both spent, Phallus withdrew his cock from Amantra's ass, tucked it into
his panties and signaled his natives to release Amantra. Amantra always had
the same mixed feelings, miffed he was weak willed yet wanting it badly
whenever Phallus decided to fuck him. He stood, turning to his nemesis.
They kissed. Then, without a word, Phallus picked up the skull and
disappeared into the jungle leaving Amantra standing there with his pants
down. Such was their strange relationship.

   End of part one