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Mom pushed me in my wheelchair through the hospital corridor - I got all
sorts of looks from curious to smiling to righteous indignation. Apparently
word spreads quick when there's a pregnant man in the hospital. Mommy kept
reassuring me and Kelly, who was following alongside kept her hand on my
shoulder - I held that hand tightly.
Gary had pulled the car around to the hospital entrance and was waiting to
help me in. Most of my meds had worn off and I was feeling some soreness
and tightness around my abdomen, so I was grateful for the help. It was
also incredibly sweet. As I stood, Gary embraced me and kissed me on the
cheek. "Let's go home" he said. I got a warm feeling in my belly and my
knees got a little weak.
Dad was there to get mom also and we drove separately to Gary's house. Gary
drove extra cautiously, "You're carrying precious cargo" he chimed, and
reached over to hold my hand. I instinctively pulled his hand to my belly
and told him "I know I'm just imagining it, but I can feel our baby." Gary
smiled at me and we both sighed. That got a laugh out of both of us and
broke the little bit of tension that was in the air.
------
As we pulled up to the house I couldn't help but look over to my old house
- I thought of my wife and for a moment was sad. Gary saw the tears welling
up in my eyes and stopped the car in the driveway. "Monica, if I hadn't
been through almost everything you had in the past few days I would say `I
can't imagine what you're going through' but to a degree I have. I know
we're both hurting and that won't go away quickly, but we can lean on each
other. I will be here for you. I think our girls will be looking down on us
and happy that we found a silver-lining through this mess."
I suppose he was right, I stiffened my lip, composed myself and let Gary
help me out of the car. As I slid my legs out they rubbed together and I
marveled at how good it felt. I was feeling, for lack of a better word,
horny, but my penis stand soft and tucked away in my panties. This was very
similar to the warmth I get when Gary kisses or hugs me. I felt my nipples
get hard under my bra and the movement of my dress across my thighs was
exquisite.
"Wow! you're glowing" Gary said as he led me into his house. I blushed as I
followed him - I'd been in his house before but it felt so different "I've
set up the room right next to mine for you. Your mom went a little crazy
but you'll find a full compliment of clothes in the closet and dressers."
I could hear mom already beginning to fuss around in the kitchen and Gary
excused himself, "I'll give you some time alone - I know you haven't had
much of that lately."
I opened the closet and marveled at the dresses my mom had picked out for
me. Florals and polka-dots (my favorite!), skater dresses, cold shoulders,
and long gowns. There were even a few more formal dresses in there. I ran
my hand against their material and felt the tension leave my shoulders for
the first time in what felt like forever. On the floor of the closet were
about 10 pairs of shoes; flats, heels, pink slippers and even a pair of
high boots that I had been coveting seeing girls wear for the last few
years.
In my dresser I found panties and bras in every color and style. For every
panty I found a matching bra (squeal!), some pantyhose, garters, and a
half-dozen nighties, babydoll, and chemises. There was also a flannel
nightgown. It was September so eventually it would be cold enough for me to
want that - but I had my doubts.
------
I laid down on the bed for a bit - I was feeling wiped out, both
emotionally and physically. I'm not sure how long I slept but I could smell
mom's cooking when I woke up. I called out for her. She came into my room
wiping her hands on a dishtowel - she had been a busy lady,
apparently. "Mommy, I want to change but I don't know what I should put on"
I lamented. "Silly girl!" mom responded incredulously, "you're a grown-up,
in fact you're gonna be a mother yourself soon. You're gonna have to learn
to make decisions for yourself sooner than later!" she ranted as she went
through my dresser. She pulled out a fresh pair of panties - yellow cotton
- and the matching bra, also yellow with matching white lace trim and a
cute flower between the cups. she moved to the closet and quickly sifted
through the dresses. She pulled out a white cotton sundress, and a pair of
white open-toed flats.
As she sat her selections on the bed next to me she disappeared into my
ensuite bathroom. she brought out a little tackle box full of nail polish
and other sundry items for a mani/pedi.
"You're going to need to learn to do this too, but I'll help you this
time." She settled herself onto the bed next to me and walked me through
how to paint my own nails. By the time she got to my toes we were deep into
conversation about my c***dhood. I should have been embarrassed but I felt
relief that she knew all about my sneaking her lingerie and dresses out of
her room to prance around in. She had confided in daddy back then that she
braced everyday for me to "come out" to them. She knew between the
crossdressing and my small stature that I would be a bottom and worried how
difficult that would be.
I had no idea that my parents knew so much about what I went through as a
c***d. Mom told me the story about how she and dad had come home from
dinner early once and found me in their bedroom wearing a pink babydoll
nightgown and matching thong, on my hands and knees fellating her dildo. I
had never heard them because I had the music up. Dad was pissed at the time
an wanted to teach me a lesson but mom had stopped him and they snuck back
out of the house.
Mom had wanted to confront me back then and start me down a path toward
femininity. She had thought that I would have an easier time living as a
girl if that's who I was inside. Dad agreed not to beat the shit out of me
on the condition that mom couldn't try to turn me into a girl.
Mom's eyes were welling up a little as she told me her story. I sat in
silence until the guys erupted in the other room, apparently watching
football.
We both smiled at each other and she said "More later, sweetheart. Your
nails are all dry now, get dressed and come join us." Without I got a hug
and mom left me to change.
I stood in front of the mirrored closet door and stripped down. I stared at
my naked self, the only thing I had on was nail polish now. I inspected
myself from my toes to the top of my head. My belly looked a little puffy,
but my hips seemed wider - even if I as just imagining it. My skin had
softened a lot and I rubbed my hands over every inch of myself. As I
reached my penis I grabbed it like I had my entire life, but this time it
didn't respond. I stroked it lightly, concentrating on the head trying to
arouse myself. It was weeping a little pre-cum and I used that to massage
the underside. The feeling was amazing but it wouldn't get hard. I braced
myself against the door frame of the closet, closed my eyes and focused on
giving myself pleasure. After only a few moments I felt that tingle, the
muscle contraction of my impending orgasm. I was so excited, I hadn't cum
in days and mentally I needed this to clear my head.
As it got closer I felt my legs starting to shake. I dropped to my
knees. My left hand was working my nipples like crazy and the shaking
advanced from my legs to my torso. I could hear my staggered breath and was
trying to be quiet but I was moaning almost uncontrollably. I hit my
crescendo and collapsed forward until my head was on the carpet. I laid
still for a minute as my entire body seemed to consume the heavenly
feelings that radiated from my tummy. I shuddered slightly as I lifted my
head and looked at myself in the mirror. My face was completely flushed but
so soft. I looked almost "peaceful."
I was jolted out of this euphoria by a knock on the door. "Monica are you
ok?" Gary asked. I managed a meek "Yes, I'm fine...I'll be out in a
minute." I smiled wryly at myself - I had had my first orgasm as a woman
and it was incredible. I couldn't wait for the next one already.
------
Mom and dad stayed for dinner and we made mostly idle chitchat. Nothing too
serious, just getting to know Gary a little and catching up with them. Mom
got up to start doing the dishes but I implored her to leave them for
me. "Let me have my first moment of domestication please," I
begged. "You're right honey; this is your job now." I got hugs from both
and mom left to take daddy home. "I'll be gone a bit, you and Gary need
some time alone and I need to the care of your daddy." I blushed when she
told me that, but she assured me that's what girls do. It was nothing to be
embarrassed over.
Once they were gone I floated around the kitchen cleaning up. The reality
of it hit me; here I was in a sundress, panties and matching bra, white
flats with my nails and toenails painted a pretty soft, light pink -
cleaning the kitchen while `my man' sat on the couch watching the game. I
was in heaven. I had never enjoyed cleaning so much as in that moment, it
felt like my own foreplay.
After I was done I joined Gary on the couch. I initially was going to sit
on the end but Gary urged me to come sit next to him. I wasn't going to
tell him no! As I sat he pulled me into him, "Is this ok?" he asked. "Yes,
this is nice." I said.
As the game went on I got more comfortable and slowly found myself sliding
down against him more. I wasn't interested in the game and was relaxed
enough that I was feeling sleepy. Without asking I maneuvered myself to lay
down next to Gary with my head on his leg. I looked up at him checking for
approval. He was smiling down at me and placed his hand on my head. We
stayed like that for almost an entire quarter. Gary had begun running his
hand through my hair. His hands seemed so big to me, they felt powerful.
I started to feel something against my head, and like a dummy, it took me a
moment to realize that Gary had an erection and it was pushing against the
top of my head. I turned and looked up at him. He was smiling but clearly
embarrassed. "I'm sorry," he said. "I have been trying to avoid that for a
while but I lost the battle.
All my life I had dreamed of a moment like this, I sure wasn't going to
miss the chance presented in front of me. I held my gaze up at him and
moved my hand to his cock. I squeezed first but then began to run my hand
along it's length. He was big! It wasn't crazy long but it was thick and it
was getting bigger as I held it. "That feels nice," Gary whispered.
I rolled myself over so I was facing his stomach and rubbed my face along
his pants where his, now rock hard cock, was straining.
Gary looked down at me and said "That's yours if you want it, angel."
"I do" was the best response I could muster. I lowered myself to my knees
on the floor in front of him and began unbuttoning his pants. I was doing
my best to go slow and be sexy. I'm not sure how well I was pulling that
off - my nerves were a wreck, my heart was beating out of my chest, and I
couldn't find the right words to say even though the silence was torturous.
As I got his pants completely unbuckled and unzipped I started to tug them
down his waist. Gary stood up in front of me and stepped completely out of
his trousers. As he stood back up from pulling them over his feet I was
face to face to his glory. I laughed inside, there was no way I should have
ever considered myself a man. Gary was packing what I guessed to be 7+
inches with the thickness of a water bottle. It was unlike anything I'd
ever seen in real life. I mean, I'd seen big dicks online before and always
fantasized that I could handle them, but this was the real thing and I was
not so sure now.
Gary stood with his hands on his hips - he was proud of that monster and
the site of me on my knees in from of him made him smile from ear to ear.
I reached up and took the shaft into my hand, gently rolling the skin back
and forth. My hand moved to his balls, they were so big and heavy. He had
obviously trimmed the hair on them which I appreciated. I rolled them
around in my hand as I stared at that menacing head already starting to
weep it's precum.
Placing both hands now on him, I moved up to the head of his cock and
rubbed the underside with my thumb. MY tiny hands looked so pretty with
their painted nails; In my mind I wondered how they'd look with painted
nails AND a ring...Gary moaned at this and moved himself back into his seat
on the couch. I scooted closer to him and placed my hands on his thighs -
this was it, I was going to be a cocksucker in the next minute. I would
never not be a cocksucker again. It was degrading but so liberating to
accept that new label. I leaned forward and placed my tongue along the
underside of his tumescence. I swirled it around, closed my eyes and took
the plunge. I had done it - his cock was in my mouth. I closed my eyes and
forced my head down taking more of the shaft into my mouth. I only made it
a few inches down on my first pass. When I came up I looked up at this hulk
of a man, he had head back clearly enjoying this but as I pulled off he
looked down at me and placed his hand on the back of my head guiding me
back onto him. His hand felt like it was engulfing the top of my skull. He
was forceful but not rough. I worked back down again, this time forcing
more of him into my mouth and towards my throat. I had practiced on dildo's
before and was happy with how far down I could take one, but the girth
changes all of that. I was struggling. I wanted to take him all the way, to
deepthroat him and look into his eyes with the head of his penis buried in
my throat.
I began to bob up and down on him feeding off of the verbal feedback he was
giving me. My mind started working ahead to what I knew was coming. Would I
be able to swallow? I wanted to but I had never actually done it so could I
pull it off?
Before long both of Gary's hands were on my face. He was talking so sweetly
to me "Monica your mouth feels amazing. You've got so much of it
sweetheart. Do you feel like the girl you've always wanted to be?" To his
question I could only utter an affirmative grunt.
"I'm going to come, baby. I want you to keep it in your mouth; will you do
that for me?" he asked. How could I refuse? I mean he asked!
I held my eyes on his as he picked up the pace and really started fucking
my face. I pushed my tongue up against the bottom of his head creating
wonderful friction. "That's it! here is his" he proclaimed.
I was caught off guard by the heat of his blasts; why the time I had gotten
my own cum to my mouth it was always disappointingly cold. This was warm,
hot even! The first two were powerful and plentiful. The second two seemed
to squirt further into the back of my mouth, but I held all of it as I had
been told. Gary was quivering as he recovered from his orgasm. Once he came
down from the high he instructed me to show him his sperm. I obeyed
dutifully as I tilted my head back slightly, opened my mouth, and pushed
out my tongue. When I did this some spilled and I felt it running down my
chin and onto my lovely dress. I held still, I didn't react - I just
maintained eye contact.
"That is the most wonderful site. The doctor said you and the baby will
both benefit from the interaction of potent sperm with the chemicals being
introduced into your body. I would make you, me, and the baby very happy if
you would swallow that. Will you do that for me, Monica?" My eyes answered
him as I closed them, pulled my tongue back in and closed my lips around
it. My first attempt was unsure and I didn't get it all down, so I had to
swallow a second time. I looked back at Gary and showed him that it was all
gone.
He pulled me to him and kissed me on the mouth. I melted like snow in
July. My arms went around his neck and I kissed him with an equal passion
as he kissed me. His hands roamed my body and found their way under the
back of my dress to my panties. I felt his finger work under the lace trim
opening, caressing my skin. I moaned into his mouth at his control. I
couldn't wait for whatever was next.
I climbed up onto Gary's lap to straddle him and felt his arms go
completely around me.
------
And just like that the moment was gone! My mother, with her impeccable
timing, came through the front door straight into the living room. I jumped
off of Gary's lap like a caught-teenager as he grabbed a blanket to cover
himself. "We were just kissing..." I offered unconvincingly. I could tell
from the look in her eyes that she knew it was bullshit. "Monica come help
with the groceries" mom commanded.
We made really awkward small talk and Gary snuck out while mom was putting
boxes of pasta into the cabinet. When she saw that he was gone, she turned
to me - looked at the spot on the front of my dress, smiled and said "You
can tell me about this tomorrow, but I hope you swallowed it; so good for
you and the baby. But now I'm going to bed." Ugh! How could I be so stupid!
I had forgotten that I let Gary's cum spill onto me. Would there be no end
to the shameful moments?
I found myself standing alone in the kitchen. I finished cleaning up,
turned off all the lights and went to my room. I undressed and put on a
pretty cap-sleeve satin nightie that hit me mid-thigh and felt nice sliding
over my bare tush. I was the object of a mans desire, tucked into my bed,
wearing lingerie, with a belly full of semen swimming around inside me
right now looking for an egg. I contemplated pleasuring myself again, but
sleep overtook that desire.
------
To be continued....
sorts of looks from curious to smiling to righteous indignation. Apparently
word spreads quick when there's a pregnant man in the hospital. Mommy kept
reassuring me and Kelly, who was following alongside kept her hand on my
shoulder - I held that hand tightly.
Gary had pulled the car around to the hospital entrance and was waiting to
help me in. Most of my meds had worn off and I was feeling some soreness
and tightness around my abdomen, so I was grateful for the help. It was
also incredibly sweet. As I stood, Gary embraced me and kissed me on the
cheek. "Let's go home" he said. I got a warm feeling in my belly and my
knees got a little weak.
Dad was there to get mom also and we drove separately to Gary's house. Gary
drove extra cautiously, "You're carrying precious cargo" he chimed, and
reached over to hold my hand. I instinctively pulled his hand to my belly
and told him "I know I'm just imagining it, but I can feel our baby." Gary
smiled at me and we both sighed. That got a laugh out of both of us and
broke the little bit of tension that was in the air.
------
As we pulled up to the house I couldn't help but look over to my old house
- I thought of my wife and for a moment was sad. Gary saw the tears welling
up in my eyes and stopped the car in the driveway. "Monica, if I hadn't
been through almost everything you had in the past few days I would say `I
can't imagine what you're going through' but to a degree I have. I know
we're both hurting and that won't go away quickly, but we can lean on each
other. I will be here for you. I think our girls will be looking down on us
and happy that we found a silver-lining through this mess."
I suppose he was right, I stiffened my lip, composed myself and let Gary
help me out of the car. As I slid my legs out they rubbed together and I
marveled at how good it felt. I was feeling, for lack of a better word,
horny, but my penis stand soft and tucked away in my panties. This was very
similar to the warmth I get when Gary kisses or hugs me. I felt my nipples
get hard under my bra and the movement of my dress across my thighs was
exquisite.
"Wow! you're glowing" Gary said as he led me into his house. I blushed as I
followed him - I'd been in his house before but it felt so different "I've
set up the room right next to mine for you. Your mom went a little crazy
but you'll find a full compliment of clothes in the closet and dressers."
I could hear mom already beginning to fuss around in the kitchen and Gary
excused himself, "I'll give you some time alone - I know you haven't had
much of that lately."
I opened the closet and marveled at the dresses my mom had picked out for
me. Florals and polka-dots (my favorite!), skater dresses, cold shoulders,
and long gowns. There were even a few more formal dresses in there. I ran
my hand against their material and felt the tension leave my shoulders for
the first time in what felt like forever. On the floor of the closet were
about 10 pairs of shoes; flats, heels, pink slippers and even a pair of
high boots that I had been coveting seeing girls wear for the last few
years.
In my dresser I found panties and bras in every color and style. For every
panty I found a matching bra (squeal!), some pantyhose, garters, and a
half-dozen nighties, babydoll, and chemises. There was also a flannel
nightgown. It was September so eventually it would be cold enough for me to
want that - but I had my doubts.
------
I laid down on the bed for a bit - I was feeling wiped out, both
emotionally and physically. I'm not sure how long I slept but I could smell
mom's cooking when I woke up. I called out for her. She came into my room
wiping her hands on a dishtowel - she had been a busy lady,
apparently. "Mommy, I want to change but I don't know what I should put on"
I lamented. "Silly girl!" mom responded incredulously, "you're a grown-up,
in fact you're gonna be a mother yourself soon. You're gonna have to learn
to make decisions for yourself sooner than later!" she ranted as she went
through my dresser. She pulled out a fresh pair of panties - yellow cotton
- and the matching bra, also yellow with matching white lace trim and a
cute flower between the cups. she moved to the closet and quickly sifted
through the dresses. She pulled out a white cotton sundress, and a pair of
white open-toed flats.
As she sat her selections on the bed next to me she disappeared into my
ensuite bathroom. she brought out a little tackle box full of nail polish
and other sundry items for a mani/pedi.
"You're going to need to learn to do this too, but I'll help you this
time." She settled herself onto the bed next to me and walked me through
how to paint my own nails. By the time she got to my toes we were deep into
conversation about my c***dhood. I should have been embarrassed but I felt
relief that she knew all about my sneaking her lingerie and dresses out of
her room to prance around in. She had confided in daddy back then that she
braced everyday for me to "come out" to them. She knew between the
crossdressing and my small stature that I would be a bottom and worried how
difficult that would be.
I had no idea that my parents knew so much about what I went through as a
c***d. Mom told me the story about how she and dad had come home from
dinner early once and found me in their bedroom wearing a pink babydoll
nightgown and matching thong, on my hands and knees fellating her dildo. I
had never heard them because I had the music up. Dad was pissed at the time
an wanted to teach me a lesson but mom had stopped him and they snuck back
out of the house.
Mom had wanted to confront me back then and start me down a path toward
femininity. She had thought that I would have an easier time living as a
girl if that's who I was inside. Dad agreed not to beat the shit out of me
on the condition that mom couldn't try to turn me into a girl.
Mom's eyes were welling up a little as she told me her story. I sat in
silence until the guys erupted in the other room, apparently watching
football.
We both smiled at each other and she said "More later, sweetheart. Your
nails are all dry now, get dressed and come join us." Without I got a hug
and mom left me to change.
I stood in front of the mirrored closet door and stripped down. I stared at
my naked self, the only thing I had on was nail polish now. I inspected
myself from my toes to the top of my head. My belly looked a little puffy,
but my hips seemed wider - even if I as just imagining it. My skin had
softened a lot and I rubbed my hands over every inch of myself. As I
reached my penis I grabbed it like I had my entire life, but this time it
didn't respond. I stroked it lightly, concentrating on the head trying to
arouse myself. It was weeping a little pre-cum and I used that to massage
the underside. The feeling was amazing but it wouldn't get hard. I braced
myself against the door frame of the closet, closed my eyes and focused on
giving myself pleasure. After only a few moments I felt that tingle, the
muscle contraction of my impending orgasm. I was so excited, I hadn't cum
in days and mentally I needed this to clear my head.
As it got closer I felt my legs starting to shake. I dropped to my
knees. My left hand was working my nipples like crazy and the shaking
advanced from my legs to my torso. I could hear my staggered breath and was
trying to be quiet but I was moaning almost uncontrollably. I hit my
crescendo and collapsed forward until my head was on the carpet. I laid
still for a minute as my entire body seemed to consume the heavenly
feelings that radiated from my tummy. I shuddered slightly as I lifted my
head and looked at myself in the mirror. My face was completely flushed but
so soft. I looked almost "peaceful."
I was jolted out of this euphoria by a knock on the door. "Monica are you
ok?" Gary asked. I managed a meek "Yes, I'm fine...I'll be out in a
minute." I smiled wryly at myself - I had had my first orgasm as a woman
and it was incredible. I couldn't wait for the next one already.
------
Mom and dad stayed for dinner and we made mostly idle chitchat. Nothing too
serious, just getting to know Gary a little and catching up with them. Mom
got up to start doing the dishes but I implored her to leave them for
me. "Let me have my first moment of domestication please," I
begged. "You're right honey; this is your job now." I got hugs from both
and mom left to take daddy home. "I'll be gone a bit, you and Gary need
some time alone and I need to the care of your daddy." I blushed when she
told me that, but she assured me that's what girls do. It was nothing to be
embarrassed over.
Once they were gone I floated around the kitchen cleaning up. The reality
of it hit me; here I was in a sundress, panties and matching bra, white
flats with my nails and toenails painted a pretty soft, light pink -
cleaning the kitchen while `my man' sat on the couch watching the game. I
was in heaven. I had never enjoyed cleaning so much as in that moment, it
felt like my own foreplay.
After I was done I joined Gary on the couch. I initially was going to sit
on the end but Gary urged me to come sit next to him. I wasn't going to
tell him no! As I sat he pulled me into him, "Is this ok?" he asked. "Yes,
this is nice." I said.
As the game went on I got more comfortable and slowly found myself sliding
down against him more. I wasn't interested in the game and was relaxed
enough that I was feeling sleepy. Without asking I maneuvered myself to lay
down next to Gary with my head on his leg. I looked up at him checking for
approval. He was smiling down at me and placed his hand on my head. We
stayed like that for almost an entire quarter. Gary had begun running his
hand through my hair. His hands seemed so big to me, they felt powerful.
I started to feel something against my head, and like a dummy, it took me a
moment to realize that Gary had an erection and it was pushing against the
top of my head. I turned and looked up at him. He was smiling but clearly
embarrassed. "I'm sorry," he said. "I have been trying to avoid that for a
while but I lost the battle.
All my life I had dreamed of a moment like this, I sure wasn't going to
miss the chance presented in front of me. I held my gaze up at him and
moved my hand to his cock. I squeezed first but then began to run my hand
along it's length. He was big! It wasn't crazy long but it was thick and it
was getting bigger as I held it. "That feels nice," Gary whispered.
I rolled myself over so I was facing his stomach and rubbed my face along
his pants where his, now rock hard cock, was straining.
Gary looked down at me and said "That's yours if you want it, angel."
"I do" was the best response I could muster. I lowered myself to my knees
on the floor in front of him and began unbuttoning his pants. I was doing
my best to go slow and be sexy. I'm not sure how well I was pulling that
off - my nerves were a wreck, my heart was beating out of my chest, and I
couldn't find the right words to say even though the silence was torturous.
As I got his pants completely unbuckled and unzipped I started to tug them
down his waist. Gary stood up in front of me and stepped completely out of
his trousers. As he stood back up from pulling them over his feet I was
face to face to his glory. I laughed inside, there was no way I should have
ever considered myself a man. Gary was packing what I guessed to be 7+
inches with the thickness of a water bottle. It was unlike anything I'd
ever seen in real life. I mean, I'd seen big dicks online before and always
fantasized that I could handle them, but this was the real thing and I was
not so sure now.
Gary stood with his hands on his hips - he was proud of that monster and
the site of me on my knees in from of him made him smile from ear to ear.
I reached up and took the shaft into my hand, gently rolling the skin back
and forth. My hand moved to his balls, they were so big and heavy. He had
obviously trimmed the hair on them which I appreciated. I rolled them
around in my hand as I stared at that menacing head already starting to
weep it's precum.
Placing both hands now on him, I moved up to the head of his cock and
rubbed the underside with my thumb. MY tiny hands looked so pretty with
their painted nails; In my mind I wondered how they'd look with painted
nails AND a ring...Gary moaned at this and moved himself back into his seat
on the couch. I scooted closer to him and placed my hands on his thighs -
this was it, I was going to be a cocksucker in the next minute. I would
never not be a cocksucker again. It was degrading but so liberating to
accept that new label. I leaned forward and placed my tongue along the
underside of his tumescence. I swirled it around, closed my eyes and took
the plunge. I had done it - his cock was in my mouth. I closed my eyes and
forced my head down taking more of the shaft into my mouth. I only made it
a few inches down on my first pass. When I came up I looked up at this hulk
of a man, he had head back clearly enjoying this but as I pulled off he
looked down at me and placed his hand on the back of my head guiding me
back onto him. His hand felt like it was engulfing the top of my skull. He
was forceful but not rough. I worked back down again, this time forcing
more of him into my mouth and towards my throat. I had practiced on dildo's
before and was happy with how far down I could take one, but the girth
changes all of that. I was struggling. I wanted to take him all the way, to
deepthroat him and look into his eyes with the head of his penis buried in
my throat.
I began to bob up and down on him feeding off of the verbal feedback he was
giving me. My mind started working ahead to what I knew was coming. Would I
be able to swallow? I wanted to but I had never actually done it so could I
pull it off?
Before long both of Gary's hands were on my face. He was talking so sweetly
to me "Monica your mouth feels amazing. You've got so much of it
sweetheart. Do you feel like the girl you've always wanted to be?" To his
question I could only utter an affirmative grunt.
"I'm going to come, baby. I want you to keep it in your mouth; will you do
that for me?" he asked. How could I refuse? I mean he asked!
I held my eyes on his as he picked up the pace and really started fucking
my face. I pushed my tongue up against the bottom of his head creating
wonderful friction. "That's it! here is his" he proclaimed.
I was caught off guard by the heat of his blasts; why the time I had gotten
my own cum to my mouth it was always disappointingly cold. This was warm,
hot even! The first two were powerful and plentiful. The second two seemed
to squirt further into the back of my mouth, but I held all of it as I had
been told. Gary was quivering as he recovered from his orgasm. Once he came
down from the high he instructed me to show him his sperm. I obeyed
dutifully as I tilted my head back slightly, opened my mouth, and pushed
out my tongue. When I did this some spilled and I felt it running down my
chin and onto my lovely dress. I held still, I didn't react - I just
maintained eye contact.
"That is the most wonderful site. The doctor said you and the baby will
both benefit from the interaction of potent sperm with the chemicals being
introduced into your body. I would make you, me, and the baby very happy if
you would swallow that. Will you do that for me, Monica?" My eyes answered
him as I closed them, pulled my tongue back in and closed my lips around
it. My first attempt was unsure and I didn't get it all down, so I had to
swallow a second time. I looked back at Gary and showed him that it was all
gone.
He pulled me to him and kissed me on the mouth. I melted like snow in
July. My arms went around his neck and I kissed him with an equal passion
as he kissed me. His hands roamed my body and found their way under the
back of my dress to my panties. I felt his finger work under the lace trim
opening, caressing my skin. I moaned into his mouth at his control. I
couldn't wait for whatever was next.
I climbed up onto Gary's lap to straddle him and felt his arms go
completely around me.
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And just like that the moment was gone! My mother, with her impeccable
timing, came through the front door straight into the living room. I jumped
off of Gary's lap like a caught-teenager as he grabbed a blanket to cover
himself. "We were just kissing..." I offered unconvincingly. I could tell
from the look in her eyes that she knew it was bullshit. "Monica come help
with the groceries" mom commanded.
We made really awkward small talk and Gary snuck out while mom was putting
boxes of pasta into the cabinet. When she saw that he was gone, she turned
to me - looked at the spot on the front of my dress, smiled and said "You
can tell me about this tomorrow, but I hope you swallowed it; so good for
you and the baby. But now I'm going to bed." Ugh! How could I be so stupid!
I had forgotten that I let Gary's cum spill onto me. Would there be no end
to the shameful moments?
I found myself standing alone in the kitchen. I finished cleaning up,
turned off all the lights and went to my room. I undressed and put on a
pretty cap-sleeve satin nightie that hit me mid-thigh and felt nice sliding
over my bare tush. I was the object of a mans desire, tucked into my bed,
wearing lingerie, with a belly full of semen swimming around inside me
right now looking for an egg. I contemplated pleasuring myself again, but
sleep overtook that desire.
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To be continued....
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