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Life is to Be Lived All I remember hearing was a bang above my head. The house shook, and lights seems to come in from all points possible. My bed moved back and forth as the house shook. Confusion racked my brain. I had no idea what was happening. I shot out of bed and went to the window. All I could think of was a fire, an earthquake, something. Then I realized what I had to do. I had to get out as fast as possible. I didn't throw on clothes; I didn't collect anything. I ran to the door in my boxers, and once outside all I remember was being engulfed in light. I stood paralyzed. My house and everything around it slowly faded away as if someone turned out a television and all that was left was a shadow of light of what was once there. I don't remember passing out or blacking out, but time someone escaped me. It was like a movie changed reels and the next image didn't match the frame before it, and what I saw in those next seconds didn't make sense. I stood in a room of solid metal. There were no windows, no doors. It was like a cylinder. I could touch all the walls and the ceiling, and clostraphobia set in almost immediately. I banged on the walls and the ceiling, and thought I had to be in some sort of nightmare, but I had no idea what kind of nightmare I had entered. A voice came in the room. "You have been chosen, or that is to say, you chose this for yourself. You still have the right to opt out but the alternative to what you have selected is nothing that we feel you desire. Your life to this point as meant nothing. You have no one close, no family, no friends. Your health has suffered, and tonight you were meant for death." "Wait. What the fuck are you talking about?" "You died tonight. The shake you felt was not something we did, exactly. It was your heart giving way. You were being monitored as it was clear to us that you were close to this end. You lived 62 years in a body you abused in a life you did not take advantage of, but from our studies of you, you do not seem to be a bad person or one that deserves something bad, but as you know, life is not fair." "I don't understand. What are you talking about? Where am I?" "All these questions will be answered in time, but now all you have to tell us is if you would rather be dead or live the life that we have selected for you." "I don't want to die." "Then it is decided." "Wait, wait. I do not know what I am agreeing to. How can you stop me from dying? Who are you." "Again, all these things will become clear, but let me ask you, if death is the only option, would you not select life, any life over death." "There are worse things than death." "No that is where you are wrong, and why your life has been lived the way it has been lived. You have always been afraid of life, of the things that might cause you embarrassment. We will not cause you harm in the greater sense of the word, and to prove this, we will give you something that we have not give others, just so you can understand the problem with the life you lived." "So I am dead." "The body you once knew. The body you are in right now is dead. You only have fifteen minutes before we can no longer keep you alive." "So you will change my body?" "Not as you understand. We have a way of doing things. We have a procedure that makes it easy for people to grapple with. We tried to be completely honest with people to begin with, but it failed. People simply couldn't comprehend what was happening. They died." "So I have to chose between life and death." "It is the decision you should have made a long time ago. Now it is your last chance." "I chose life." And then it happened. The walls fell, the ceiling lifted, and there was darkness. Out of that darkness, in a lightning fashion, came black tubes as if they were octopus arms shooting towards me. The first hit me in the face, pushing my mouth apart and going in and down my throat. The others came quickly behind it, finding every oriphus of my body. The sensations were there, but there as no pain. My nose was plugged with tubes, but ears, my anus and penis hole were invaded. Two attached to my nipples and then I was lifted by something. Suddenly I was submerged in liquid and quickly found myself in another close space. Through the confusion of black tubes, I could see that I was being locked in a pill style container, shut in completely. The fluid completely filled the space around me, and while I should have been fighting for breath, I did not feel the need. "This will be our last contact for a while. You will be left to figure things out for yourself, as you should have done a long time ago. The life we will place you in is one that was in the same state you were in. We are simply placing you in their place. No one will know the wiser. Do with the life you are given as you wish. Remember, there is no right, not wrong. There is only life. There is no morality or God. There is only us. You do not need to please anyone or live your life for anyone other than yourself. Remember it is not what you look like or what you happened to be. Your situation in life does not determine who you are or what you have to do or become. Live." I could not respond. The liquid heated up, and for a moment I thought was starting to boil. I panicked. Quickly the other changes started to occur. The tubes stiffened as it seemed something was flowing through them into me. I tasted something. Heat filled my body. I knew I was changing. I felt suction on my chest. I felt the probe in my penis push into me. The tube in my ass pushed deeper and felt like it was pushing my apart. I was not in pain, but the discomfort was startling. I slowly drifted of into a sleep. When I opened my eyes, I was in a bed in a strange room. I couldn't really make anything out in the darkness, but I knew things were different. I was motionless, but could feel that everything was different. I felt a weight on my chest and thought I was still being changed, that something was on me, but then as I lifted up and the weight shifted, I realized, somewhere inside what had happened. I threw my legs over the side of the single bed and knew something was very different. The lights were out, but somehow I knew where to walk. I made my way around a dresser against the wall, and flicked on the light. I almost screamed. I was in the room of a teenager. There were posters on the walls of boys that somehow I knew, male models I had a faint recollection of, and bands that I could somehow place in my mind. Pink was everywhere. A clich? obviously, but it seems that's the life I was now living. The big shock was me. I could feel it, and half see it. I had felt myself moving as I walked, but I tried to shut it out of my mind at the moment, but now, standing in the middle of this strange room looking around, it was impossible to ignore. I was wearing a pink and white stripped silk pajama outfit, but the swells were hard to ignore. I looked down, and couldn't see my feet. As if to check, I swayed my upper body back and forth, and with the movement my chest swayed. As I moved the other way, the weight of my breasts kept going and then pulled back with the change in direction. The weight was amazing. I moved towards the closet beside the bed where I instinctively knew there was a mirror. I opened the folding door and then before me stood my new body. I must have stood about 5'4". I had brown hair about the length of my shoulders, and although I wasn't a knock out, I was attractive. I wasn't skinny, but wasn't fat by any means, but definitely what stood out were these breasts. I sat there for a second embarrassed. I wanted to see all of me, but felt like I was a pedaphile for a minute. I ran to the door and locked it and learned my first real lesson as a woman. Do not run with these. They jumped all over the place with my sudden movement. Once the door was locked I turned back to the closet and before I could get there I was unbuttoning my top. When I got to the mirror the last button was undone and my top was thrown to the bed. I stood in front of the mirror and stared. As a man I was drooling. As a man I suddenly panicked that these were mine. They hung on my chest as if they were two large melons. I had no frame of reference. I had never seen breasts that big in person. I had seen porn before, but usually they were fake when they were this big, but as I lifted them and pushed on them, I knew they were real. I turned to the side and saw my profile. They sagged a bit, but for their size, it was amazing how firm they were and how high they sat on my chest. They were amazing. My nipples stood at attention, large and sticking out a good half inch. They sat in the middle of large areolas, at least 2-3 inches wide. I lifted them again, pushed them together to form cleavage, and then released them. They slapped against me as they fell. Second lesson about having breasts: do not let them drop. I looked back in the mirror at the rest of my body. I didn't have a belly, but it wasn't flat either. I didn't have rolls, but there was some extra padding. The elastic band of my pants pushed into my skin causing a pooch above the waist line, but not so much that it looked like a roll. In short, I had a few extra pounds, but was still firm enough. I quickly pulled down my pants. I found that I had a pair of hello kitty panties with the cat on the front of the panties. My legs were smooth and clean, without cellulite but not muscular either. I studied my thighs, my calves, my feet. When I pulled down my panties I saw my pussy. I had large lips, completely bald, and the most startling of all. I missed my penis between my legs and without my panties on, the absence was what I noticed most. I didn't spend long on my vagina. It was a bit too much, but when I stepped back and saw myself in all its glory, I saw that I was an attractive young lady, not a knock out by any means, a girl that would probably blend into the crowd if it wasn't for those huge boobs. Lust flooded my body, and I felt as if I should have a hard on looking at the girl in the mirror. Images went through my mind of the things I wanted to do to her, but then the realization that it was me completely depleted any sexual urges I had. I looked at the clock and it was 6:00am. I could hear stirring in the hallway. There was a slight knock at the door. "Sara? You awake?" I utted a "yes." The first time I heard my voice. I know it wasn't what I really sounded like, but it sounded dainty and soft. I grabbed a robe out of the closet and put it on. I tied it tight and opened the door to my new life. It was like I knew where to go, what to do. When I got into the kitchen I knew that the guy sitting at the table was my little brother, that the man pouring cereal was my father, and that the woman coming in behind me was my mom. I sat down at the table and looked around. They looked happy. They looked like a family. My dad put his cereal in front of me and told me to eat, "You need something to hold you over baby. I know you are on this whole diet crazy, but you are beautiful. Cereal would do ya good." I wasn't resisting. I was about as hungry as you could possibly be. I ate like I had not eaten in years, and everyone noticed. The laughed at me, and we joked. When I was done, I looked at my mother a good long while. She was older, much older than I would have thought for someone my age (I was guessing I was 16 or so). She had to have been in her mid- fifties, but she was very attractive. She had a similar body to mine, buxom and curvy, but had even less extra weight than I did. She moved with grace and had an air about her that was regal, and for the first time in a very long time a wave of peace and happiness came over me. These people were my family. They loved me. "Hey, Sara, snap out of it girl." It was my mom. "Go get ready for school, and I will take you. Sorry about your car, but it will be ok. Your dad will get it take care of today." "Ok. What should I wear?" I was asking because I had no clue. "We are in a bit of a hurry. Just pull your hair back and put on that cute jean skirt you just bought. Take a shower and I'll get it out of the laundry." I found the bathroom and took a shower. I made sure to not get my hair wet as I knew that would cause a huge delay. It was different washing my female body. I had to lift my breasts to wash, and washing between my legs was very different because there was nothing there. I sat there in the water and was amazed that I had not broken down. I was a woman, no scratch that, a girl. I had breasts, shit, I was in high school again. I got out and dried off. Drying off was possibly the biggest turn on I had reached so far. I was moving my body around, and my body responded. But I didn't have time for that. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to leave the bathroom, but then looked in the mirror and laughed. There would definitely be some changes that I would have to get use to. I wasn't sure how I would forget about my new breasts, but even after a short time, they just seemed to be part of me. I moved the towel up so it covered my breasts, barely covering my lower half, and walked across the hall. I ran into dad in the hall way, and he shook his head. "Girl, you gotta remember your not 10 anymore. Cover up." He laughed as he passed me and made his way to his bedroom. I thought long and hard about it. If I had seen me walking half naked it would have been hard to do anything but stare. It seems I had gotten into a good, decent family. I got in the bedroom and saw the skirt laid out on the bed. I picked it up and remembered I had to put other things on. I opened up the drawers one at a time and finally found panties. Strange, very strange. I grabbed a pair and it seemed like there was nothing there. I dropped them and picked up another. Again, nothing there. I picked up a black pair and pulled them out. I straightened them out and figured out how they worked. I stepped through the leg holes and pulled them up. I got them in place and noticed how my vagina felt snug and soft against the fabric. I was amazed that the thong going up my crack didn't provide as much discomfort as I thought it would. Then the big chore came. I found the drawer with my bras in it, and pulled a black bra out that kind of matched the thong I had on. I wasn't sure if it really mattered (I wasn't planning on anyone seeing it), but I know it had always been a turn on for me to have the same color on a woman. I found the arm holes and put my arms through them, then crossing my arms, I pulled the cups under my breasts and tried to get each boob in the cup. It was a struggle to get them to stay. Each time I got on in the bra would fall and they would fall out. Then I realized that it would be easier if the band was put together first. I pulled out of the arm holes and let it drop, then pulled it around so the hooks were in front. As I was snapping I saw the size, and even though I had been wearing the damn things for hours, it still shocked me. I had heard of women wearing a 38 before, but a 38H, damn. I couldn't get over it, but I didn't have time. Once hooked, I rotated it around, pulled it up and got my arms in. I figured out how to adjust them in the cups, and then I looked at myself in the mirror. I was so freaking hot it was crazy. The bra pushed up my boobs to give me some serious cleavage, and it made me have curves I would have only dreamed of. Maybe I had a little belly now that my breast were lifted and contained, but it didn't matter to me. I was hot stuff. I had no idea why this girl would have hated herself so much. I stepped into the skirt and then searched my closet for a top, finding a long sleeve shirt that would cover my boobs. I loved the way I looked, but wasn't exactly ready to be seen in a sexual way. I looked at the result and would have to get over that. No matter what I put on, I think my boobs would shine through. I found a pair of gold flats that were closest to the door and slipped them on. I left my room and followed mom to the car. We talked about random things, every topic bringing some recollection, but nothing really fully finding a place. When we got to school, I got out and again instinctively found my locker, opened it, got books out and walked into a classroom and sat down. I learned then that a part of her memory was in me. Had to be. When I saw someone it was like clips of them came surging back, and information about them became available. I was obviously not friends with many people, because very few people brought many memories back. I went from class to class barely having to make an effort. It was all easy, common knowledge stuff for me. In my math class, when I raised my hand and answered a question I heard someone make a noise behind me. The same thing happened in my English class. By the time I got to my civics class, I was waiting for it. When lunch came around, I got some food and sat down at a table by myself. I looked around and tried to find someone that brought something back to my mind. I scanned the room and a group of guys caught my eye at a table across the room. When my eye caught one of them a memory surged into my head and I tried to shut it out. It was painful. The one guy raised his hand and motioned it into his mouth and pushed his cheek aside with his tongue, giving the age-old signal for a blow job. They all looked at me. Five of them. I recognized all of them. I saw myself blowing all of them. Then a guy walked past me and called me a bitch, and I suddenly remembered the car accident. I remembered I was sucking him when we got in an accident. I suddenly felt a wave of shame wash over me and knew that everyone in school must have known and those were the sounds I heard earlier in the day. I looked straight at my food, and then four guys and two girls sat at my table. "Sara. Hey. I've heard some fucked up shit about this weekend." "What did you hear?" We all talked for a while. They told me what they heard and I almost started crying. I knew it was true. I had blown five guys Saturday night and then was blowing a sixth when we got in a car accident. I couldn't imagine it. Not just because I was a man in a young woman's body, but just because the idea of it was unheard of. I left the cafeteria and took out my cell phone. I called my mom and told her I had to go home. She told me that she couldn't come get me that she wouldn't be home till late and that my father had left to go out of town. One of the guys from the table, Steve, came out and stood next to me. He was the typical nerdy guy. Nice and somewhat attractive, but he lived in a world outside the popular crowd. I knew from my memory somewhere that we had been friends a while, that he and the others at the table had stuck by me throughout all the struggles I had gone through. I knew then that I had always wanted to be part of the in crowd and that I had taken advantage of their friendship. I saw clearly that I had been taken advantage of, that the guys never would let me be popular but saw a young girl dying for attention, but I searched my memory and knew that I would have never given in and done those things on my own. The girl that once had this body wasn't a slut, she needed attention, and a group blow wasn't in those cards. Steve offered to cut class and take me home. He could see in my face that there was no solving the heartache I was going through. We didn't talk on the ride to my house, but the more I thought about the whole thing, the more it stopped bothering me. That was her, not me. This body might have done it, but even if I had, its not like it is a big deal. It happens and its over. Plus the idea of it was kind of a turn on. It was confusing, because as we were driving most of the time I was trying to figure out if it was a turn on to see it or actually do it, and that's when I started realizing that not only her memories were affecting me. I was feeling like she would feel. When we got there, he said he would see me at school the next day. "Wait. You can't go back to school now." I wanted to pick his brain about who I was and what else he knew about me. I wanted to know the girl I had taken over. He looked at me with some doubt, and for the first time as a woman, I used what I had. I had already stepped out of the car and he had lowered the window to talk to me. I leaned into the car and rested my boobs on the inside of the car, and then pulled back a bit to push them up and show a big ridge of cleavage. I saw him look at my chest. He stared and looked at me in the eyes. "Ok I'll come in." I was amazed at the power of being a woman. I could tell he was uncomfortable. I could tell that he was starring at me at times I wasn't looking. "So tell me what happened." We had been sitting there for a while without saying anything and this was obviously the first thing he thought of to say. "Honestly Steve, I don't know. I don't remember anything." I was totally honest. "I remember going to the party" (totally true) "and then having drinks. After that it was all a blur." The only think I really remember was the accident. Its all hazy. I kinda remember doing things, but not really as a person doing it, just a hazy foggy memory. Ya know?" "But you did it." "I guess, but I don't remember it." "You don't remember blowing those guys?" I could tell he was a bit pissed. "Why are you mad?" "Because of what you did, I mean how could you?" "I don't remember it. Really. Do you really think I would do something like that if I had control of myself?" "Your saying you were drugged?" "I don't know, but how else can it be explained?" I was going to work the drugged angle. I really didn't think that anyone could do something like that without being drugged. "I mean I couldn't see how anyone would do that, especially you." "What do you mean? Give a blow job?" "Not just one. All of them. Those guys." "I know. I don't want to think about it. The whole thing is horrible. At least if I remembered it I could process the whole thing." "Lets not talk about it." We went to the kitchen and I asked if he wanted something to eat. He laughed, said no, and then following a minute of silence, he said, "how about a drink?" I had no idea where it could be in the house, but I searched the cupboards and eventually found it. "How about some vodka and OJ?" He nodded. I pulled out the glasses and poured what I would have poured when I was a man. I pulled the glasses over and pour the OJ, then pulled out the freezer drawer, bent over (forgot I was a girl at the time, not to mention that I had a skirt on), and got some ice. I stirred the drinks and turned and gave it to him at the table. "Cold in that freezer huh?" He laughed. I looked down and saw that my nipples were hard as a rock. "You guys love the boobs don't ya?" "Well you got some pretty great ones." He smiled, drank some of his drink, a big gulp, without breaking eye contact with my breasts. "Do I really?" "Dear god Sara. You know you do. You have the biggest tits in school, and you are hot as hell." I smiled at him and had a drink. We sat there in silence as 16 year olds do when the sexual tension got too high, then I started to feel uncomfortable. Not from the moment, but from the bra. I wasn't use to wearing one and him drawing attention to it made me aware of it in a way I hadn't been before. "Ok, so I know this is going to be weird, and I don't want you to take it the wrong way, ubt I have to take this thing off. But really, I can't take any more drama at school. You can't say a thing." He nodded. I struggled with getting the damn thing unsnapped, and frustrated I turned to him. "Hey help me get this thing unhooked. I think I'm feeling the alcohol." I was covering the fact of my ignorance with the drinks, which I know he took all the wrong way. I hadn't thought he was thinking anything other than getting drunk with me, until that moment. I turned to him and raised my shirt, and he used his fingers to undo the hook. When he undid it, he drug his hands down my back to the top of my skirt slowly, and that was the first time I felt the electricity shoot through my body. The touch of his fingers sent goose bumps down my spin and up my chest. I felt myself getting turned on. I stepped away from him and sitting down, I tired to pull my arms into my shirt, but failed. "Give me a sec and let me change." He nodded and stood to get himself another drink. I went up stairs and tore my shirt off. I threw it on the bed and searched my drawers. I threw on a tank top without thinking and ran down stairs. Lesson three: don't go down stairs without a bra. I almost ran into the kitchen and found him taking shots. He sat down and looked at me with a smile. "You put that on just for me didn't you." "What do you mean?" I took a sip. "Your boobs are amazing." I cupped them, raised them, and then dropped them, laughed, and then drank. "See, you know what your doing with those things." I laughed. "Yup. And it works. Are you telling me that something as simple as boobs gets you totally crazy?" "Sara, we are talking about your boobs. They are monumental. Every guy in school wants to see your boobs." "Are you shitting me?" "I'm totally serious. Guys like talk about it all the time. You have like the biggest boobs in school and you aren't like fat or anything, despite what you say everyday. Your hot stuff really." "Your sweet, but how many girls boobs have you seen?" He was quiet. I could tell I had stumbled upon a rough subject. "Well its hard to miss boobs. You see them no matter what women wear, and yours are huge even when you try to cover them up. I notice." "So your saying that you stare at my boobs?" I raised them with my hands. He went silent and looked away. "Steve, hey, really, its ok. We are friends. Its ok if you look at my boobs." "So for the record, your saying because we are friends, your boobs are not off limits?" "Well what did you have in mind there big boy?" We both started laughing. He stood to make another drink, and I asked him to make one for me, and by the time we got done with those, I was pretty tipsy. I followed him downstairs, but when we went down stairs, he went backwards. "Turn around fool. You don't want to break your neck. They will bounce on their own once we get down there." "But they look so good shifting on their own now." We both laughed again and he turned around and plopped down on the sofa. He grabbed the remote and turned it on. I sat down beside him and tried to watch with him, but I was already drunk and I knew it. "So what is it about boobs that guys like so much?" He turned and looked at me. "I don't know. They are sexy as hell, and I guess we just imagine them moving, how soft they are, everything. Boobs are just amazing." "Well I'm glad I got it going for me." "So how big are they." This was a serious question. "This big." I lifted them and giggled them around and then laughed. He starred and I know it made him feel a bit uncomfortable. "No really, how big?" "According to my bra, I'm a 38h." "Holy fucking hell. I didn't know they made bras that big." "Have you seen boobs before Steve, really?" He paused, and then looked at me. "No. I haven't even kissed a girl before." I didn't wait or think about it. I leaned over and kissed him. He was shocked at first, and then he took control. His tongue probed my mouth and his arm reached around me. I felt like he was intentionally avoiding my boobs, so I reached behind me and grabbed his hand, pulled it around and put it on my chest. We were both seated on the couch with our bodies turned toward each other, but both our legs were still facing the TV. After putting his hand on my chest, I leaned into him and put my hand on his thigh, bracing myself against him and giving him full access to see how far he would go. He grabbed my left tit with force, squeezed it almost too hard and forced it up. The relief of weight was immediately apparent, but I was caught up in the kiss. When we finally broke our kiss, I leaned back and his hand left my boob. We didn't say anything for a second, and then he looked at me, "I didn't mean to get a sympathy kiss." "It wasn't sympathy. Your hot stuff, and you're a friend." "So friends go around kissing and stuff." "If your in need." "So if I'm in need to get laid, would you just spread your legs?" "Well no. I'm a virgin." "But friends suck their friends off?" He said with a tone." "If their friends are quiet about it. But friends also eat their friends out." He smiled at me, and looked away. "Whats wrong? Did I embarrass you?" He looked back at me, "No not at all. Just trying to figure out what going on here." "This is what's going on here." I stood up and lifted my shirt over my head. My boobs raised as I lifted the tank top over my head, but fell again as I lowered my arms. I stood right in front of him, leaned over and grabbed his arms, and placed them on my boobs. I forced his hands to squeeze them and push them in and up on me. I could feel myself getting more and more turned on, and there was no stopping what was happening. He released them and let them drop, studied them, and then grabbed them again. He rubbed them and found my nipples, and then letting the weight of them settle on me, he circled my nipples. He let them rest in his palm and lifted them, and with all the feeling, I could do little else than close my eyes and let my head fall back. He made circles with my breasts, squeezed them, and then went back to my nipples. I loved the way his hands felt on my breasts, the way his fingers' hardened skin made pathways on the creases under my tits and the way the weight lifted as he lifted them. I suddenly came back to life, and watched him as he played with my boobs. There was no way he could get enough, but soon enough he worked up enough courage to pull himself close enough to put one of my nipples in his mouth. The feeling was amazing. It was cold and wet at first, and my nipples got hard as a rock, but with the feeling, heat flooded my chest. I felt the heat rise in my panties and I felt the wetness grow, and eventually it was like an itch that needed me to move, needed to be scratched. I grabbed one of his hands and placed it between my legs, and forced him to push hard on my opening. I could barely stand with his movement. The combination of him rubbing me and sucking on my nipples was amazing and pushed any resistance aside I had with being a male in a woman's body. I couldn't take it anymore. I went to my knees and pulled my tits away from him. I could tell he was hard, and from what I saw, I was in for a treat. I pushed his legs apart and unzipped him. I reached in his boxers, and with some effort, pulled out his cock. I had never in my life touched a cock, let alone die rather than not get a cock in my mouth, but at that moment, that is all I wanted to do. He was long and thick, much longer and thicker than I was as a man, and as I put him in my mouth, he moaned and leaned back on the couch. I felt his length fill my mouth as I moved down on him, come to rest against the back of my throat, and then felt his head rake against my tongue as I pulled off him. After a few times of taking him as far as I could, I had to get him out of his pants. I pulled off him and tugged at his pants, and he must have known what I wanted because he raised up and let me pull them to the floor. Freshly naked, I grabbed his hard cock in my hand and studied how big he was, but I didn't study long. The cock called for me, and I answered. I dove back on it and got it in my mouth, pushed down on it till it hit my throat and then tried to push harder. It popped past the back of my throat and I thought I would throw up, so I pulled back off his dick. I was out of breath, but I dove back down on him. I knew he couldn't last. I knew he couldn't with the pace I was going. I felt him swell, and as I was pulling back on his cock, he exploded. I felt the first shot coat my tongue and hit the back of my throat, but I continued to suck hard on him and move down. He shot a second and third shot. My mouth wasn't full, but I swallowed and felt the thickness slide down my throat. As I swallowed, he oozed more. I slowed my movement on his cock to a slow tracing of his cock with my lips. I tasted him in my mouth, kept a small pool in my mouth and continued to taste that on the fleshy hardness in my mouth. I continued to move on him thinking that he would soften, but he grabbed the back of my head not to remove me or push me, but with slight force he clearly urged me to continue with greater speed. I didn't want anything more in my life. I didn't want to let him loose from my mouth. I can't explain the feeling. I loved the eroticism of it, the feel, the taste, but not just because the immediate sense was a huge turn on in and of itself. Together they made a moment where I knew I was providing ultimate pleasure. I loved the feel of completely submitting to the moment and almost stuck in the act. I started taking his dick in my mouth like I was making love to it. I rotated on it and licked with my tongue. I finally swallowed his cum, and took the head of his cock in my mouth and just moved back and forth on the soft skin forming the ridge of his beautiful dick. I took deep breaths and smelled his essence. I pushed further in my mouth and with the added wetness, I seemed to get him further in my mouth, but I didn't have more time. He started to cum once again, this time much less and without the force, but I felt the surge of flavor in my mouth. I continued to suck until I knew there was no more coming from him and then pulled off him. I looked him in the eyes, and I knew he was completely taken. I got up and sat next to him. We were both completely out of breath, both leaning against the back cushions. My tits stopped moving after a second still on the couch, something I had not yet gotten use to. I was still enamored with their constant movement with even the slightest movement of my body. I loved the way the weight transfer pulled at me, but at that moment, still, I felt more alive than I ever had before. I looked at him, and him at me, and we smiled. "Can I do something for you?" "No I'm totally great." I was all smiles. Fully Content. "No I mean do you want me to like, go down there like you did for me?" "Oh, you mean eat me out?" "Well yeah." "No, I'm really fine right here. That was amazing." "Really? You fine just going down on me?" "Well yeah, that was so awesome. Just want to sit here and enjoy the moment." I think he knew not to disturb it any longer. He sat still for a minute but then turned back toward me, no doubt being the result of a pep talk and encouragement in his head. He gently placed his hand on my chest just under my chin and slowly rubbed my body. It wasn't sexual as much as caring, a caressing that I found exhilarating. With his hand he explored my every inch, leaving my crotch, but finding my thighs inside and out. He didn't push for anything more, but it was enough. That continued for a few minutes, and then I turned and smiled at him. I reached over and kissed him, and then stood in front of him. "So do you need to leave or do you want to hang out. My parents wont be home for a while, and it would be nice to have you here." "I'm not going anywhere." By this time, we were getting dressed. I quickly pulled my tank top on, and after he pulled his boxers up, he was trying to pull on his jeans when I stopped him. "How bout just the boxers? Is that ok?" He didn't answer. He stepped out of them and placed them over the chair. "Thanks. I need a drink." And without asking for him to join me, I walked up the few stairs to the kitchen. We sat in the kitchen talking about useless things, people at school, teachers, and I learned more about me, but I knew it would come back to what had happened. "So how was that compared to those other guys?" "You mean the sucking you?" "Yeah. Wait, is that horrible to ask?" "No its fine. Remember we can talk about anything. Well honestly that was my first time. I told you, I don't remember do that with them. I don't want you thinking that just because I did that with you that I'm like this total suck slut." "So you didn't mind it?" "Mind it? That was amazing." "So you actually liked it then." "Fuck yeah. That was hot as shit." "But was it like nasty?" "No it was very erotic, a huge turn on." "But like the, you know, the cum." "Oh, you mean was your cum nasty? Nah, (I laughed a bit), I thought that maybe it would be gross, but it really was kinda awesome too." "Well whats it like?" "What the cum?" "Yeah, but like the whole thing." We both took a second to take a drink. "Well the feeling is crazy. Its like hard, but soft. It is so much bigger in your mouth. The feeling of it moving is awesome, and eve though I thought it might be gross, when you shot it was just, I don't know, so great." "I don't know what to say. I don't know if it was hotter because you did it or now because you liked it." "My pleasure." We laughed. "But hey, this doesn't leave this house right? No one knows about this, not because of you, just because it seems everyone already thinks I'm a total whore." "Well your not a total whore." We looked at each other and laughed again. It was all playful banter. I pushed him away from the counter and slapped his dick through his boxers in a playful way. "Don't get sassy on me there Mr." "Or what, you might have to punish me?" "Something like that." I made my drink with my back turned to him and smiled at the play. "Well in that case..." he moved against my back, "I guess you should know that I will only tell a few of the guys at the lunch table." As he was saying it, he reached around my sides and cupped my breasts. I put my drink down. I was suddenly taken by his aggressiveness. I knew he could do anything at that moment and I wouldn't say no. He pushed his waist against my ass and I could feel his hard cock in his boxers. I couldn't say anything. "And you know, its you that should be punished for thinking that I would just tell everyone." I turned around and found his mouth and we kissed. With skill I didn't know he had, he unbuttoned my skirt and pushed my skirt off, pushed my thong down enough for his foot to find it, and with force, he pushed me around so I was facing away from him. In one motion, he released his dick from his boxers and tried to find my opening. I wanted it, even though I knew this was my virginity he was taking at the kitchen counter. I had fucked women like this, and knew that it would be virtually impossible for me to do it standing up, so I pushed back against him to get him to back up. I bent forward as I was pushing back with my ass, and without meaning to, pushed him into my opening. With the force I pushed back, he entered me quickly and with my wetness found himself pushed all the way to his base. The feeling of him filling me sudden and overwhelming and with the first penetration I let out a yell and was overtaken by the pain in my crotch. I reached down to try and stop the pain, to get a handle on what was hurting so much, but when my hand found my pussy, all I felt were his balls resting firmly against my clit. He didn't dare move after my scream, and as we sat there still, I could feel out heartbeats in my pussy. I can't imagine how tight I was for him, but I had fucked some asses in my day and knew it had to be that tight or worse. When the pain went away, the pleasure of the whole feeling started to wash over me. He started moving slowly at first, but as he picked up the pace, I pushed back further to brace myself on the edge of the counter and lowered my head to raise my ass and try and watch him fuck me. My tits swayed with greater speed and force once he started to really fuck me, and although I knew I wasn't going to cum, the pleasure of the whole undertaking was something I had never experienced. He didn't last long, fucked me for about five solid minutes and then I felt him tighten and release in me. I couldn't really feel his cum, but I felt an increased thickness and knew that had to be due to the two loads I held in my stomach. He stayed in me and I could feel his heart beat and his heaving, crying out for oxygen. I wasn't sure if it was the passion or it was the physical movement. I put my head on the arms to gain my composure and for a bit just stayed there concentrating on the feeling of someone inside my body. He was losing his hardness, and the wetness of my pussy certainly lessened the feel, but with all that it was amazing. He slide out of me and I felt his cum leave shortly after. It was like a thick liquid, and I let it run out of me as I turned to him and looked at his dick. It was semi hard and red, making me think for the first time about his taking of my virginity. I pressed my body against his, our sweat causing my breasts to slip to his sides. I looked up and he kissed me in between his deep breaths. "I know that wasn't the like perfect moment for your first time." "Shut up, that was amazing. Let's go up and clean up. You gotta take care of that bloody thing." We showered together with little more than a playful touch, leaving all sexual games in the past or for future enjoyment, dried ourselves, and went out separate ways. There was no mention of what we have done, where we might take it, or a hint of judgment. There was no kiss goodbye or a promise for tomorrow. It was what it was, and I think we both felt strange about the breach in our relationship as lunch-room friends. I didn't wait for my mother to get home. I went to my room, and with no clothes laid in my bed, thought long and hard about what it meant for all this to be mine, about how I was no longer the "I" I once knew. The strangeness of it all was finally hitting me, and as I fell asleep, I thought about the funeral I would have had for myself, for the man I use to be.