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Chapter Sixteen - A Key Moment By the time we arrived at Grace's apartment, it was dark. Grace asked if I wanted to spend the night and, of course, I did. She was tired from our late night the evening before, so she suggested we get ready for bed and turn in early. That was fine by me. We each entered her bedroom and began undressing. Just as I was hanging the dress I wore back up, Grace approached me and handed me a nightgown to wear. I'd reached the point where I pretty much expected to sleep en femme when at Grace's. I took the sheer white gown and slipped it over my head, my breast forms still clinging firmly to my chest. Grace assured me it wouldn't take long to remove them the next morning before I left for work. Grace was wearing a red, see through negligee, her firm full breasts poking prominently forward. We crawled into bed together and snuggled closely. Grace moved her face close to mine and kissed me softly on my lips. "My pretty hubby to be," she cooed. "I love you Danni," she smiled sweetly. I melted at her words, as always. "I love you too Grace. More than you'll ever know." She giggled, as she grabbed onto my hardening penis. "Then you'll just have to show me I guess," she teased as she pulled me closer, directing my penis between her thighs. She wanted me to fuck her! I immediately became even more excited. Grace rolled onto her back as she pulled me on top of her. Still holding me, she slipped me between the wet folds of her pussy. I slid all of the way in, drawing a gentle sigh from Grace. I began to move in her, but she stopped me. "Just stay there baby. Don't move. Let me feel you in me." I tried to do as she asked. It was difficult though. She felt so good wrapped around my rock hard penis. I was throbbing from the excitement that she wanted me to fuck her. I had to fight against having an orgasm too soon. I wanted desperately to give Grace what she wanted. 'Mmmmmm," she moaned softly. "That feels good baby. Just having a little something inside of me, not stretching me so much. It's nice," she said, as if complimenting me. In truth, it had the opposite effect upon me. It was 'nice' to not be 'stretched.' Just a 'little something?' She liked that? That's what I did for her? Fuck! That was not what I aimed for. Suddenly, I felt myself begin to shrink. Grace must have felt me reducing in size also. "No!" she exclaimed. "Don't Danni! Not yet! I want you to fuck me!" she encouraged me. I tried to keep my erection and to fuck her as she demanded. I pulled out a little and drove back in. Grace barely responded. I began bucking in and out of her furiously. Before I knew it, I was able to regain my erection and within seconds I was ejaculating inside of her. Grace encouraged me as I did so. "Yes baby! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes! Fill me with cream! Give it to me! Oh Danni!" she cried out. "I love being filled with hot sperm! It feels so good! Thank you baby!" she groaned gratefully. Although I wasn't entirely convinced that I'd completely satisfied her, I was relieved that she was, at least, pretending to be satisfied. My penis was now spent - shrunken and shriveled, and just barely inside of Grace's pussy. She held me close and kissed me. "Thanks baby," she whispered. "That was nice." 'Nice.' That was it. 'Nice.'. "Are you su, sure," I asked, unconvinced that I'd really satisfied her. "Is th, there anything else I can do for you?" I asked. She smiled in return. "It's okay baby. That was good," she replied. But I didn't believe her. Without her asking, I decided that I needed to do something. I was certain she did not have an orgasm. I slid down her chest, dipping my head between her thighs. I softly kissed her muff, strands of my semen entangled within her pubes. Acceptingly, Grace widened her thighs, providing me easier access, in addition to wordlessly letting me know that she welcomed, despite her earlier denial, what I was about to do for her. I stuck my tongue out and licked a long, slow stroke up her slit, covering my tongue with a full coating of my sperm. Grace pressed her pelvis toward me, silently urging me to go deeper. I opened my mouth and covered her excited snatch, slid my tongue deep within her, and then sucked a generous mouthful of my cream out of her. Grace moaned and groaned her approval. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Yes Danni! You're a good girl! So good! God yes!" she screamed as I brought her to her first orgasm. I continued to suck and lick her pussy as she held my face tightly to her crotch with both hands. Grace must have ended up having three or four orgasms before I was done. Or, that is, before she let me go. When she did, she pulled me back to her chest and hugged me. "I love you so much Danni," she told me. "I've never had such an unselfish lover. You always give me what you can. I love that about you." 'Give her what I can?' What does that mean? I can't fuck her properly? So it's good that I can lick her pussy well? Damn it! I wanted to do more! I was determined that I was going to improve. She held me in her arms until, eventually, I could feel her drift off to sleep. It took me a while longer before I was able to fall to sleep. But, finally, sleep did come. When I awoke the next morning, Grace was already up and about. I could hear noise in the kitchen. I clambered out of bed and wandered out there. Grace was already dressed for work. I approached her, still in my gown. She heard me coming and turned toward me. She smiled lovingly and said, "Good morning sweetie. My, my - don't you look yummy," she said lustfully. I walked over to her and let her take me into her arms. We hugged, our breasts pressing firmly against each other. "You were really out this morning," she said. "I guess I was," I agreed. "Are you leaving already?" I asked. "Yeah! I've got a few things to get done today so that I can meet Mandy to go shopping for a wedding dress this afternoon." "Oh yeah," I said, remembering the previous day's discussion. Continuing, I asked, "So, can you help me with these?" I asked, referring to my breasts. "Are you sure?" she asked. I looked at her, confusion on my face. "What do you mean?" Smiling devilishly, she said, "I don't know, I wasn't sure if maybe you didn't want to keep them on for a few more days." She had to be kidding. I was about to protest when she interrupted, "I'm just teasing baby. Of course I'll help you. Go lay down on the bed. I'll get the removal lotion." Thrown by her teasing, I turned to obey her directions. I went into her bedroom and lay down, my back on Grace's bed. Momentarily, Grace came in with a spray can in her hand and lifted my gown up to my neck. She shook the can and sprayed around the edges of the breast forms. She then worked the edges loose and sprayed more underneath each of the forms. "There," she said. "It'll take a few minutes for that to seep into the center. Then they'll come off easily. Be sure to wash the backs when you're done. I have to run now, so I'm going to leave you here. I've already picked out something for you to wear today. Okay sweetie?" she said as she leaned over me to kiss me goodbye. I was disappointed that she had to leave so soon. But I just kissed her back and said goodbye. I heard the elevator door open and close, while I lay alone on Grace's bed, waiting for the glue to dissolve so that I could shed my boobs before dressing for work. As I lay there on Grace's bed, waiting for the solvent to do its work, it struck me how strange it was that I literally had spent nearly the entire weekend with large, false breasts attached to my chest. They'd almost come to feel a part of me. I jiggled them to see if they were getting loose. Not quite. My cock twitched though. When the falsies were massaged I could actually feel the sensation in my chest and that triggered a reaction in my penis. After a few minutes they loosened up enough for me to remove them. Realizing it was getting late, I needed to hurry to get dressed for work. When I stood, the feeling of not having breasts felt almost as weird to me as the usual sensation I experienced when I added breast forms to my bra cups. I carried the forms to the bathroom and rinsed them with warm water, ensuring that all residue of glue was removed. I then gently dried them and returned them to the drawer in the guest room where I normally kept them. After showering, I went to Grace's closet to retrieve my suit. It was then that I saw what Grace intended for me to wear under my suit today. Hanging right next to my suit was a black merry-widow trimmed in red lace. Garters hung from the bottom to which I was going to be attaching a pair of red silk stockings. There was a matching pair of bikini panties to wear over the garter straps. Finally, as if this was what I'd rely upon to conceal the sexy garment beneath my shirt, was a white slip. I couldn't believe Grace expected me to wear this lingerie. Thank goodness I was going to be wearing a heavy blue oxford cloth dress shirt. I was most definitely not going to remove my suit coat today. Once I was dressed, I headed out to go to work. The garter straps tugged firmly on my stockings as I walked. I was going to be completely aware of my undergarments all day. I was especially worried about my stockings being seen. I hated that Grace would not permit me to wear socks over the stockings. I greeted my legal assistant, Nancy, and then entered my office. I saw that she had my files organized neatly upon my desk. As I sat down, Nancy entered with a cup of coffee for me. I was feeling a little distracted because of the lingerie I wore, worried that someone would notice. Nancy stood in front of my desk after setting my coffee down. I looked up and saw her watching me expectantly. "Is everything okay Nancy?" I asked. She smiled. "I received a call from Mandy this morning," she advised. "Really?" I answered, surprise in my voice. Why would Mandy call Nancy? Then it hit me. "Oh! Right! I guess I have an announcement to make. I got engaged this weekend." Nancy was glowing with excitement. "That's fabulous Dan. Congratulations! I'm very happy for you. Ms. Andrews is a beautiful woman. I know you'll be happy. Do you know when the wedding will be yet?" "Er, ah, actually, not exactly. But I have a feeling it will be soon. Grace is pretty anxious, and so I think she may be trying to expedite matters." "Well, it's wonderful news. Would you like me to send out an email to the staff? Announcing it for you?" she asked. I thought about her question for a moment. I'd been so excited this weekend when I asked Grace. I don't think I'd given a thought to the aftermath of such a significant step. I wasn't certain that I wanted that much attention. However, I realized it was inevitable. So, I said, "Sure Nancy. I'd really appreciate that." As she turned to leave, she suddenly turned back around. "Oh, and Dan?" she asked. "Yes Nancy?" "I hope I'm not being too forward, but I really hope you'll consider inviting me to the wedding." I looked at her funny. "Of course you'll be invited Nancy. It was never an issue," I lied, since I really had given no thought about who I'd invite to my wedding. It wasn't long before Nancy had sent out the email announcing that I was engaged to Grace Andrews. I was immediately barraged with a ton of replies congratulating me. A few of the guys who'd either seen or met Grace came back with some semi-lewd comments about how lucky I was to be marrying someone as hot as Grace, and that I'd better keep her happy, or they'd be glad to step in to keep her satisfied. I was offended at their comments, but didn't make an issue of it. As I tried to settle in to attack the files on my desk, I received a text message. It was from Grace. "Don't forget to call your mom and sister to invite them this weekend." I replied, "Thanks for reminding me. I'll call now." I really was kind of nervous about making the call to my mom. I hadn't been staying in touch with her very well lately. A few moments later, I received another text from Grace. "Do you feel pretty?" Crap! Was she going to do this today? I typed a one-word answer, the only one I knew she'd want to hear. "Yes." "I've got a surprise for you tonight," she texted back. "Really?" "I hope you like it. It's kind of a wedding present." "I can't wait." I typed back. "I'm so excited about today Danni. Gonna shop for wedding dresses. Isn't that exciting?" I guess that was a pretty big event for a woman. "Yeah. It is. You'll look beautiful no matter what you wear." "You're so sweet. I love you. See you tonight. Smooch!" "I love you too. Tonight." That was the end of the exchange. I stared at my phone for a few minutes. I decided to call my sister first. Rhonda worked at a travel agency. When I rang her direct line, she picked up right away. "Rhonda Adams," she greeted me. "How may I help you?" "Hi Rhonda. It's Dan," I replied. "Dan! Oh my God! How are you brother?! I haven't heard from you in ages! Mom and I were just talking about you. We were wondering what you were up to. What's going on?" she asked. I was feeling defensive immediately. It had been too long since I'd reached out to my mom and sister. "Well," I began. "That's why I'm calling. To check in and see how you are. And to, ah, to give you some news." "Really?! What news? Have you been made partner? Is everything okay?" "Not partner," I said. "But good news. I'm getting married," I blurted it out. The line went silent on the other end. I couldn't believe my sister was speechless. She was never at a loss for words. "Married?" she finally replied, the tone of incredulousness in her voice palpable. "You're getting married Dan? I didn't even know you had a girlfriend!" Yikes! I couldn't believe I'd gotten myself into this situation. Why had I never mentioned Grace to my sister? I had no immediate answer. The entire relationship had been such a whirlwind, and so strange, that I never shared it with my family. To be honest, I never thought I'd be marrying Grace. I always thought she was out of my league, even when we were seeing each other everyday - that it would all end one day when she tired of playing with me. "I'm sorry Rhonda," I apologized. "I know this must seem kind of sudden. But it has happened pretty fast. I don't know why I never said anything. Please don't be angry with me," I pleaded. When she resumed talking, she softened a bit. "So, this girl, what is her name? Do you love her?" she asked. "Her name is Grace. Grace Andrews. And yes. I love her. I can't tell you how much I love her." "Well then," she continued. "Congratulations! I'm happy for you Dan. When do I get to meet her? Is she pretty?" "She's beautiful," I told her. "And as for meeting, that is part of why I'm calling. I was wondering if you could come to D.C. this weekend and bring mom." "Hmmm," she said, as she seemed to be checking her calendar. "I can do it. I'm pretty sure mom is free. And luckily, this is Tom's weekend with the kids. Have you told mom yet?" Rhonda was recently divorced. Despite a bit of rockiness in her marriage, causing them to finally get divorced, at least she and her former husband were able to keep things civil for their two children. "No. I decided to call you first. Do you think she'll be upset with me. I really am sorry I haven't told you guys about Grace before now. I know it may seem out of left field, but we've been dating a while and it just seemed like one thing led to another and the next thing I know we decided to get married." "Well Dan, she might react like I did, at first. But she'll be okay. Shoot Dan! We love you. All we want is for you to be happy. If this Grace makes you happy, we'll be thrilled. Hey! I have an idea!" she said. "What is that?" "Why don't I conference mom in to our call. That way I'll be on the phone too, and it might make it easier for you." "That's a great idea Rhonda! Thanks. But, before you do, I have one more thing to ask you." "Okay, shoot," she said. "Well, I don't know how you're gonna feel about this. But it would really mean a lot to me. It's a little out of the ordinary. But, well, anyway, how would you like to be my Best Man?" There was silence on the other end again. I knew this was a stupid idea. I'd offended my sister. "Look," I said. "I'm sorry. I know that is stupid. I'll..." "Shut up Dan," Rhonda said, and I could tell then that she was crying. "Are you okay?" I asked. "No. Yes," she answered. "I'm just, so..., I can't tell you, little brother, how much this means to me. Of course I'll be your Best Man. I'll be the best damned Best Man ever. I am totally honored that you would want me to stand up with you." "Oh Rhonda! That's fantastic! Thank you so much!" I replied happily. "And you'll be the prettiest Best Man ever too!" I added laughing. "Wow!" Rhonda exclaimed. "This is turning out to be an amazing morning. You ready to call mom?" I was smiling now. It was great that Rhonda was so excited. "Yeah! Let's do it!" Rhonda dialed mom's number and after a few rings, she picked up. "Hi Rhonda," she greeted my sister pleasantly. "How are you dear?" "I'm great mom. I have someone on the line with us. It's Dan!" "Dannie?" my mom called out her pet name for me, her voice animated with joy. "Are you there son?" "Hi mom," I answered. "How are you?" "I'm fine. How are you, is the question? We haven't heard from you since forever. Your sister and I were just talking about it the other day." "I'm fine. Better than fine even. Mom, I'm getting married," I informed her. "What?! Married? When? Who? I mean, when did this happen?" "I just asked her this weekend mom. Her name is Grace. And she's great! You're going to love her! I was calling to see if you and Rhonda could come to D.C. this weekend to meet her and her mom." "Well I don't see why not. I have to meet my baby's fianc?! Can you go Rhonda?" "Yep! I'll be there. It's Tom's weekend with the kids. So that works out. As soon as we get off of the phone, I'm going to book our flights. And guess what mom?" Rhonda asked her. "What?" "I'm going to be Dan's Best Man!" "You're what? Oh my! That is wonderful news! Dannie! That is the sweetest thing! Asking your big sister. Oh my! This is exciting! Do you have a wedding date yet?" "Well, we're working on that. I think it will be soon though. Grace is anxious. I can't believe how excited she seems be. I really can't wait for you to meet her. We want to take you out to dinner, along with her mom, Friday night." "That sounds wonderful," my mom said. "Will we stay with you Dannie?" "Of course," I replied. "I'll put on clean sheets in the guest room." "Excellent!" my mom said. "I can't wait. Rhonda? Will you let me know what time our flight leaves?" "Sure mom," Rhonda answered. "Well, this is just great Dan. I better get moving though. I want to make sure we can get on a plane. It's a good thing I'm in the business. I'll be in touch," She concluded. "Bye mom," she said. "Bye sweetie. Bye Dannie. See you soon." "Bye mom. Bye Rhonda. I love you guys," I added. "We love you too," my mom replied for each of them. I hung up the phone and breathed a huge sigh of relief. I was so glad that was behind me. And it had gone great! Way better than I had expected. So, I was getting married. And my sister was going to be my Best Man. I settled back in to work, though concentration was difficult. A few people stopped by to congratulate me too, so that made it tough to get much done. I felt awkward wearing my suit coat all day too. I was constantly worried that someone would notice the merry-widow I wore beneath my clothes. Finally, the end of the day came. And although I didn't accomplish everything I'd hoped to, I did at least survive the first day of public disclosure that I was getting married. And my mom and sister seemed happy. All in all, not a bad day. As I drove to Grace's, my mind turned to her and Mandy. I wondered if she'd had any success finding a wedding dress. I wondered what her surprise for me was. When I entered Grace's building, Walter was at the front door. He greeted me and let me know that Grace was still out. I thanked him and got on the elevator. As I entered her apartment, I received a text from Grace. "Sorry I'm late baby. Still trying on dresses. Won't be much longer. Can you fix us some dinner?" I smiled. As if. "Sure thing," I texted back. "Thanks." "You're welcome." "And one more thing baby. Keep the merry-widow on. Accessorize, but keep it on." 'Accessorize.' Grace was funny. I suspected that I knew what she meant. I went to the kitchen first to see what was available to prepare dinner. I found some chicken breasts and broccoli. Okay. I could work with that. Next stop, the bedroom. I entered Grace's closet, took off my suit and hung it up. Next, I went to her dresser and searched through her bras. I found a red and black bra that would go with the merry-widow. I slipped my arms inside the straps and clipped it behind my back. I walked into the guest room, retrieved my breast forms, and tucked them into the bra cups. I returned to Grace's bedroom and went to her vanity. I applied some makeup - not too much - just enough to give my face a more feminine appearance. Next, I settled the red haired wig onto my head and brushed it out. Lastly, I went to her closet to find some heels. On the floor was the perfect pair - some shiny red stiletto heels. I slipped them on my feet and did a twirl. I looked like a girl. What could I say? I was getting good at this transformation process. Then, to add an air of mystery, I put on a sheer white, Georgette cover that was hanging amongst Grace's gown. Nothing was hidden. Merely more mysterious. I then headed back to the kitchen to fix dinner. I was in the middle of finishing up when the elevator door rang. Great! She was home. I hoped she was alone. I'd be so embarrassed if she brought Mandy with her. "Honey! I'm home!" Grace called out from the living room. I smiled. She really did enjoy playing games with me. I decided to humor her. "In the kitchen dear," I shouted in as femmy a voice as I could muster. I continued to move about preparing dinner, like a dutiful wife would do. Grace's heels clicked as she rounded the corner. In a matter of seconds she was right behind me. She pulled me close to her body, her chest pressed to my back, pulled my hair away from my neck, and gave me a soft kiss just beneath my left earlobe. "Mmmm," she moaned. "Smells scrumptious." "Do you mean me? Or the dinner?" I teased. Cupping my left breast and giving it a firm squeeze, she replied, "You of course my little tart. Are we going to eat? Or were you planning on getting fucked?" I felt my cock twitch inside of my panties. She reached down and grabbed my penis, giving it a firm squeeze. "Mmmm," she moaned again. "Maybe we should skip dinner. I think my baby wants me." I turned in her arms and draped mine around her neck, the way that a loving girlfriend would do to her man. Looking into her eyes, I smiled and said, "I always want you Grace. I love you." She kissed me and said, "And I love you too. But the question for now is - Fuck? Or eat?" "Whatever you want to do dear," I demurred. "Ooooo! I like that! I say, 'Let's eat!' That way we can catch up on each other's day. I can't wait to tell you about mine. Then...." She teased. "Sounds good to me," I said. "If you want to, go freshen up while I finish dinner." "That's sweet of you Danni. I'll be right back." Grace went to her bedroom to change and I set to work finishing dinner. I was just serving it up when she returned. Grace had changed into a sexy leopard chemise. She also was wearing a pair of stay-up black stockings and black high heels. No matter how good I got at transforming to a feminine look, I would never be as beautiful or sexy as Grace. "Dinner looks delicious," she said. "So do you," I came back. "Mmmmm. Perhaps you'll get to taste me later," she suggested. "I'd like that," I replied. "I bet you would. For now, let's eat. I'm famished." I poured us each a glass of white wine and sat down across from Grace. We tipped our glasses together, said 'Cheers,' and each took a sip. Grace asked me if I'd called my mom and sister. I told her all about the conversation. She asked where they were staying during their visit. When I told her they were going to stay with me, she suggested that they stay with us, in her apartment - that they could use the guest room. I was a little uncomfortable with that suggestion. I asked where her mom would stay and she told me that her mom was going to use the guest apartment in her building. That way, she reasoned, we could all hang out together the entire weekend. She seemed to sense that I was worried about my mom knowing that I was sleeping with Grace in her room, as she reminded me that we were each adults and that my mom couldn't possibly be surprised to know we slept together. She wasn't worried about her mom knowing. So, I relented and told her I'd suggest it. The conversation then turned to hers and Mandy's shopping excursion for a wedding dress. Grace told me she must have tried on twenty dresses. The shop they went to carried very high-end wedding gowns. I wasn't surprised to learn that. She said she had no idea that choosing one dress could be so difficult. She told me she'd finally come down to two dresses she really liked, each of which was quite different. One was a very traditional gown, with a long, full skirt, complete with multiple layers of tulle, a veil and a train. The other one was more modern, with a short, sexy skirt. She said she just couldn't decide which of the two she preferred. I assured her that she would look amazing, no matter which one she wore. She thanked me for my vote of confidence. Of course, the only thing was that I couldn't see her in her gown until our wedding day, so I couldn't help her decide. When we finished dinner, Grace told me to leave the dishes until the morning. She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. When we entered, she gently pushed me onto my back in the middle of her bed. As I lay back watching her, Grace straddled my chest. "Are you ready for desert Danni?" she cooed. "Mm hmm," I answered eagerly. She settled her smooth, stocking-clad thighs on either side of my head and lowered her glistening pussy slowly until it was hovering just above my mouth. I extended my tongue and gently licked her. She was already wet. I slowly licked her cunt lips as they dangled beneath her full bush of dark pubic hair. "I love how you do that Danni," Grace whispered. "I can't believe how lucky I am that I'll have you between my thighs for the rest of my life." I smiled, as I remained focused upon the task at hand. I was always pleased with myself when I pleasured Grace in this way. Grace slowly lowered her snatch closer to my mouth. Creating firmer contact, she began to rub her cunt on my mouth, grinding her excited clit into my nose. As she did, she continued to speak to me. "I hope you're going to like my pre-wedding gift Danni," she whispered. "It's going to make our wedding night really special." I couldn't imagine what she was referring to, but I was becoming more and more anxious to find out. Grace seemed content to let me eat her pussy for a long time. She must have had at least four or five gentle orgasms. Her girl cream was thick, pungent and delicious. I loved her flavor and could suck on her forever if she wanted me to, even after my mouth and tongue began to get sore. Finally, Grace asked, "Are you ready to fuck me Danni?" I nodded my head vigorously. I was so ready! "Okay," she said. "But before you do, I want to tell you about my present." She slowed her rocking motion on my mouth, but maintained contact, preventing me from talking. Looking into my eyes, she began speaking. "You know how some people save their virginity for their wedding night?" I nodded. "Well, we can't do that," she stated the obvious. "But, I figure we could do the next best thing. And do you know what that is?" I shook my head no. "We're getting ready to fuck each other for the last time until our wedding night," she told me, a devilish glint in her eyes. My own eyes must have signaled my confusion at what she was saying. "That's right," she confirmed. "You get to fuck me tonight Danni. And that's the last time you get to fuck me until our wedding night. So you better enjoy it tonight baby, because I'm making my pussy off limits to your penis after tonight," she smiled wickedly. I swallowed as I absorbed what she was saying. "So, are you ready baby?" she asked. "Are you ready to fuck me for the last time until our wedding?" Slowly, I nodded my head. "Okay then," she said. "Get ready." Grace then lifted off of my face and slid down my tummy. She pulled my panties off and let my cock spring free. "Oooooo!" she exclaimed. "It looks like somebody is ready for his final fuck for a while!" She deftly slipped me inside of her. "Aaaahhhh!" she sighed. "Feels nice sweetie," she cooed. "Doesn't hurt at all. Just right." Huh? What was she saying? 'Doesn't hurt at all? Just right?' If she was trying to compliment me, it wasn't working. She began gently rocking on top of me. "Uh, uh, uh," she moaned. "You feel good baby. Does it feel good to you?" she asked. "Oh yes!" I replied. I loved being wrapped inside of her soft, wet, pussy. "I can't wait to feel your cummies fill me up. I hope you give me a lot. I love it when a man gives me a lot of cum," she said. When 'a man gives me a lot of cum?' Not, 'when I give her a lot of cum?' I could never tell what Grace was actually saying sometimes when we made love. Meanwhile, as I tried to process and make sense of her comments, Grace began moving on me with more energy. "Fuck me Danni," she encouraged me. "Fuck me good! One last time! Come on baby!" she pleaded. "Give it to me! Fuck me!" I tried to fuck upward, to give it to her as good as I could. The thing was, I was on the bottom, so it was really Grace fucking me, rather than the other way around. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Grace screamed out. "I'm cumming Danni! I'm cumming! You're making me cum Danni! You're making me cum!" she said, surprise lacing her voice. "Cum with me baby! Fill me! Come on! Now! Please!" she begged. I became more and more aroused as Grace told me that I was bringing her to orgasm while fucking her. I drove upward, meeting her grinding thrusts upon my penis. Finally, I began ejaculating inside of Grace. I fired several blasts of sperm inside of her. I was really giving her what she'd asked for - lots of my cream. "Oh yes baby!" Grace cried out. "That feels so good! So good! Lots of cum!" Grace continued to sit on me as my softening penis began to slip from within her juicy hole. Grace was panting as she stared down into my eyes. "Oh! My! God! Danni! You were so good that time baby!" 'That time?' "I hope I can wait for our wedding night to do it again," she said. "Did it feel good for you?" she asked. "Yes," I answered, still confused by her remark, 'That time.' "It did," I told her. "Really good." "I'm so glad. I love you so much sweetie. You are so tender." I smiled uncomfortably. Tender was okay, but I so wished I could be more for her. "Are you ready?" she asked after a few minutes. I was confused. 'Ready'? "You knowwwww," she teased me. "Your promise. Remember?" My promise? "Get ready baby," she said as she moved off of my penis and moved toward my face again. "Here I cum." Oh! It dawned on me. My promise to always clean her after we fucked. Okay. I got it. Grace settled over my face, again just above my mouth, so that there was no contact with my mouth. As if tormenting me, Grace maintained her position just above my mouth. "Watch," she said. "Watch baby." I looked at her wet pussy. Her dark, curly, pubes were gummed thick with my sperm. Grace was contracting her cunt lips, squeezing them open and shut. Suddenly, I saw a stream of thick, milky cream begin to ooze from between her aroused pussy lips. "Open your mouth baby," Grace directed me. I complied with her command, holding my mouth open, much like a baby bird waiting for her mother to drop a worm inside. Only, in my case, the worm was a thick stream of my own ejaculate. Once the flow began, it was steady. Grace was letting her pussy slowly empty into my open mouth. The torment of waiting for her to drip all of my cum from inside of herself, into my mouth, was excruciating. "Don't swallow yet," she said. "I want to watch your mouth fill up baby." So I lay beneath Grace's pussy, watching my jizz leak out of her, filling my mouth. I could feel the thick, slimy goo pooling inside of my mouth. Grace was watching, clearly mesmerized at what I was letting her do to me. "Danni baby," she exclaimed. "This is so hot! Your mouth is full of your sperm baby! You really put a lot in me! I'm going to sit on you now sweetie," she told me. "When I do, I want you to begin sucking on me. Swallow the load in your mouth. Okay?" she asked. I nodded. I was completely under her spell. In fact, I was caught up in the eroticism of what we were doing. I can't explain it, but I loved seeing how turned on Grace became at times like these. When she settled onto my mouth, I opened my mouth wide and swallowed the full ball of sperm that had gathered in my mouth, and then began sucking the rest of my load out of Grace's wet pussy. Grace moaned and groaned her approval of my efforts. "Yes Danni! Yes! Such a good girl! So good baby! I'm gonna cum again. So many times tonight! You have been so amazing! I love you Danni baby!" she squealed as she began bucking on my face and squirting a thin jet of girl cum all over my face. When she was finished, Grace slid down my chest and held me close to her bosom, our breasts pressed firmly against each other. She kissed me softly, her tongue swirling inside of my mouth. "Mmmmm," she said. "You taste good baby. You like sperm, don't you?" I didn't know how to respond. In my hesitation, Grace interjected, "It's okay. I understand you're shy to admit it." I just lay there, saying nothing to disagree with Grace. "Are you ready for your present Danni?" she asked eventually. My present? I thought I'd just received my present. "Wh, what do you mean?" I asked. "I thought that was it." She looked at me funny. "That? No! That was just to hold you over. The present is something to make sure you don't, you know, do anything. Between now and our wedding night. This way I know you'll be ready to, you know, do it. Good. You know?" I was confused. Grace could tell. "I bought you something honey. To wear. To keep you from, well, touching yourself. Or doing anything to, ah, ruin our wedding night." 'Ruin our wedding night?' I was even more confused now. She wanted to stop me from touching myself? Did she mean my penis? Grace crawled off of me. "Wait here. I'll go get it and help you put it on." She walked over to her dresser, opened her panty drawer, reached toward the back, and returned with a package. She began dumping the contents onto the bed. It was a bunch of clear plastic pieces, one of which was shaped like a penis. "Wh, what's that Grace?" I asked, the first real concerns now creeping into my consciousness. I didn't like where this seemed to be heading. "It's called a chastity cage. You can wear it 24/7 with no problem. This will protect you from submitting to any, ah, urges, let's say, that you might have. Perfect, huh?" she asked, as if I would just readily agree with her. "I, I do, don't know Gr, Grace. Are you su, sure that is necessary?" "Necessary?" she asked, a tone of irritation in her voice. "If I'm going to be certain that you're a good boy between now and our wedding, it's necessary, yes. I mean, boys will be boys. I can't watch you all of the time Danni. And I really don't want to be disappointed on our wedding night." "Disappointed?" I asked. "You know baby. Sometimes you don't quite, well, I think you know. And that's okay, because you make up for it. But on our wedding night, it has to be special. Okay? Please?" Crap! I really didn't like this idea. But I could see already that Grace's mind was made up. "Okay," I reluctantly agreed. "I guess so." Grace smiled, happy to be getting her way. "I'll help you put it on. It's best to put on when you're soft. That's why we needed to fuck. I wanted you totally spent." Huh? We fucked just so she could lock me into this cage? Did she really just say that? "I don't mean it just like that," she explained, seeing my facial reaction to what she'd said. "I wanted to fuck you too. Of course! But still, the cage won't go on if you're erect. Even you. Now I wasn't sure what size to buy for you. They make them different, for different size penises. I wasn't sure whether to get the CB-6000 or the CB-6000S. I finally decided on the CB-6000S and I think I made the right decision. You're gonna fit perfectly." I almost hated to ask the question I was thinking of, but couldn't resist. "Wh, what does the 'S' stand for? What's the difference?" Grace smiled at me. "Don't be silly Danni. I think you know what the 'S' stands for. It doesn't matter anyway. What matters is you're gonna be so ready for me on our wedding night. Right?" So she wasn't going to answer my question. To be nice. But I knew. I knew. Crap! Grace tried a few different parts, various sized rings that wrap around your cock and ball sack, to hold the cage in place. She finally settled on one and then she slipped the head of my penis inside of the sheath. Then she connected the sheath to the ring through three pins. The next thing I knew, she'd slipped a small brass padlock into a hole on the center pin and snapped it shut. "What's that for?" I asked. "To make sure you don't try to take it off silly. I'll hold onto the key until our wedding night?" "B, but what if I need to take it off?" I asked. "Why would you do that Danni?" she asked. "That would defeat the whole point. Besides, you won't need to. You can shower with it on. You can pee with it on, though you may want to sit to avoid it spraying on you. But, otherwise, it should be no issue at all," she explained, as if this was just a normal, everyday occurrence. I looked down between my thighs at my plexiglass encased penis. It felt weird. But it didn't hurt or anything. Suddenly, I found myself wishing for a quick wedding date. Grace was looking at it too. "I don't know about you Danni, but I think it looks kind of cute." She then crawled up next to me and held me to her chest, kissed me, and said, "Good night baby. Sweet dreams." So, just like that, Grace gave me one last fuck, locked me up, and then she was off to Never Never Land. I just lay there wondering how I'd lost such control over my life. No sex until my wedding day, whenever that was. Crap!