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Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 382: D-Cup's Slide Toward Depravity And My Bed free porn video
Monday, July 2, 2007 (Continued)
Julia was the first of the girls to wake. She whispered, "Mark?"
I was reading thirty two assorted OSU courses with my eyes shut, so I opened them to look at Julia. Over Carol's and Ava's sleeping bodies, I whispered back, "Good morning, darling."
Apparently Julia thought morning greetings weren't as important as, "How'd it go with D-Cup?" Julia calling Nevaeh by my nickname was Julia's way of showing encouragement and approval for my taking the initiative in planning and executing a people-management activity. She still wanted to know all about it though.
I whispered back, "If anything, too good. Let's talk in the kitchen." I was already pulling back the covers for her.
As soon as we were out of the bedroom, Julia eagerly demanded, "Give, buster."
Dicing with death, I asked, "Shouldn't we wait for ... oww, oww. Haha. Okay, I get your well-argued POINTS.
-- "It started very much the way I planned..." Julia was too focused on what I was saying so I made our breakfasts, flying a couple of extra glasses of fruit juice to our bedroom for the late sleepers.
Ava woke up ten minutes later, so I moved Julia off my lap so I could get Ava's breakfast ready for her; Ava's damaged arm giving us all an excuse to pamper her every chance we got. When Ava arrived a few minutes later, her breakfast was ready for her. We gave her Good Morning kisses, Julia correcting her oversight in not giving me one earlier.
I gave Ava a summary to catch her up to where I was in the story with Julia. That didn't take long as Ava's need for details is considerably less than Julia's. Then I carried on with a far more detailed version of last night's events.
At the end of my description, and after the girls had finished laughing at me, the discussion moved on to the girls' thoughts about the situation. They'd already agreed that I'd overdone my sales job, so the issue was what to do about that. I agreed that I had to give Nevaeh tasks to do beyond the sexual. I described my plan for D-Cup's school (I'll explain it to you later) and they thought it was excellent.
I said, "It doesn't actively involve Nevaeh though, as I mostly intended it to be a PR exercise. Maybe I could get her involved in the community projects?"
Julia had some suggestions, and as usual, they were good ones.
We didn't spend much time on the Sondarm plan. To quote Julia, "We've only got three hours until D-Cup comes here and we need a good plan for that." It was 8am and none of us had any doubt that Nevaeh would be here at 11am, if not earlier.
I described my plan for Nevaeh's visit. Julia and Ava laughed at me, and then they started developing a better plan. Apparently, "Take her to bed and have lots of sex with her" wasn't an acceptable plan. I can't say I was surprised; I might have been guilty of teasing them. I didn't have to worry about Julia's new plan not including what I wanted, so I started washing the dishes while listening to the girls plan Nevaeh's assisted slide into depravity.
When I'd finished the dishes, I interrupted the girls to ask something that'd been on my mind since near the end of last night's visit with D-Cup, "Something occurred to me last night that needs your permission before I'll do it. D-Cup is a virgin and I'm sure she's never let any guy get anywhere near her pussy. She'll be disease free and I only fire blanks these days, so I was thinking about not using a rubber with her. It's much more enjoyable for me that way and it seems very safe with her. I won't do it unless you agree though?"
"You're obviously intending for her to be a long-term lover?"
"Probably not long term, but medium term is likely. Mostly because I think I owe it to her now. She's got an incredible body - which I believe I might've mentioned once or twice already - but that won't keep me interested for long if her personality isn't good for us. From the way she reacted last night, her personality seems okay so far. It was a weird situation so it's hard to know what she'll be like normally, but my initial impression was good enough to think about her lasting a while. We're already planning to do things with her school that'll take several weeks because of how much I oversold her, so it'll be at least a medium-term relationship I think."
Julia decided, "We'll explicitly ask her about her previous experiences before you take her to bed, but you're almost certainly right about her being clean. Going without a condom with her would be fine with me provided you're ABSOLUTELY sure you won't be releasing any sperm. You're not going to lose control in the middle of your orgasm, are you?"
"No. It stays shut when I want it to. I've cum hundreds of times in the last six months and it has never opened accidentally. The only time that valve opens is when I order it to. I do that sometimes to make sure it doesn't seize up entirely, but only when I'm getting a blowjob or I'm cumming in an ass. It's under my complete control and I don't even let it open when I'm using a rubber with another girl. I wouldn't risk getting D-Cup pregnant if I wasn't sure. If the idea of me going bareback is okay with you two, I thought I'd call the doctor to see if I could get a medical confirmation that there were no sperm in a sample. What do you think?"
The girls agreed, so I called the family doctor. His nurse was happy to interrupt the doctor's current consultation to put him on the phone to me. It's sometimes useful being famous, especially so in my case because I've often heard that people become more famous after they die. I can confirm that's true.
I gave him my spiel for what I wanted, "Something Archangel Michael said before my resurrection is making us suspicious that God doesn't want me to have any babies and we want to get that checked out. Can I come down now to give you a sperm sample? You can check those yourself can't you?"
"Not really, no, but we can get a sample from you and send it to the lab for analysis."
"I don't think there'll be anything to analyze. I'm pretty sure there'll be no sperm at all in the sample; just semen. You could check for that, couldn't you?"
"That'd be very unusual..."
"My situation IS very unusual. The question is whether you'd be able to confirm my suspicion?"
"Come here and we'll have a look. About 9:15 would be good for me."
I agreed and we hung up. I told my two eavesdroppers, "He didn't really answer my last question, but I might as well go and give a sample anyway as it'd be good to find out definitively even if we have to wait for a few days while he sends it off to a lab."
The girls returned to their plotting, occasionally asking my opinion, but more often telling me what I needed to do. They'd missed out on the fun last night so it was good to let them have the fun of planning Nevaeh's first visit.
At 9:00, I returned to the bedroom to put some clothes on. Carol was still sleeping peacefully so I was quiet, but apparently not quiet enough because she woke while I was dressing.
I gave her a suitably appreciative kiss for her efforts last night, pointed out her glass of room-temperature juice, and told her, "Julia and Ava are in the kitchen plotting what needs to be done to D-Cup when she arrives."
"They'll need to talk with me!" declared Carol, leaping out of bed and jogging to the kitchen with urgency. There were, after all, only two hours remaining.
As I was leaving the bedroom, I got a text message from an unknown number, "Peter dumped. Cu at 11. Love n service, Nevaeh."
Chuckling, I saved her number. Not under "D-Cup" in case I got caught doing that. Under "Smith, Nevaeh, M" ("M" for mobile, as opposed to "H" for home or "W" for work), this being the structure I inherited from Julia when I copied her phone's SIM card way back when.
I returned to the kitchen where I interrupted Julia's interrogation of Carol to point out, "You don't need to ask Carol any questions, Julia. I've already explained everything important that happened last night."
After the girls finished laughing, I showed D-Cup's message to them. They were impressed by the "and service" addition. Julia saying, "I bet she wrote 'Love' first, and then realized you might not like that, so added the 'service'. That she's thinking about your reactions is a good sign."
We agreed, and then I had to leave, telling them, "I've got a hot date with a test tube."
Julia and Ava laughed, but Carol looked puzzled.
I quickly explained my preference for going bareback with D-Cup, asking Carol, "Is that okay with you?"
"You can make her pregnant if you want. You're our Lord." There was nothing particularly significant in Carol answering that way. It gives her pleasure to make dramatic references to my being their Lord, and she does it whenever a particularly good opportunity arises. She means them too.
I had my hot date to get to, and I could sense Carol was okay with it, so I just said, "I'll take that as a yes. I'd better go. I'll get back as soon as I can so you can explain your elaborate plan to me."
Quick kisses and I was on my way.
I'd only just driven out the gate when my phone rang. My phone informed me the call was from "Smith, Nevaeh, M". I answered, "Hi sweetie."
"I was worried that you didn't call back. You got my message, didn't you?" She sounded very nervous.
"Yes I did, sweetie. Thank you for sending it to me. I didn't answer because I didn't know whether it was safe to. I'll always try to play safe because making our relationship last a long time is far more important than any single message could be. I know you're worried, but you don't need to be. I've fully accepted you now and I won't turn a cold shoulder to you or ignore your calls out of spite or anything nasty like that. That's not moral and I don't behave that way. If I don't call you back, then there's a reason for it that has nothing whatsoever to do with my not liking you, so you shouldn't be even the slightest bit concerned. Okay?"
A small point of clarification for you. I'd told her that "making our relationship last a long time is far more important than any single message could be." I didn't expect our relationship to last a long time. I'd met a LOT of girls by now, and had bedded a pleasingly high proportion of them, and the vast majority of those relationships had ended well before "a long time". Chances are that my relationship with Nevaeh wouldn't last a long time either. Apart from anything else, it's not easy for girls to adapt to living with my other girls. Showing possessiveness, competitiveness or just bitchiness ends a relationship damned quickly, and just the absence of happiness does so sooner rather than later too. I was being careful with Nevaeh not because I expected her to be around for long, but to avoid her screwing up her life badly because of her over-commitment to me. I was responsible for that so had to take care.
"Okay Mark. I'm sorry. I didn't know and I was worried. The last few hours have been very stressful for me..."
"I'll do my best to make the next few hours FAR, FAR better, sweetie. Hopefully better than you've ever had before."
"Oh boy! I hope so. I've been getting very worked up about that too. I can come any time you want, even right now. Please?"
"I've got some other things to do first. I'm just leaving home now to do them. Let's stick to 11 please. I should be ready by then."
"I'm MORE than ready right now! I've been ready for HOURS! I couldn't sleep last night and I can't stop thinking about you..."
"Only two hours to wait, Nevaeh. Just a quick point then I have to go. Like I said before, if you send me a text message I won't normally answer it unless it's something obvious like a question that needs an immediate answer. Your not getting caught is very important to me. If you want me to call back, put 'PCB' on the end of your message, for 'Please Call Back'. I can't promise I will because I might be busy, but I will if I can. If I don't call back almost immediately, then I won't call back at all. If I called half an hour later, you might not be safe any more. Okay?"
"I understand. I don't want to get caught either because my parents would kill me. It's just that I was so nervous..."
"That's okay, sweetie. It'll take us a little while to get used to each other's styles. I've got to go now. See you soon, bye."
As you know, I can cum on demand. Most of the middle-aged women in America know that, thanks to Julia's blowing my trumpet on Oprah. I had a little fun with the nurse. She gave me the tube and escorted me to a room, saying, "Bring me the sample when you've produced it."
"Wait outside the door for five seconds and you'll have it."
Six seconds later, because I'd fumbled with my zip, I passed it back to her. She was a typical, young, doctor's receptionist and somewhat pretty so I couldn't resist teasing her, "Impressively fast, aren't I?"
She chose not to answer, although she did look suspiciously at the tube to make sure it was the same one that she'd given me. She'd already labeled it - an act that had taken longer than mine - and she saw it was correct.
She led me to an empty consultation room where I waited for our family doctor's opinion of my ability to have a family.
Fifteen minutes later the doctor came in. He was concerned, and he delicately said, "I've looked at your sample, Mark, and it appears that your suspicion is correct. There are a number of tests we can run to find out what the specific cause is, so we'll know what treatment options..."
"Doctor, you misunderstand. I have no intention whatsoever of getting any treatment. If God has deliberately changed my body so it doesn't produce sperm, then I'm certainly not going to go against His will. All I want from you is confirmation of what I suspected. Did you find ANY sperm at all in my sample? Even a single one?"
"No, none at all. I didn't look at the whole sample of course, but I did make three slides and none of them contained any."
"So I'm totally infertile? Or impotent, or whatever the right word is?"
"Yes. You're not concerned by that?"
"Not at all. I'm living proof that God knows what He's doing, and I'm perfectly happy to let Him resurrect me in whatever way He wants. It'd be rather churlish of me to complain, wouldn't it?"
"Good point. Leaving that topic then, I can see that your body has changed significantly. Would your guardian allow me to take a blood sample?"
"Try it and see Doc."
"Ahh. I'm reluctant to do that. It's killed quite a few people before."
"Only when it considered that they deserved it, which I'm sure it doesn't about you. But if you like, I'll take the sample myself; just point me at what I need to use."
Before the doctor could answer, I started floating slowly toward the door, which opened for me. I called back, "Are we done?"
"Looks like it."
I was placed on my feet just before the door. I turned to the doctor, "I think we can call that a fairly clear hint."
"Yes. I appreciate its answer being non-violent."
"It's a Good creature, by definition, Doc. I noticed you never said 'angel', but that's what it is."
I left, by walking.
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I should expand on a comment the Doc made about noticing my body had changed. It's now thirty one days after Resurrection Day. I'm aiming to complete my physical transformation roughly at the end of summer vacation, or if I err, taking a little longer is fine. So I was about 30% of the way from Ron to Mark.
Ron had been 5' 6" and my girls had decided that the new Mark was going to be 6' 3", a gain of 9 inches, thus I was now about 5' 9". My skin color was one-third lighter, shoulders one-third wider, ass one-third cuter, etc. My hair looked particularly weird. Every hair had a very noticeable straight, brown length, and then a longer length (if pulled straight) of black, curly hair. It was an unprecedented and VERY strange look. Julia wanted me to cut it because it was so silly. I kept it for exactly the same reason: that silliness gave an unambiguous impression about what was happening to me.
I'd made it up to Julia by getting my cock to change size much quicker than the rest of my body. It'd been three weeks since I received my possibly insulting orders to improve that part of my anatomy. I'd started by getting it to lengthen until the girls democratically decided when to call "Stop." To my surprise, it was when I was only 7 inches long, as I'd expected them to prefer longer than that. It was only a little longer than I'd started with, so the original me didn't feel hardly any insult at all.
And then they got me to work on its width, which ended up insulting the original me a great deal. First they had me expand my knob, and they definitely enjoyed having that wider. That experiment was so successful, they wanted to widen the whole shaft. That turned out to be an even more successful experiment; they declared it to be a "fucking fantastic success."
I'd never thought to measure the width of my cock before the changes started so I can't give you a quantitative description of the change. Let's just say it went from "able to rest in my palm so I could easily close my fingers around it", to "I almost need two hands to hold it up." I'm exaggerating, but it was freaky to look down at a cock that appeared twice as thick as my natural one. The time I'd been Archangel Michael didn't count because I'd always known it was just a temporary trick, whereas these changes were for the real me (I'm aware that "real" is a concept that's harder to apply to me than other people).
Girls being allowed to change their minds, they got me to reduce the size of my knob, so it was now narrower than the shaft, giving my cock a spear-like look. A couple of days ago they'd declared that to be the perfect shape, although anal play was totally off the agenda for it now - the spear shape was good for anal but the width of my shaft was NOT! A near-frictionless NP-ass-dildo works great for the girls anyway, as D-Cup will be finding out shortly. [As it turned out, it was okay to use my real finger because I was in the shower. Sometimes it's okay to modify plans on the hop, because D-Cup SURE did hop when that happened!]
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I returned home and told my girls the result of my visit, and they confirmed that they were still happy for me to go bareback with D-Cup provided she answered their questions in the expected way. That issue was decided without it occurring to any of us that Nevaeh should have a say. The closest anyone came to worrying about Nevaeh's opinion, was Ava saying, "If D-Cup doesn't get pregnant after a few months, maybe we can stop taking the pill." I'm aware that what Ava said has nothing to do with worrying about Nevaeh's opinion.
Julia and Carol agreed they'd probably do that.
They told me their plan for D-Cup. It was quite elaborate but their reasons for its various stages were good ones. They'd be doing most of the work so it was easy for me to agree to their plan. All I had to do was give Nevaeh a jolly good fucking, which - so I wouldn't spoil my girls' elaborate plan - I was willing to do. And also for other reasons.
I made a few changes to what they'd come up with. Nothing fundamental, just a few things to make sure Nevaeh got taught the lessons that were important to me. My girls had covered most of those already and it was easy to insert new ones. We're VERY experienced at this sort of thing now. [I didn't write about them, but even though Ron's lifestyle was low key originally, there were still dozens of plans and schemes involving him once his sex-life heated up. Julia enjoys her schemes, and I've found that I tend to enjoy them too, both for themselves and for what I learn from them.]
Julia had already informed our security gate to let Nevaeh Smith in, direct her to the kids' parking lot, and tell her she'd be met there. At 10:55 our intercom informed us that Miss Nevaeh Smith had just been let in.
The girls went down to meet D-Cup, while I went to my upstairs study where I killed time pretending to be busy. For the lack of anything better to do, I googled something appropriate - "D-cup" - so my time was spent enjoyably. The internet really is a marvelous resource.
I was watching my girls with a sight blob. D-Cup arrived at the parking lot before my girls, probably setting a new Underground Speed Record in the process. She was standing beside her hurriedly parked car, pacing back and forth.
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