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The Christmas Gift, Pt. 6
🕑 Added 2023-01-15 13:07:53 +0000 UTC
Sam had reached the end of her first male orgasm.
With her new cock in my mouth, she gave one final pulse, spreading my lips a little wider as the last pump of her come shot over my tongue and slipped down my throat.
I winced. I winced with my lips wide — full beautiful lips I could now see under my little nose, pushed out and wrapped around Sam's cock. It was too much to fathom. I closed my eyes.
My hips lifted and fell, easing my finger into my pussy and easing me into the new sensation of penetration. I held my finger still and fucked it just slightly.
My pussy was tight.
I took my finger deeper and swallowed. I swallowed Sam's come, suddenly blushing, too embarrassed to open my eyes and look up at the man whose cock I held in my mouth — especially since it was my wife.
My enthusiasm for gaining sexual territory, for moving the boundaries of our wedded love life a little further, dissolved. I was the one in a vulnerable position now. I could feel her flexing her muscles, considering the orgasm that had just rocked her body, considering her cock. The moment it slipped out of my mouth I would have to face her, with a face glazed in her warm come.
I wanted time to stop. I held on to her cock. It was the only thing I had left. My mind raced in a million directions as I added a finger to the first. And sat again. Even better. It spread my pussy lips wider. I tried not to moan — but did. I moved slowly, barely, trying to fuck my fingers without Sam seeing me.
Sam reached down and pressed her fingers through my hair. Her cock was beginning to soften in my mouth.
"Eddy."
I squinted, knowing there was no way I could stay here forever. God. I opened my eyes slowly and peered up through my long eyelashes.
My wife, now a handsome muscular man, gazed down with a pleased expression — gazed down at me while I held his cock in my mouth. Gazed down on me and petted my long raven-colored hair. Gazed lovingly and with a strength that made me fuck my fingers. "You came on our shower door."
Oh fuck. Yes, I had. I nodded. Nodded with cock in mouth. "Mmmhmm." I quickly pulled my fingers out of my pussy and sent them in tight circles around what used to be my cock. My new clit. My maddeningly sensitive pink little clit.
I had come, shot after shot. The hardest orgasm of my life, both in the sheer amount my cock had swelled at the thought of wearing my wife's Christmas present — and in the intensity of the pills — which had condensed my cock in every seize of my orgasm into this tiny nub of pleasure I now circled. Hard jolts, pulling my cock down into me. Seizing my balls into their new role. Stuffing them full of eggs. Rooting my clit into my pelvis. Taking my manhood. Making me female.
I circled my clit and moaned.
"Oh, Eddy." She smiled and petted me. "You have my permission to come again." Her cock slipped from my mouth. "While I watch."
I nodded and returned my fingers in place and sat down. Lifted and sat. And did it again, my eyes nearly rolling back in pleasure as I found a rhythm. Lost in the sensation of something entering me. In the sensation of control, sitting as I liked, riding my fingers as I needed to. Finding the right angle and approach. Her cock slipped out of my mouth, and with it, a complimentary emptiness filled my pussy to its pink velvety depths.
The bath steadily grew into waves as I moved. And then splashes, as I intensified. She kept petting my hair, saying that's right. That's right. Oh fuck, I knew that wasn't helping. I knew she was loving this.
Suddenly she took a firm fistful of my hair and tugged me to my feet. I gasped, water rushing over my curves into the bath. "Don't stop, Eddy." She leaned over and whispered. "Get your little pussy off." She pulled. "But follow where I lead."
She beckoned me forward with her grip of my hair, held strongly at the back of my neck, like pulling a dog by its scruff. I stepped over the bath, one foot at a time, and followed her pull, stumbling, tits swaying, to the bathroom counter. She pushed my head over the sink and my tits settled on the cold bathroom counter, my nipples hardening in an instant. She held me tightly and pushed me forward, then grabbed my ass with her free hand. She pinned me to the sink.
The brief manhandling had gotten me so close already. Something in me — something new — invited such sure treatment. It was treatment, I noted, that I had never shown to my wife. I had always been so kind, polite, and accommodating to Samantha. But Sam had already shown herself to be a different animal.
An aggressive one.
Why did that make me so very wet?
My fingers were a flurry over my swollen clit, occasionally moving lower to slip inside and thrust into the shallows of my aching new slit. My pussy lips billowed around them invitingly I was so aroused. I had the best pussy I had ever felt. Better than all of my ex-girlfriends and my wife included. I wanted to pummel it. So I did. I was growing wet with my own feminine lubrication, which painted my fingers and made them slip so wonderfully inside of me. Thus lathered in slippery bliss, I fucked and fucked myself.
She pulled my head up. "Look at yourself while you do that."
Oh god. Come dripped from my face. An expression of feminine passion filled my eyes and made my lips quiver. I was beautiful. Moaning in passion. Doubled over. Tits large and billowing over the sink. Cum dripping down my face. Dark hair over shoulders and falling like blinders around my head. I could only look forward through it at my alluring reflection.
I looked like my sister's sister. My mother's daughter.
"I wonder what your daddy would think of his new daughter." My eyebrows arched. Holy fuck. My eyes darted to hers and then down to her cock. My god, she was already half-hard.
Please put it inside of me.
The thought entered my mind as easily as my fingers slipped back and into my aching pussy. I was pointing frantically to where I wanted it. Over and over. Here. Here. Here. Oh fuck. She turned her fist, pulling my hair tighter.
She gripped my ass broadly in a strong hand and tugged at it, a tug I could feel along my asshole and, barely an inch further, at the tight entrance of my pussy. "Eddy, I'm in the mind to take you by your plump little cheeks and fuck you over this sink." I moaned. So very close. Doubling the speed of my fingers. Slamming my ass back to meet my hand as best I could.
She lifted her hand from my ass. And then it fell.
The smack reverberated across the tile. And in the bones of my pelvis. And in shockwaves through my pale plump flesh. The energy of impact slowly collected in my clit. I cooed softly.
"Does my Eddy need a spanking?"
Oh god. Yes, she does. I lifted my plump ass to receive, nodded, and whispered.
"What did you say?"
I whispered again, blushing.
She tugged my locks. "Say it so I can hear you. Don't make me ask you again?"
"Harder." I took a deep breath. "Spank me again. Harder."
Her hand fell.
It sparked off my orgasm.
My pussy clenched and gushed around my fingers.
She held me firm as I erupted on the counter. Shaking. It was harder than all the orgasms before. She held me, her handprint appearing pink on my pale ass, she held me, seeing me through it, holding my tits to the counter.
I don't know how much time passed. I breathed slowly as the waves subsided.
Sam let go.
"Hop in the shower and wash my come off your face and tits. I'll be in to join you in a second."
I nodded and looked at admired myself quickly in the mirror before turning. I knew Sam wouldn't put up with my dallying.
I stepped daintily toward the glass shower, trying to ignore the tracks of come leading down the side.
"Wait."
I turned. "Y-yes?"
She pointed at the toilet. "Pee. You don't want a UTI."
Oh fuck. I was already doing my best to keep a tenuous balance. My new curves and the gap between my thighs had already thrown me off kilter. I nearly fell over changing course.
"Put the seat down," she said dryly. "Now you will actually have to remember to do that — like I've asked you to for years."
I stepped to the toilet, put the seat down with a hint of shame, turned, and sat my plump little ass down on the cold seat.
I demured. "I don't even know how to do this."
"Naturally," she shrugged. "Just relax."
I nodded.
"Do you mind turning. . . "
"Yes. I mind." She smiled and nodded. "Go ahead." She was watching.
Goosebumps broke out over my arms. I took a deep breath.
At the sound of it, she smiled. "Oh, my little Eddy. This is how you pee now."
Now? I winced and forgave her misspeaking — this is how I pee for now. It came in out in a rush, flowing from the source, warm and, frankly, a mess. I sat, thighs spread, and peed . When I finished, I wiped my pussy and stood up.
I was in shock. I stood for a moment, lost — suddenly wondering how long the pills lasted.
"Eddy. Shouldn't you be somewhere?"
Fuck. I tiptoed to the shower sheepishly, opened the door, turned on the water, and stepped inside. I craned my neck as coursed over my face and tits. Then I turned. Through streaks of come I could see Sam standing at the toilet, the muscles on her back strong, shoulders broad. She stood and pissed.
Wanting to break the tension I spoke over her stream. My voice sang out "Will I try the lingerie next?"
She shook her head.
"That has to wait."
My lip pouted naturally as I thought of the red satin waiting for me. "But why?"
"Remember. Andrew and Bridgette are coming over for Christmas dinner tonight."
"What!"
She laughed and kept peeing. "God, I love this, Eddy. Standing is so convenient."
Oh no.
In the rush of the morning, I had forgotten.
We had all gone to college together — me, Sam, Andrew, and Bridgette. Bridgette's job had transferred her out of town early this year and since they were coming back for Christmas, and since Andy's family celebrates Christmas on Christmas Eve, we figured we'd get together and have dinner at our place on Christmas evening.
I lunged for the shower wall in panic. My huge tits pressed firmly against the glass, turning my areola into little pink saucers around my nipples.
"We have to cancel, Sam."
Sam stood firm. "We're not canceling."
"But — "
Sam finished, shook, and turned.
"Don't worry. I bought you a dress."
Thanks for reading! Part 7 will arrive in a week or so — as you can see: there is a lot of stuff in store for these two. More caps on the way as well. Keep your caption suggestion messages coming!
-BL Quick & Crew
Comments
Gaius Marius Titus
When's part 7 coming out.
This is a full-on fantasy of mine ❤️
