BE FOREWARNED. The following story contains sexually explicit material not suited for those who have not yet achieved the age of maturity. If you should fall into this category, do not read further. Consult the laws of your community to clarify if you are eligible to read adult sexual material. The theme is transsexual. If this type of reading matter offends you, read no further. Go do something else. Standard disclaimer applies. Any association with real people, places, events, or entities is purely coincidental.

 

Inspirations                by: Virginia Kane              © 2001 All rights reserved

 

Part Three - The Conclusion

Chapter Ten.

"Well, Lou, I have to hand it to you. I would have never believed it would work. Everything went exactly as you said. Seriously, I don’t know how to thank you. How in the world did you know Michael would accept the role of a woman, so easily? I could never ask a man to do that for the life of me. I owe you, pal."

"Brick? You recall my telling you I have an older brother who is gay, and admitted it to me while we were both in our teens, don’t you? Although I don’t really like his sexual preference, I didn’t have much choice. He’s my brother. He often confided in me, relating how he preferred men to women. After a while, I got over being thoroughly disgusted over knowing. He was persistent, and he even tried to have me get involved in some things with him. Hey, he was still my big brother. It took a determined effort to convince him I wasn’t interested in anything of the sort.

By the time you explained to me why you haven’t settled down with a wife of your own, due to your sexual preference, it didn’t faze me a bit. However, Michael just started working for the firm at that time. He became a minor problem to me soon afterwards. Unlike you, he was intent on not remaining a bachelor. The poor guy was always on the prowl at work trying to develop a serious relationship with one of the girls. None were interested in him, because of his quiet, docile nature.

I was afraid the continuous rejections might make him ill. He’s a real nice guy and potentially a good architect. Not many women are interested in a guy that is more demure than they are. He continued to hit on the office girls, to no avail, not knowing the girls felt he was being a pest. He’d have a tough time keeping any woman happy. Women want someone that they can show off to their friends, a guy like you, macho and strong willed, Brick. That sure doesn’t describe Michael.

My brother lives happily with a younger man that is just as effeminate as Michael. Seeing my brother with his significant other out at some social function, or visiting them at their home when his partner was dressed to the nines gave me the idea, that you should consider doing something similar: settle down with a guy who is well suited to assume a wifely role. In fact, the resemblance of my brother’s S. O. to Michael is remarkable. It wasn’t too difficult to ask my brother to lend me a hand in developing a scenario that could make something worthwhile happen.

Once Michael settled in on his job, I arranged for him to stay at Martha Grady’s rooming house. He jumped at an opportunity to cut down the expense of living in a regular hotel, not guessing she’s a distant cousin who’s aware of my brother’s lifestyle, and whose departed husband also had a penchant for wearing women’s clothes on occasion. I knew she wouldn’t mind helping me. The dear woman has lived alone ever since her husband passed on. She was enthralled to take part in advancing Michael’s venture into femininity.

Faking a space ship landing on a neighboring farm for him to witness was tricky. We burned brush around an old metal silo that had fallen over during a recent storm. The farmer didn’t care. It was to be dismantled for scrap metal, anyway. In Michael’s condition, with the stimulus of his own audiotape that I arranged to contain all the right subliminal messages, he thought he saw a real space ship.

I won’t divulge how Michael’s water bottle that he carries with him when he goes jogging, got to contain a few drops of a mild hallucinogen. It somehow already contained it, when he filled the water bottle that day before his evening jog.

He walked around in circles by the "space ship" in that field for nearly an hour, talking to himself, believing what he heard on tape was all really happening to him. When we finally got him to his room, with its only window covered with a star-trek image of space travel at hyper-speed, we knew he was susceptible to the suggestions we’d chosen to make to him. He was easily convinced that my brother’s spouse was a female version of himself. After that, the rest was easy.

Your sticking to the plan to seduce him, once my cousin got him all gussied up, and then, get angry with him for accusing you of attempted rape went better than we had expected. That seed my cousin planted in his head about a girl needing to get a commitment from a man before giving in to his advances worked out perfectly. Your bold push to seduce him on your first date; then, retract it, put him over the edge, better than we thought. Michael was convinced that he was falling in love with you and was destined to become your dutiful, feminine wife.

Over the past month, my cousin Martha tells me he’s been conscientiously doing his best to learn how to mimic a real woman perfectly. Darn, I wish my cousin could have gotten him to consent to having a few pictures taken. It’s been more than a month, and I have yet to see how the boy looks while impersonating a girl.

According to her, Michael, or should I say "Michelle" is as pretty as a peach. How would you describe her, ah him, ah, well, you know what I mean."

"She’s a real doll, Lou, everything a man like me could ask for in a mate. Take my word for it. Michael’s perfect for me. Your cousin has done marvelously and will soon be well rewarded for her efforts. You will too. I promise.

Mrs. Grady acts like a doting mother to Michelle. I’ve offered to have her come out west to live with us Lou, if she’s interested in a change of surroundings. I’d like her to continue to help Michael adapt and smooth out the rough edges. She definitely has a very positive influence over him. She immersed him into a female role without any trouble. Somehow, I have a feeling that her keen interest in molding Michael’s changes wasn’t solely a favor to you for my benefit, Lou."

"You’re right. In the process of enabling Michelle/Michael to become a suitable mate for you Brick, we’ve given my cousin’s life new purpose. I haven’t seen her so chipper in ages; in fact, ever since she lost her late husband. It’s likely to be mutually beneficial for all three of you to continue to stay together. Michelle will need someone like her to lean on in the event someone out west becomes nosy and uncovers her secret. If Martha tires of coddling Michelle, she can always return here. The rooming house is paid for, and won’t cost much to preserve for her in the meantime. Our family is large enough to put the property to good use."

"So far, she has enabled Michael to forget about chasing women and completely accept his latent gay tendencies Lou, but I’m concerned that he might regress. Of course, once he agrees to have minor surgery to augment his breasts and fill out that firm rump of his, hers; I don’t think there’ll be any chance of him wanting to resort to living in a male role again. There’s another thing you pegged right, Lou. I’ve fallen deeply in love with Michael from the moment I met him. I just hope----"

"Afraid that he’ll spurn you, once he finds out how we tricked him into becoming a girl for you?"

"Yes. That’s why I insisted that he use the past month to decide if this is what he really wants in life, stressing that the dream with Leachim’s predictions may turn out to be a total farce, which it is. I’m worried what he’ll do when he finds out----and he has to find out. I don’t cherish the notion of a threat constantly looming over me. He could hate me for making him believe the pitch we fed him."

"I don’t think so, Brick. By now, he must realize how much you care for him, and my cousin assures me that his love for you is equally genuine. Why jeopardize the future? Let Michael continue to think his dream is due to an alien abduction. What would it hurt?

You tried to tell him several times that you never believed his cockeyed story for a single minute. If he should ever discover it was all a well-planned ruse, use me for a scapegoat. Tell him I planned the entire escapade because I felt I was doing the right thing for the both of you by bringing you two together. After all, that part is the truth. I want to see you settle down with someone dear to come home to, and I want to see Michael settle into a role that’s appropriate for him. If this is the only way that’s ever going to happen, so be it. Blame the whole thing on me."

"Thanks, Lou, but I have to live with myself too, you know. As soon as we move into the new house, I’m going to sit Michael down and tell him everything."

"If I were you, I’d stop referring to Michelle as Michael, Brick.

 

 

Chapter Eleven.

 

Martha Grady was combing out Michelle’s hair for her, in preparation for the fifth trip to the gynecologist that was providing Michelle with weekly hormone shots.

"When you get to California, you need to arrange for your medical records to be forwarded, once you select a new doctor, Michelle. I know that you expect to be very busy for a while with unpacking, getting accustomed to the area and mostly with building Mr. Walker’s new house, but don’t delay finding a new gynecologist. A delay may cause you to experience trauma. Women’s hormonal chemistry is more complex than men’s. Men don’t have to contend with monthly cycles."

"Why should I? Won’t continuing to take the prescribed estrogen be sufficient?"

"That’s why you need to consult with a doctor, Michelle. Just taking estrogen, without being regularly monitored by a doctor who knows what’s okay and what isn’t, is like playing with fire. Sooner or later, you could get hurt. You’d better get used to the idea of having a doctor check your blood for its hormone levels from now on. You should also read up on the subject of gender changes. The more you know about what’s happening, the better off you’ll be."

"But, I’m not really going to change my gender, Mrs. Grady. I’m only going to use enough hormones to soften my appearance somewhat. I want to retain my ability to get erections. The doctor said the weekly shots must be temporary, or I can eventually lose both size and rigidity. If Brick ever gets around to it, I want him to reciprocate and do for me what I’ve done for him, like he promised to do."

"Hasn’t he, yet? That’s odd. By the way, I thought we decided that you will call me Aunt Martha from now on."

"I’m sorry, Aunt Martha. I find it difficult to change habits, once formed. No, so far, I’ve done what you suggested, as little as possible. I guess it must have slipped his mind. He’ll get around to it, I’m sure. It’s just a matter of time. I’ve decided to save the main event for later, after we are out on the coast and live together."

"You’ve decided? What does Mr. Walker have to say in the matter?"

"Oh, we discussed it and agree. I told him I don’t want to rush into sexual things.

"He insists he won’t force me to do anything until I am ready and urge him to. Says it’s the sign of a true gentleman.

"Michelle, are you sure your not kidding yourself? Do you fully understand that some people need to be demanding and dominant, while others are submissive and compliant? If you and Mr. Walker have become an item, and I’m sure you have, I’m inclined to believe that you’ll be the submissive, not the dominant one. Mr. Walker is not the type to readily cater to the whims of another person."

"He won’t know. He loves me, and he’ll do what I want to make me happy."

"Spoken like a true woman. Those shots are going to your head, girl!"

"Why? What do you mean, Aunt Martha?"

"That man is going to sit you down and give you a good talking to someday! I’d give my eyeteeth to be there when that happens. You have a lot to learn."

"I don’t think he’s like that. He’s very considerate, gentle, and he promised. He probably thinks I’m not ready for his attention to my sexual satisfaction"

"You’re forgetting one thing, Michelle."

"What’s that, Aunt Martha?"

"Who is the one who gets to decide when you are ready! He’s going to lay down the law whether you are ready or not. He’s the one who’s going to be in charge.

If you don’t think that’s what will happen now, you will, once he is on top in bed. There’s no way a woman can stop a charging bull, once the lance is hard and at the ready. Take my advice. When sex is inevitable, relax and enjoy it. All women must learn that early in life. In most cases, the men make all the advances."

"So, I’m a man. Why can’t I be in charge?"

"Go take a good look in the mirror, dearie. You gave up that honor the moment you put on panties and a pair of nylon stockings."

"Leahcim assured me the alien analysis indicated that my becoming feminine is the most reliable way for me to achieve my true destiny in the long run. She also insisted my lifelong happiness is predicated on trying to please a man, instead of foolishly pursuing a girl to take as a wife. Can I help it if it is my innate nature not to be demanding of others? Many women get to acquire what they want from men all the time, without being forceful. Why should it be any different for me?"

"Because, ---well, because, ---well, you got me, Michelle. I suppose you could use feminine wiles to extract some dominance over Mr. Walker, but don’t count on it. He’s a forceful man. Look how he’s advanced in your firm to senior partner, and passed up Lou Lemkins, in spite of Lou teaching him all he knows."

"How do you know Lou Lemkins, Mrs. Grady? I wasn’t aware that you know him."

"Oh. No? Well, we know each other for some time, seeing as how we’re related. We’re second cousins. I thought you knew that. No matter. He was the one who referred you to me about getting a room here. Don’t you recall?"

"Hmm. Must have slipped my mind. Brick said he told Lou Lemkins about how I’ve been changing. That worries me. Have you told him anything about me?"

"Heavens no, girl. Why should I have told him your personal business?

"No reason, just wondering."

Martha Grady feared any further discussion might result in another slip up. She excused herself, telling Michelle that she felt tired and asked if she minded if she didn’t accompany her on her weekly doctor visit.

Michelle didn’t mind. It would give her the opportunity to ask the doctor things to do to make herself more appealing to Brick without Mrs. Grady intervening. She had given Brick oral attention on two separate occasions so far and he offered to reciprocate both times, but once his sexual need was satisfied, Brick behaved in a disinterested way and evaded any attempt to relieve Michael’s tension.

Once she received her weekly shot at the doctor’s office, Michelle explained that she expected to relocate out to the west coast soon and would need her medical records forwarded to a new doctor there, once she chose one. She asked the doctor how to go about finding a doctor as attentive and considerate as she was.

Dr. Adams explained that she subscribed to a nation-wide referral service, which would recommend suitable candidates, once Michelle relayed her new locale. As her treatment proceeded, Dr. Adams was concerned that Michelle understood that total gender reassignment would take considerable time, and not try to rush matters along by taking higher doses of the daily pills than she prescribed.

"Before you leave Atlanta Michelle, I want you to reassure me that you still want to proceed along the lines we first discussed, so that there will be no chance of your new doctor misunderstanding your intentions from my transcripts. You want to appear as feminine as possible, without the loss of your male genitals. You do want to retain ability to have erections and ejaculate unless doing so would make a feminine appearance improbable. Your lover is adamant in his requirement for you to be able to easily pass in public under close scrutiny. Sufficient changes in your appearance must be achieved within the next two months, when you expect a construction project that you are working on will be complete. By that time, you will be expected to make public appearances with him in a feminine role.

Michelle, you already look very convincing. Judging by your present appearance, the only enhancements I think you’ll need are those that will enable you to wear sexy swimwear or very revealing clothes that are in vogue these days. The low dosage hormones I prescribed will enable your breasts and hips to blossom in due time. It’s wise not to rush Mother Nature. Please don’t expect melon-sized cones to appear on your chest overnight. You’ll be disappointed. If you can wait six months, your mammaries will develop in a manner similar to how genetic women mature. You will then have nice cleavage. In a year, you’ll appear to be a healthy young woman. Your hips will flare out just like the other girls’ do. In the meantime, dress conservatively, use padding, and avoid wearing very revealing clothes. For a good deal of that time, you should retain sufficient ability to have erections. IF and when your ability wanes, you will gradually experience many new and different sensations that you will come to prefer, in my opinion."

Michelle looked at the doctor with doe eyes. "Will I look good enough to eat?"

"Oh, my! Is something troubling you, dear?"

"I’m convinced the man in my life wants me for his wife, and he claims he does, but once I give him gratification, he loses all interest in providing me pleasure."

"Welcome to the real world. Most men are slugs. The only way to get them to produce is to demand it from them before you provide it to them. If you want him to reciprocate, dangle sex like candy, but don’t proceed to give him any release until he does you, first. Dance the dance, get him interested, up on the thin edge. Then, keep him there until he floods you with release. Once he’s over the top, he’s done, and there is no way to get him to stay interested. That’s the facts of life, child. Most men are one-shot Derringers, not revolvers.

With all that ‘girl juice’ flowing through your bloodstreams, you must be up tight as a bowstring. It is a common side effect of men taking estrogen. You’ll develop a desire for multiple orgasms, even if you can’t have them. Soon, you may be able to sense inner "petite mortes" and forget all about those nasty spills men have. With the help of a professional trainer, you won’t want hard-ons anymore."

" ‘Petite mortes’? What’s that?"

"That’s French for ‘little deaths’ Michelle. Feminine orgasms are far more intense that those meager, sudden eruptions men enjoy so much. Sadly, most women grow up so repressed; they seldom experience true orgasms. They’re taught by over-zealous parents to repress sexual desires, in fear that they would become wanton hedonists that will go to bed with any man just for the intense pleasure a woman can obtain by indulging in sex. It’s unfortunate. Most women need more deliberate, concerted attention to enable their libidos to trigger orgasms. By the time a woman is ready, the average man is already finished with having sex.

To have orgasms, women must be taught how to cultivate their suitors to provide them with sufficient motivation. In recent times, modern men have become more considerate in that regard. Marital counselors and professional sex therapists do make rewarding careers out of helping mates achieve greater pleasure from sex.

The shots and pill dosage you are now getting will eventually soften your skin and enhance your figure so you will look more like a woman, but in order to give you the ability to have intense internal orgasms women have, the dosage would have to be increased considerably. Even then, many transsexuals cannot reach the level of satisfaction that women can, unless the subjects’ testicles producing male hormones are removed. Initially, you indicated that you want to retain your ability to have erections. At this stage of medical technology, the ability to have erections and the ability to experience inner orgasms are incompatible goals.

It’s wise to be fully aware of the potential consequences of all the alternatives. Looking like a woman in public and responding to sexual stimulus as a woman are two distinctly different issues. You must choose whether you merely wish to appear to be a woman, with a lessened ability to perform as a man, or attempt to replicate the functions of a woman in every way, and completely abandon your manhood. Even after removal of all vestiges of manhood, many transsexuals still lack the ability to enjoy sex as women do, but can perform in bed for a man as any genetic woman does. In my practice, I do not perform the required surgery, but many other doctors do and can alter a man in that regard to defy detection.

If you have deep concerns of being exposed as an imposter, perhaps you may eventually choose to undergo such drastic surgery, or settle for merely have your features enhanced by collagen and with breast or hip implants. There is a wide spectrum of alternatives to consider as you progress. When you first began your treatment, you were advised that you would be able to retain your male capacity to a large degree. The further you seek feminine enhancements, the less likely you are to retain those male functions that you insist on having.

Besides pursuing the medical alternatives, I recommend that you also seriously investigate improving your feminine social graces by attending a charm school."

"Mrs. Grady has been teaching me how to walk and talk like a girl. Won’t that be enough? Brick thinks I look more like a girl than a guy, already. I’ve always been limp-wristed, I guess. That’s why Leachim advised me to consider adopting the role of a woman and admit to being gay in the first place."

"Leachim? Who is she? You haven’t mentioned that name to me previously."

"Someone I met who is male yet looks exactly how I want to look for Brick. She was the first person to tell me I should change to find happiness in life. I wasn’t doing so well, seeking a female spouse. Since this all began, she was the one that showed me it is entirely possible. Since I met her, I discovered my destiny."

"I see. Perhaps she can guide you on improving some of your social graces."

"That’s unlikely. I only met her once, in a dream, a dream that changed my life. She isn’t important, now that I know that this is how I will find happiness. Brick is the important person in my life, now. He’s so handsome and manly, and I believe he truly loves me as I am. I want to become what he desires most, a perfect male spouse for him, yet outwardly, perfectly feminine."

"I see. I have an important question to ask you, Michelle---. If Brick didn’t come into your life, would you still be so intent on pursuing transsexualism?"

"Yes, I believe I would. I believe should have been born a woman. Oddly enough, I wasn’t. I’ll have to make do with what I can be. Feminization is so right for me, even if I wasn’t lucky enough to find a caring man like Brick so soon. Ever since I started, the realization became more and more apparent to me. I’ve never been so content with who I really am inside until I accepted my homosexuality and my feminine tendencies. I have very few doubts, now."

"Then, Michelle, I guess you that you answered the most important question for you to consider. Keep in mind. If you decide upon complete sexual reassignment, there is no turning back. Don’t be too eager to seek alteration via a scalpel."

"Oh, no. I won’t."

"And, don’t let anyone talk you into any surgery that you, yourself don’t think is appropriate for you. Proceed with extreme caution. Okay?"

"I won’t. Thanks, Dr. Adams. Our talk today has been a big help. I’ll remember every word you said. I’d just as soon retain all the plumbing I have. I just want to package it in a manner befitting my sexual personality and become suitable for the wifely role I think will bring me true happiness, even if it isn’t for Brick Walker. Thank you for being such a good friend as well as my doctor."

 

 

Chapter Twelve.

 

The flight to the west coast was a blur. Much happened in a short period of time. The trailer Brick rented in a nearby mobile home park was brand new and fully furnished. All Michelle needed do was to find her way around the nearby town to purchase groceries, amenities and the like. The community was large enough to support all the well-know chain discount stores and a few luxury stores as well to provide the frills that Brick continually showered upon Michelle.

Her feminine wardrobe filled the trailer’s ample closets to capacity with the sexy clothes, and they contained not one bit of clothing for Michelle to use as a means to regress into a male role. Brick’s taste in feminine lingerie ranged from being a bit naughty to outright daring. Michelle was flattered by his generosity as well as his desire for her to appear as feminine as she could possibly could.

The first night they spent together in the trailer, he persuaded Michelle to wear a Victorian corset that felt like a vise around her waist and forced all the soft flesh of his chest into its underwired bra cups. Dressed like a hooker, she decided to put on heavy makeup to match and dutifully serviced him orally, after which Brick collapsed in post-orgasmic ecstasy, ignoring her needs completely.

He was soon fast asleep. She spent a tearful, frustrated hour crying into a pillow before resorting to masturbation in the bathroom to relieve her pent-up passion.

In the morning, she again gave devoted oral attention to Brick’s massive organ. Afterwards, they kissed and cuddled briefly; after which he dressed and left for the office, leaving her total frustrated again. Standing before the bathroom mirror with tears her eyes, she removed her bold makeup. She didn’t want to seem to be aggressive and demand equal attention, but Brick wasn’t playing fair.

As she wiped excess water from her chin, searching for stray facial hairs, which ceased being a nuisance over the past month, the facecloth barely touched an exposed nipple. A surge of energy coursed through Michelle right down to her groin. "Damn it! I have needs, too! Tonight, I’m going to tell him so!"

Michelle spent the entire day pondering over her dilemma.

That evening, Brick arrived early, carrying a large arrangement of cut flowers. As she met him at the door, he presented her with the flowers, and put his massive arms around her from behind when she turned away to search for a suitable vase or container to hold the fragrant assortment. Michelle braced herself at his touch.

"I thought about you all day long, Michelle. I could hardly wait to get here. You must be bored silly with nothing to do during the day but watch television soaps.

I promise to bring you a set of the blueprints to study, as soon as they’re ready. The local zoning board still has to meet and approve the final versions. We can’t break ground until they do. In the meantime, feel free to scout the local malls for decorating ideas and furniture options."

"Fine. I’ll do that. I don’t suppose there’s an extra desk at the office for me to use to go over the prints, is there? I’m not used to living the life of Reilly. You assured me you’d have a job for me at your branch. Have you changed your mind?"

Brick held her back against his chest and rummaged his palms over her sensitive nipples. "I told everyone at the office that you are transferring here from Atlanta to oversee the project. We can’t justify your showing up at the office until we start the construction phase. Meantime, get acquainted with stores in the area.

You’re still on Lou’s payroll, so you don’t have to worry about your income. You’ll live on a hefty expense account as soon as the project gets rolling. Meanwhile, I opened a checking account in your new name and put a thousand dollars into it for starters. I also brought a credit application for you to fill out for a company card. You’ll pay the utilities here and the rent with it until the project is complete."

"In my new name?"

"Sure. This is California. I engaged a discreet law firm to assist in applying for a proper identification and a driver’s license. I have all the details in my briefcase. You can drive here using your Georgia driver’s license for a while, and most of the policemen here won’t be startled by any difference in your appearance, but I don’t want you to worry if someone else asks you for identification." Brick nuzzled his nose up against her neck, with obvious intention.

"Looks as if you’ve thought of everything to insure no one you know discovers my secret. God forbid, I should embarrass you."

"I was thinking about avoiding embarrassment for you too, Michelle. Would you prefer the local merchants knowing? Soon, the neighbors would know? People in California are liberal, but why flaunt with danger. Let’s be discreet."

"You’re right. I’m being over-sensitive."

"And I love it. I can feel how sensitive your nipples are, right through your blouse. Turn around and let me set them free."

"Men! That’s all you ever think about. First, let me find something to hold these flowers; then I’ll put on something sexy for you, so you can play. I’ll bet you had to carry your briefcase in front of you all day long."

"Hurry! Put on something that will afford easy access to you."

"Go pick out something. I’ll arrange these and start your supper."

As Brick walked away, into the bedroom, Michelle could swear she overheard him tell her not to start supper, because what he was hungry for didn’t need any cooking, and just needed to be heated up. From the bedroom, he told her what he had in mind laid out waiting for her. He then went into the bathroom.

She could hear the shower running. When she got to the bedroom, she found a pair of black nylons on the bed with lace tops, and a matching garter belt. There was no bra to conceal her flat, boyish chest. She assumed he merely was being a typical, absent-minded, anxious male. She instinctively went to her bureau and found a padded bra to match. Then, she put it back and selected one without any padding, one that cradled her meager pectorals, but left her erect nipples fully exposed. After all, he did express undue interest in her nubbins when he arrived.

Once she changed, she combed her hair, drew the bedroom drapes closed to enhance the atmosphere of her boudoir and took the coverlet off the huge bed. Slinking under the pink satin sheet, she lay down on her back and awaited him.

As the door to the bathroom opened, he stood in the doorway, a dark silhouette.

Before she knew it, he was in bed with her, lavishing her with kisses, with hands roaming all over her. This was unlike Brick. Until now, he had been reserved, and ingressive. He expected her to worship his body but hadn’t reciprocated in kind.

He tweaked her nipples, while lying prone on top of her, weight on his knees and elbows. His tongue scoured her mouth, flittered over her eyes, and plummeted into each ear in turn, all while rubbing her chest and belly with his hirsute body. In no time flat, he had her breathing heavily.

Then his lips traced down her neck and found a nipple. He suckled greedily at one tiny nubbin, and then the other. As he did, with his powerful muscular thighs, he spread her legs, his back bent over. His rampant member slid back and forth across hers, which was growing firm from the marvelous friction, almost as firm as his was.

With a quick motion of one hand, he directed his sword downward. This was it! Michelle was sure he would mount her, and devastate her. She held her breath!

His manhood parted the crease of her nether cheeks, but he did not attempt to penetrate her, impale her. Her passion mounted, in dread of pain, but with dire want of his dominance, she clung to his back, hands entwined around his neck, drawing his mouth tighter around the nipple upon which he eagerly gnawed. The words of Aunt Martha filled her head. "When sex is inevitable, relax and enjoy."

She felt the full force of his weight, as he plunged into her nether crease without anal penetration. The immense heat of his member caused her to tighten the muscles of her bum to feel the full intensity of each lunge.

He shifted beneath her, switching his oral attention to her other firm nipple. Then, he resumed rocking back and forth, sending that wonderful cock of his back deep into the juncture of her thighs. She lifted both her legs, wrapping them around his thick pumping loins and resumed tensing her buns to engulf his thick shaft.

"Yes, yes, do it! Do it now! Enter me! Take me!"

He ignored her and continued to plummet his cock between her ass cheeks. To distract her from the sensations of being ridden by his phalanx, he gently bit down on her swollen nipple. "Arrrghh! Oh, yyyessssss! More!" She continued to wail as he repeatedly scraped his teeth over her tiny breast. Then he repeated the attention to her other nipple until her chest was on fire with sweet, vibrant lust. Just when she thought she could stand no more, he stopped, disengaged himself from her and swung around over her, so that his rigid cock hung down perilously above her mouth.

"No Brick! Please don’t stop now! Finish what you started!"

Suddenly, she felt the silken triangle of cloth covering her firm penis draw to one side and soothing warmth descend over her. First, just the crown, then the entire shaft! Brick had taken her excited, boyish staff into his mouth! In an unexpected, move, he was attending to her neglected needs. She felt his shaft descend onto her chest, his tight sac against her neck. Looming above her, his firm buttocks beckoned her. She leaned forward and kissed each bum, inhaling the pungent scent of his sweat and the residual fragrance of his bath soap.

In utter, wanton abandon, she collapsed. All the tenseness left, as she sensed the pulsing flow of a rivulet of emotion escape her, emanating from deep inside, beyond her ability to control. Never in her life had her lust been so well satisfied.

Brick continued to suckle, long after she had become flaccid. When he sensed Michelle reached twilight of consciousness, he then rose, left her, returned and cradled her in his arms, awakening her by wiping his discharge from her chest.

"Oh, my! Brick darling, that was incredible!" She then drifted into a deep sleep.

After all, she was still a man, a Derringer, not a repeater. All men are slugs who lose interest in others’ needs, once theirs are satisfied. Right? How about you?

 

 

At this point, dear reader, I invite you to finish the story to your liking. ---That is, if you are much different than most men and don’t lose interest, --- so easily.

Fini

 

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