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New TG: Cute, 3/10 by Vickie Tern M/F m/F M/m F/F etc. Femdom too.
The sex in this story is sometimes heavy and explicit, though not
cruel, so you may not wish to read it. If you shouldn't
read it because you're underaged or overly judgemental, don't.
All comments welcome: VickieTern@AOL.COM
(c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be freely reposted, but only on
free archives.
iii.
The next morning I woke up a little ahead of Laurie, and careful
not to disturb him I went into the bathroom, pulled off my
marvelously empowering prick panties, and set them reverently aside
to be rinsed out and used again. As I sat down on the toilet to
pee and my urine gushed out of me into the water I remembered
vividly the previous night's especially strange events, those
squeals from Laurie as I squeezed my pee into his bowels. 'He
can't have known what it was' I was thinking. 'Still, maybe I
should be saving this load for our next time? No, when I need more
of me for him, I'll want him to have it hot from my body.'
My thoughts wandered. Would it do him any harm? No, urine from a
healthy body is sterile. If I were pregnant, now that would be a
different matter -- a pregnant female's urine is rich in estrogen.
That's what Premarin is, those birth control and menopause hormone
replacement pills, estrogen from the urine of pregnant mares.
Would I really mind my darling increasing his estrogen intake,
becoming even prettier than he is? Would he mind? Not if every
step is pleasure for him, if he understands that I want it even
more than he does. Did he even need to know, at first? No pills
for the present, estrogen by mouth needs a doctor's supervision,
because there can be liver complications. Estrogen by injection
also needs a doctor to administer it. So that's best for later,
when he's already seen how pleasant the primrose path can be, and
he's accepted it.
But I've already established a girl-juice delivery system, I
realized! The same route that would change his mind about lots of
other things. Perfect! By the time he comes aware of what's
happening to him, he'll be more than ready for more! If I do this
right!'
By the time I stood up and blotted myself, my biggest problem had
been solved. The rest, I realized, was easy. Laurie was so
trusting! And in this case I did have his best interests at heart.
Our best interests -- I was saving our marriage from a powerful
threat! I quietly got back into bed, and as I lay alongside him
watching him sleep, feeling so loving that I could scarcely
breathe, he opened his eyes and looked at me. And smiled. I felt
ecstatic!
I reached for his penis. It was already stiff. What could he have
been thinking?
"Thank you, lover," I told him. "That was exactly what I needed!
How did you know?"
"I knew," he replied.
"I'll need more, you know."
"I know." He looked so satisfied with himself! Katie, I was as
happy for him as I was for me, so for once I didn't tease him to
bring him back down to earth. Instead I leaned over him and kissed
him, mildly in the hollow of his neck. We had places to visit.
"Mmmm!" he said.
I slid my leg and hips over onto his body, and kissed him again on
the neck. Then just by tilting my pelvis back ever so slightly I
fit that pretty prick of his into me.
"Mmmmmmm!" he said, this time a slight smile emerging. I *loved*
it, what I was about to do.
"You think so?" I responded. "What about this?"
And I centered my puckered lips on his left nipple, the one closest
to me, then licked it. It was a man's nipple, a little nubbin the
size of my clit, in the middle of an areola the size of a penny.
Miniature, but erogenous and erectile, like mine. I had noticed
that last night, when I touched it and he sort of shivered in
delight. And again this morning! I slid up and down on his pole,
but only once.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," he said.
"You have two of these," I told him, and I briefly did the same
with the other. He responded the same way. Then as I returned to
nibble the first I glanced up at his face. Katie, it was
remarkable! His expression had softened even more, though I hadn't
thought it possible! It had taken on a seriousness, almost a
yearning, an intense interior concentration. His eyes were lightly
closed but his mouth was open, as if he'd need soon to gasp for
air. Perfect! I held my hips almost still, and for the next five
minutes I flicked, licked and sucked on his nipples while he lay
absolutely still amd breathed shallowly, afraid that with any
movement on his part I'd stop. He did begin to lunge up into me
once, and I waited until he came back down to continue. So I had
control over his pelvis. He lay there quietly, ecstatic, barely
breathing, contained by me, absolutely in my power!
Time to raise the ante.
"These give you great pleasure, don't they?" I breathed, taking his
whole areola into my mouth as if I were nursing on him.
"Yes," he said. "They do."
"Your breasts, I mean." Let him think that's what his chest was
from now on, I was thinking.
"Yes." And he moaned slightly as I flicked my tongue an a nipple.
"They feel good?"
"Oh yes!"
"Like mine."
"Yes."
"You like breasts like mine?" I asked him.
"I love yours," he said.
"Lift yours to my mouth, lover," I told him. "Push it up
underneath so I can hold all of you in my mouth."
He was confused.
"Like this," I said. I reached beneath his other nipple and gently
cupped up the skin and a little of the tissue underneath. Not much
there, a Barbie-sized bulge, but it was a beginning! I lowered my
mouth and now had a whole little mound to nurse on, as I did. He
returned to his dreamy smile, eyes closed.
"Offer me your other breast," I told him gently.
Katie, he did. Just like a nursing mother! I sucked and nibbled
on his flesh and he looked down on me so sweetly, so satisfied, and
he gave a long, contented sigh. All the while his cock was swollen
inside me, rigid, but I scarcely moved on it. Just enough to keep
him aware. I liften my mouth and then stretched up until my chest
was over his face, my breasts hanging down inches from his eyes.
"You love what you see?"
In reply he tried to lift his head to take one into his mouth, but
I raised up as if accidentally. "Yes, sweetheart," he said.
"Mine are bigger than yours."
"Yes they are!"
"More is better."
"Yes."
"More would feel better too!"
"Yes."
"You like big breasts like mine, Laurie?"
"Oh, yes!"
"I want to offer you breasts like mine, Laurie," I said. "Is that
what you want?" To distract him from the ambiguity of what I was
saying, I closed my thighs on him and wriggled my hips. Once.
"Yes!" he said, opening his eyes and seeing the white globe of one
of my boobs, tipped by a fat nipple, dangling not an inch above his
mouth. "Oh, God, Yes!"
I held off a moment. "Big as mine are, for your very own?" He was
too desirous to notice how my teasing had shifted meaning.
"Yes!"
"You're sure? Say it! Say 'I'd love big breasts. I want them for
my very own.'"
He could scarcely speak, Katie! This was so exciting for me that
my nipples were swollen, I've never seen them so big! And one of
them hanging only an inch from his mouth. But he said the words!
"Then you'll have them, love! My special gift to you! Your own
breasts, big as mine, your very own! These! Like these! Good?"
My poor sweetheart was absolutely out of his mind, no longer
hearing me. He was still in the erotic glow of my suckling on his
beginner's breasts, and so eager to suckle himself on my big-time
boobs he'd have sold himself into slavery, I'm sure. And don't
think that thought didn't occur to me at that moment too!
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!"
"Remember that you asked me for them! There'll be no going back!
And I do want you to have them! Just like mine! Here!"
He strained to lift his head to take my nipple into his pursed
mouth. I wrapped my arms around that same dear head and lowered my
breast into his face, so my nipple and part of the breast itself
filled his mouth and even squashed a bit against his cheeks. Mouth
bulging, he tongued me with eager desperation, his lips pursing on
me over and over!
"My baby!" I told him. "Your very own breasts, a woman's breasts,
yours," I crooned. "Remember!"
His mouth worked hungrily on me. I wished I had milk to feed him.
In due time, maybe. But mischievously, I just had to say just one
more thing. "Of course when you have them you'll need bras to keep
them in," I said. "You'll like them."
His eyes opened, momentarily confused. He did like bras, I knew,
and I always wore sexy ones for him to see when I was dressing or
changing. But he couldn't say anything with his mouth stuffed, so
he closed them again. And it was done. I let him suckle me a
while and then pulled out of his mouth.
"More later, sweetheart! For the rest of our lives we'll do this!"
And to his dismay, gently I pulled myself up off him and then
slipped out of bed. His poor hungry cock stood straight up in the
air, glistening wet. He looked at me yearningly. I felt momentary
pity, but suppressed it by reminding myself how my power over him
had felt last night. It was important, that show business slogan,
'Always leave them wanting more!'
"Maybe later, baby!" But I knew that from then on there would be
no later for him. My pussy from now on would be only a holding
area for his prick, the seat of his desire and hope, but not the
source of his fulfillment. That had to change. For what I had to
do he had to feel partly aroused always, ready to do whatever I
wanted, so it would always feel touched with erotic need. I knew
now that I could keep him in that state. I wanted him to feel good
when I was nursing his breasts, but feel complete sexual
satisfaction only when I gave him a good round fucking. I wanted
him to cum only when a cock was working in and out of his ass, so
he'd begin to crave the feeling. Well, maybe on rare occasions I'd
let him cum when it was in my mouth, if I ever did take him into my
mouth. Maybe when his face was already in my ass and it was
friendly reciprocity, natural. That's how I might reward him when
he'd been an especially good girl.
We had such a wonderful future in store together!
"You just stay in bed, baby, and I'll get breakfast." I smiled at
him. He smiled back. He was so dear to me at that moment, Katie,
that my heart melted, and I almost leaped back into bed with him,
my new plans forgotten. But no. This was for both of us. I had
to be strong.
Once in the kitchen I called Janet, you remember her, Katie, we've
all had dinner together few times, she has that bruiser of a
husband with a factory that manufactures something or other. Yes,
she's been my gynecologist for a few years now, not that I've
needed one except for checkups. She got to her office early even
on Saturdays, I knew.
"Janet," I said right off, "Remember those new vaginal
suppositories you told me about a few months ago?"
"That's your breakfast table conversation these days?" she replied.
"Suppositories? For birth control? Yes."
"I was thinking, I'd like to try them after all. Even though you
thought the dosage a little high and they're fairly expensive."
"Doesn't your pills prescription still have a year to run?"
It did. "No, it's about run out."
"OK, same thing, I'll prescribe the double strength and you'll cut
them in half before you use them?" That was one of my little
economies that amused her. Double and triple strength
pharmaceuticals often cost only a small fraction more than the
standard low dosages. That's true, Katie, see for yourself! "I'll
phone it in right away," she added.
"Wonderful," I said. "And some of that Premarin Cream you
prescribed for me last month for dryness down there?"
"No need for a new one," she replied. "I prescribed for twelve
renewals, just in case. Just ask your pharmacy for more, and
you'll get it."
In fact, Janet always forgot to factor in my halving of those
double strengths, so she always wrote my prescriptions for two
years in effect without realizing it. I had a lot of accumulated
estrogen and progestin around the house. "Fine," I said. "Let's
get together soon," I said. And hung up.
That was how I began preparing Laurie for his new life. That
Saturday was the first morning I really took charge of both of our
lives, and it felt good! I told him we were going shopping
together again, like last week. I had prescriptions to pick up,
and as for the rest, we'd see. Since we'd had such a good time
giggling together about the Walmart clerk and that woman who'd
mistaken him for a girl, I told him I wanted to do up his hair
again, and then we'd see what happens.
"It isn't enough that last night you used me like some back alley
whore?" he asked me, grinning at me satisfied?
"It was your idea, girly," I said, "You're the whore who sold me on
the idea! And wasn't it fun? Even though I never paid you? Even
though in fact I stiffed you?"
"Yes, you did," he said, grinning at me even more broadly. Then he
turned solemn. "Sweetie, all week long you were so desperate, so
forlorn, it was breaking my heart! I had to do something to change
your mood. I wanted you to feel that you're the boss. I wanted
you to feel in your bones that as far as I'm concerned, you're the
absolute ruler of your own life."
"And of yours too?" He gave me that opening, Katie! How could I
not walk through it?
"Mine too," he said, not even noticing what he was delivering to
me. But I did! "Can you tell me what's wrong?"
"No," I replied. "It's over now. I've solved it, thanks to you.
Some day I'll tell you, if it matters."
He took me by the shoulders and kissed me. "All right," he said.
"Whatever you say!"
Whatever? Opportunity knocking louder than ever! I threw open the
door! I took him by his shoulders and kissed him too. I had the
feeling I was kissing his manhood goodbye, though of course he'd
never have guessed such a thing. Then I looked at him quietly,
assessing what was involved. He really was a cute man, my hubby!
With those features he'd be an even cuter girl! And did I have a
choice? Did I want a choice? I kissed him again, tenderly, full
on the lips. Then romantically, holding him around his shoulders
and bending him slightly back, and I put my tongue between his
lips, man to woman! Then before he could struggle or overcome his
surprise, I let go.
"I love you," I said to my husband, thinking it was the last time
I would be saying this to my husband, looking him full in the eyes.
"I want to be with you forever!"
"Then that's what we'll be," he said. "No matter what!" He was
reassuring me! The poor dear had no idea what the 'what' was going
to be! But I did.
"I'm the absolute ruler?" I reiterated? "Whatever I say?"
"Of course!"
"All right, Laurie," I said. "We'll go shopping. I need to pick
up a few things. But this time I not only want to do up your hair,
I want to do up some other things too."
"Like what?" He sounded a little wary.
"That's for me to know and you to find out!" I said. "Trust me?"
"Of course."
"Then we'll go have some fun. Come back to the bedroom! No, not
for that! I want to do some other things to you!"
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