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Her cock in my mouth
While I was consumed with her cock in my mouth Lisa had started working on opening my ass to receive her. She had worked up to three fingers that were pumping deep within me and she was again sucking on my now hard cock. Days ago that piece of meet wouldn't do anything and now it was working overtime. Lisa stopped and pulled out of my mouth and swung around on the bed again. Then she rolled me over to my stomach and slightly spread my legs. I could feel her deep breaths heating the back of my neck. The satin sheets were driving my breasts wild with their new sensations. Lisa started to push her cock into me and I raised my ass to meet her, to allow her greater access into me, to allow her to press herself deep within. She started with a very slow and steady push and it seemed to last forever until all 9 inches of her were buried against me and I could feel her ball sack resting against mine. Slowly she started to pull out, the same speed at which she had gone in. Again it was taking forever and I could feel every inch as it slowly moved from deep within me to her head reaching my sphincter.
And then back again, with the same slow motion until she bottomed out. With each push and pull my breasts slipped and slid along the satin sheet sending jolts of electricity down my body and causing my ass to tighten around her rod. She started to speed up, and then she started to lift me from the waist off the bed. Soon I was in a new position for me, doggy style, with me on all fours and Lisa slowly pumping her nine inches in and out of me, deeper than she had ever gone before. I could feel the head running along the insides just behind the stomach, and I knew that I had never been so penetrated before. My own cock was leaking precum all over the sheets as Lisa continued the assault on my ass. Then she started to speed up. Her breath started to come in short bursts and was getting raspy. I knew she was getting close and I wanted to please her more than ever. I pressed down and tightened every muscle in my stomach and my ass in order to increase the friction and the pleasure. She moved faster and faster, her strokes going deeper and deeper into me. She was into my ass as far as she could go when I felt her start to expand even more and then felt the warm release of her cum into my ass. She pulled out, and plunged back in. Again and again.
I couldn't take it any more and I ejaculated all over the satin sheet, and she continued to plunge within me. Over and over. She wasn't going to let this end, and while I started to feel her get a tad soft, she hardened right up as she continued to plunge into me. And then she was expanding again. She was placing her seed in me a second time, just as deep as before. I started to cry with pleasure and she leaned backwards and spew forth again. Lisa flopped forward, her breasts in my back, her lips covering the back of my neck with small kisses. We held that position until I could hold her no longer and I felt her slide out of me as she started to shrink in size. "You made the mess on the sheets, now you have to clean it up." She said with a smile.
I was drenched in her sweat and mine, exhausted, and I rolled out of bed and got the new set of sheets from the alcove in the hall. They weren't satin, and that was a tad depressing, as I had loved the feel of the satin across my body. Lisa had the bed stripped when I got back and together we put the new sheets on the bed. At about this time I became aware of the simple fact that Lisa had gotten dressed for bed and I had not.
Then again, I normally just wore my shorts to bed, but the only pair I had were the ones I had been wearing all day long and they were not what I wanted to wear to bed tonight. Lisa noticed the dilemma I was facing even though I had not said a word and smiled. "No you can't go to bed in the buff, I have something that you can wear that will fit." And she drew out a PJ set made of the same material as the sheets we had just tossed away. I put on the satin top and it sent jolts through me as the satin slipped across my hairless chest. I then was about to put on the pants that went with the set and Lisa said, "not without something else on." And tossed me a set of panties. I put them on and then the PJ bottoms and we got into bed together, almost like matching sisters, except she was a beautiful girl and I was, well just what was I now? Before I had a great deal of time to ponder that Lisa leaned over to kiss me good night and shut down the light. I slept in her arms. I was at peace and felt sexy and loved. I woke up alone and heard Lisa in the kitchen. As I got out of bed I saw my reflection in the mirror for the first time. There I was wearing pink satin baby doll PJs and if it weren't for the short hair on my head and the lack of a definable figure I would say I looked kind of cute. That was odd. I was looking at me, a guy, and I thought I looked kind of cute. Well, maybe it was due to the fact that I thought I looked kind of like a girl. Not an attractive girl, as my figure was well, not a girls, but with all my hair gone I could see a sort of androgynous look about me. I went in to see what Lisa was doing.
As I rounded the corner Lisa saw me out of the corner of her eye. "WOW!" she said. "Huh?" I answered. Amazing, two college educated people and this is the best conversation we could have. Maybe it was the need to fully wake up. "No, you look real sexy, with a touch of makeup you would be so hot." Now, I don't know why, maybe it was the sleep deprivation from two nights of wild sex, but I did something that wasn't like me, I retorted back. "Right. There is no way that I could be passable as a girl, I saw my reflection and there is no way." "Really dear? I bet you're wrong. I see a canvas just waiting to be finished, you are sexy and with just a little bit of work, you can be hot. I bet I could do it in less than 4 hours, I mean `do it' as in make you agree that you look hot." Okay, that was twice she had said I would look hot and I knew what I had seen. There was no way that she was going to be able to do that. "Fine, you want to bet? I'll take that wager, but what is the prize?" "If I can get you to agree that you look sexy and hot, you will agree to let your hair grow out and I get to keep, ummm, two of that things I do to you." "And what do I get if you are finished and you fail?"
I asked in a challenge response. "You get to pick both the restaurant and the movies we see for the rest of the month." She retorted a bit too quickly. I agreed to her experiment. And I started to work out our dining out schedule in our head. With that out of the way I sat down with her at the counter and started to eat the fantastic breakfast, ummm, looking at the clock maybe brunch, she made. She finished up before I did and walked off to the bathroom while I finished the plate and took mine to join hers in the sink. As I turned I remembered one of the house rules.
The person who didn't cook gets to clean. I turned back to the sink and busied myself with the dishes as I heard Lisa rummaging around in the master bedroom and spare bedroom closets. Just about the time I finished I heard her say, "Hurry up, I have a bet to win." And I marched off to the master bedroom to see what we had in store for this lazy Sunday morning.









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