Chapter #4Mike needs to pee by: JR   Finally Mike as he stopped sobbing, wiping away the tears, the realization finally hit him. The sensation had gotten to the point where it could no longer be ignored. His sense of urgency was heightened as my body ran to the toilet.
Without much thought, or care, Mike swiftly lifted my nightie as he sat down. The relief of the warm pee was welcoming, but quickly horror filled my mind. This teenager was seeing, no feeling, one of my most intimate actions. Mike was equally disgusting, but a part of him was intrigued. His mind was noticing the difference between his new parts vs his old parts. As the stream ended, he gingerly took a wad of toilet paper, then paused. He had already probed my vagina, but that had been inadvertent. More of confirmation of his new sex. This was something more.
Lightly he dabbed the wet area with the toilet paper. Very clinical at first. He had done a good enough job. Now raise up my nightie. That quickly changed as the piece of toilet paper fell into the water, but my fingers remained frozen near my vagina. There was hesitation. Please Mike, don’t. I desperately screamed out to him. To no avail, a single finger moved forward and delicately probed my vagina. I had years of experience in this department, but this was Mike’s first steps into the feminine mystique. With all of my might, I attempted to bring back my finger. Betraying my feelings, my finger probed deeper. Mike yelped as my bright red fingernail brushed against my clit. We both felt the jolting sensation run by up my spine, me in horror - him in pleasure. He paused at this new sensation. Much more sensitive than when his penis had an erection. Fully entranced by his new pussy, Mike bent his legs outward to get a good look at it. I generally kept the area clean, shaved into a tasteful blonde triangle, which pointed down to my pussy. Before I had joked that it was directions for men on where to put their penis. Mike’s breathing became more swallow as he got a good look as his first ever, alive vagina. It rhythmically pulsed with each breath was taken in. I could see that my own body was becoming horny in response. With my mind no longer in control and instead replaced by a teenager’s horny mind, the sight of my mature body was enough to set him off.
Mike had viewed enough and began to explore the area again with a finger. He delicately, thankfully, pulled back my labia, allowing a full view of my vagina. His attention was focused on the clitoris. He had heard about this before from some of his teammates, who said this is where the g-spot was. Putting 2 + 2 together, Mike realized that this must have been what he brushed against. Hesitating again, he wondered if he should count. Yes listen to your better judgement. My body isn’t a toy.
My finger brushed, gingerly at first, then as the sensation increased, became a more vigorous stroking. Naturally I could feel my nipples hardened in response. Giving into the feeling, my eyes closed, and feet arched. Subconsciously, my hand snuck under my nightie and gently kneaded on a now erect nipple. Finally my body responded with a crescendo of pleasure. Mike screamed out in ecstasy, to my embarrassment. What would my neighbors think? Sure I had masturbated before, but it had been in intimate manner. Mike was aggressive and gruffer.
This was further reinforced as he quickly back to work to, after taking a few minutes to cool down. The nightie was quickly discarded as he prepared for round two. One hand continued to work on the newly found pleasure behind his legs, the other worked on kneading the now free nipple. My eyes glanced down at my naked breasts. A sizable nipple adorned each equally sizable breast, a few months ago they were measured at 38DD. Sure, I was getting up in age, but that still a relative firmness and roundness to them. Though Mike was more interested in their size. Another first, his first breasts that he had seen. Cupping one of my boobs, he brought upward, for a closer inspection. Now stiffened, the pink nipple trembled. Mike was turned on by his new body. A devilish thought entered my mind. One that I had never considered. Raising my boob a little more, the pink nipple was within striking distance. My mouth lowered and wrapped itself around the hardened nipple. I have had many lovers suck on them before, but even for me the sensation was new as my tongue flicked on my nipple. Sounds of feminine groans and squeals filled the room, as Mike brought my body once again to a successful orgasm.
Now he basked in the glory of the it, as he collapsed against the back of the toilet. I could only cry in response. My body had used and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
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