When I married Winnie between college semesters, we went on down to visit her family, invited to hold the wedding there. Given that I was an only child, an orphan, with parents that were each only children, made it far easier on me since I had no roots left keeping me from choosing the town she grew up in for the ceremony.
Now I'd like to make it clear that one of the key things that kept me in Winnie's orbit was my always feeling good about myself around her; she always managed to put me at my ease. We cuddled, we snuggled, we made out... and she made me a man. She even explained how I should do this in order to minimize her pain in becoming a woman with me at the same time.
She was able to explain a lot of details as we shared each other for our first times. There was just something special that made us both feel like we belonged to each other, all reinforced during our post-coital gaze into our partner's eyes.
I will admit that I occasionally wondered how she'd gotten to know so many little details and advice about sex despite having a hymen to break but these thoughts didn't occur often. While I will admit right here that it is far easier to think clearly once your prostate gland and testicles have been either sucked dry or fucked out, you also don't tend to have any doubts about the one person working hard at keeping me drained of sexual fluids.. I guess, now, that it is a case of choosing not to look the gift horse in the mouth.
Winnie was able to vary our encounters enough so that I never felt like our sexual relationship could go stale. At the same time I was comfortable with doing things she liked to do, sexual or not. I would never have believed that I'd enjoy going to a classical music concert or even opera. I was also not disappointed when she turned up her nose at Country/Western music.
There were times when Winnie told me I was a real prize for her. This usually happened around the times she sucked my genitals dry.
It is hard to not feel special and loved when your partner does this. I hope Winnie felt at least as special when I use my mouth on her...
Now I'm a male, a guy, a man... and I didn't understand why she wasn't as desperate to get off as I was. I still tried to do my best for her, in bed and out. Fortunately she was interested often enough for my experience levels at licking her into shape improved, albeit not as quickly as hers did.
You could say we had an active sex life. And, yeah, saying just that would have qualified as an understatement.
None of my friends were close enough to me to be willing to relate my good fortune in finding and wooing Winnie. I sometimes think the real reason I had for not boasting was to avoid triggering competition.
When we got an apartment to share for the second semester of our Sophomore year I'd expected complaints from her folks, who, by that time, I had met over Winter Break. I did see smiles from her folks and her dad seemed pretty laid back.
Living with Winnie was an eye-opener; she spent her time in the apartment nude and soon had me join her in nudity within our walls. What soon bothered me is that I couldn't hide my arousal, so, every time she saw me get an erection, she'd approach me, kiss me, and kneel to take it right down, no matter her mood, no matter how much I told her not to bother with it or otherwise leave a hard dick alone.
I don't know, though. Oh, yes, I felt wonderful given her keeping me drained of semen, but, there were times that I felt guilty. Like the times when she'd be feeling under the weather. At times I wanted to wear clothes in the house just so that she wouldn't see me get hard and feel compelled to act as a softener. It didn't take long for me to acquire some control so that she'd not see an erection when she was feeling poorly.
Thankfully she was seldom under the weather.
I will tell you here that an enthusiastic morning fuck, a couple of happy-faced blow-jobs during the day and a nightcap of another brain-shattering fuck would not just put us both to sleep but did two extra things for me: first, this regimen kept me incredibly relaxed, and, second, unsolicited erections were far more unlikely.
So I'd adapted to her. I didn't realize, at the time, that she hadn't had to adapt far to me. Or that she had a plan.
We didn't have to get married, of course. No, we didn't have to, she didn't push it, but I was eager to. More eager than she was, for a while there, but she'd become comfortable with the idea.
Why did I press to marry her?
Because I love her. I loved her then and I still love her now, many years later. I have learned, over the years, how to recognize how much she loved and loves me, too.
I'm also selfish; I wanted to keep her.
So we arrived at her folks' home in Pennsylvania. It was a big older house with a lot of property around it and several out-buildings, including some cabins off in wooded sections. It seemed an incredibly comfortable place, with a tall fence giving privacy around most of it.
My first shock on arrival came from seeing how her family was dressed.
All right, so I said that wrong. They weren't dressed. All of her family was nude. And the sight that greeted us on entry was the wife of Winnie's older brother Walter, a very pretty, sweet, attractive and obviously pregnant Karen. Both her and her husband were nude... no, they were naked. We found them in a pose I was used to being in with Winnie: her on her knees in front of him working to drain his hard dick.
We were still dressed, making us stand out as the "odd ones", and my fiance got my attention and told me to strip as she started peeling off her own clothes.
And, yeah, I was uncomfortable showing my erection in front of Winnie's whole family.
Before Walter could get drained by Karen, Winnie started to soften me up. Usually I get much harder going through this protocol long before I can get softer.
Then Winnie blew my mind, instead of my dick, by pulling back from me and calling over "Karen, wanna try mine?"
I saw my future sister-in-law nod before the girls got up and traded dicks, as I stood there, stunned into inaction.
Karen wasn't as talented as Winnie, but, I will admit, not by much. I swear the two women timed things so both Walter and I came at the same time. Of course it was likely Winnie had to work at it more than Karen given that we hadn't had any opportunities for Winnie to drain my balls before we got here.
As I calmed down I somehow collected enough brain cells to look around at the rest of her family.
It is in this survey that I learned where Winnie had learned and honed her oral skills. Heck, this was probably where Karen was learning, too. I thanked Karen before blushing, then watched as Winnie's mother Miranda drained her own husband William's balls. The three teens at the couch with them were also busy-- Winnie's twin sisters Camille and Cecile were draining their younger brother Chris. I've heard of double-teaming but had never seen it done before. If I hadn't been freshly emptied I would've gotten hard just by watching and hearing them go at it.
Reality had obviously skipped a cog. This seemed far too weird, especially given how wonderful this situation catered to the menfolk. I dunno, maybe I spent far too much time in trying to be a "sensitive caring" male as some feminists claimed to want, so the discomfort and guilt I felt for being with such a wonderful woman like Winnie came to the fore.
Well, reality may have gone off on a kegger somewhere, but we soon were all relaxed as we got comfortable with each other, albeit in the nude.
Chris, being only fifteen, would get a woodie every ten to twenty minutes and the twins would take turns taking it down for him. I was startled when I saw Karen and then Winnie each take a turn, too.
I finally asked, out of the blue, "So, what's the story, here? Why so much oral sex?"
Miranda looked me in the eye: "How do you feel? Angry? Hurt? Offended?"
I had to think about this. I didn't feel upset at all. In fact, I felt pretty damn relaxed and I told her so, with "I don't feel much, right now. I'm... I'm... relaxed. I can't explain it."
Miranda smirked. I saw the other women, even Karen, smile. "Look at my husband. How does he look?"
There was only one answer to that: "Content. Like nothing is bothering him."
Miranda nodded. "Well, I learned early on, that if I ignore my husband's sex drive and let any of his testosterone build up, he gets irritable and even angry, even if he can't see it himself. He gets aggressive, and not always in a sexual way. I'm not sure where I got the idea, but, by sucking and fucking him into a state close to a limp rag, he doesn't get aggressive. It didn't take long for me to realize that it took a whole shitload and a half of sex for a man to be relaxed enough to be loving. Giving him 'just enough', like a 'minimum daily allowance', wasn't doing the trick, so I went to find his limits. So, like Linus Pauling had advised with Vitamin C, I went for mega-doses of vitamins B, J and F, and, doing so, I pushed him right to his sexual limits."
I looked over at Winnie, then back to her mom. "But... how can you do that? What do you get out of it? Winnie isn't usually anywhere near as eager for me to reciprocate, so, ummm... Why bother?"
Miranda looked into William's eyes and he looked back. My heart almost stopped at the looks on their faces and eyes-- I'd seen the same on Winnie. I looked over and Winnie's eyes met mine and we, too, melted. I hoped I looked as good to her as she looked to me.
When we snapped out of it-- and there was a pause as Karen and Winnie dove on Walter after he'd snapped out of it with a new erection-- I renewed my question to my future mother-in-law: "So, really, what's the advantage that makes this... work... worth your time?"
Miranda smiled at me. "My husband is a happy, content, man, who is loyal to me. He loves me as much as I do him. He has learned that I don't often want him to show his love for me sexually so he does a lot of loving things for me that I really enjoy. In other words, he-- and both you and Walter-- are, to be honest, pussy-whipped. And you love it. And you can't help but want to see your wives happy... and your wives want you to be happy, too. By keeping you well and truly drained, your wife gets a man who is happy with her and affectionate."
I nodded, starting to understand. "What of Chris, though?"
William answered this one, with "You'd be surprised how easy it is to put up with a teen-ager who gets his brains sucked out on a frequent basis. He behaves very well. He does well in school. He also is comfortable with other people."
All right, this makes some sense. "But why the twins?"
Now Camille and Cecile are both attractive sixteen year-old girls, albeit rather thin, like their oldest sister. It was Camille who looked to me and said "Like Winnie, we want to find husbands. Knowing how to do this-- and being really good at it-- makes it easier for us in the future... and for now keeps our brother happy, cooperative and helpful which really pays off around the house. He is a lot easier to live with given some of the stories we hear from our girl friends!"
It bothered me that there was no apparent downside to this. Excepting, of course, that it seemed like a subservient act. "So, isn't it a bit submissive to give a blow-job every time we men get a hard-on? It always spooked me how Winnie would go down on me even when she wasn't feeling very well."
Miranda laughed. "You know that line in the Bible? The master shall be the servant and vice versa? When we women have our mouths there, we are calling the shots. We are in control. Yeah, it may look submissive, but we have you men by the balls. I've heard the party line about it being degrading but I'm certain that my daughter Winnie has already seen the glow of love and devotion in your eyes when she's doing it right. A lot of folk have no clue of the power and control it gives us! At the same time, you might have noticed how sensitive Winnie is to your affection, too, when you are the master of her heart. It's a balance. We keep the testosterone down so that you can concentrate on being a good lover. And, to be perfectly honest, I have more power over my husband when I'm on my knees than most egotistical women would ever be able to believe. He loves me. And, by keeping him happy, he knows how much I love him. Long ago he had major problems feeling loved, no matter how much I told him, so I tried a way of telling him in a way that he couldn't miss."
Oh. And I knew about the light of love and devotion, having seen it in Winnie's eyes on those times when I used my tongue on her.
"And we looked you over before, at the school, and, in our talks, we recognize that you have some problems hearing the truth of being loved and lovable by your eyes and ears, so Winnie knew you were more amenable to this treatment."
I turned to look at Winnie, still double teaming with Karen on her brother Walter, tongue and lips touching Karen's as they worked his glans. I shouldn't have watched so closely given how quickly I popped another hard-on.
One thing for nudity in this house-hold: it guaranteed that no man could hide an erection. Camille and Cecille were on me before I could think and...
Damn!!!
With my hard-on being serviced by two teen-age girls, their mother stood up and looked down into my eyes as I succumbed to the twins' skills, telling me "See, we want to you know that by marrying Winnie, you will need to agree with how our family works. Any erection you get, in either your own or our house-hold here, will get taken down by the first woman or women who can get at it. I know you'd rather have Winnie right now, but you will have to accept her sisters... or even me, or Karen, if she's already busy. The only pussy you would normally get to put your come into is Winnie's, too, because I'm still a little bit ambivalent about doing any swapping... though I will admit that you do look tempting. And even available. Tell me how you feel about Winnie."
I moaned out an "I love her!" to answer Miranda as the twins kept me from being able to hide the truth.
"And tell me that you want to join our family."
The two tongues of distraction took away all of my ability to think of a delaying tactic as I grunted "Yes, if you'll take me..."
A smile. "Good. And I like that phrasing! Girls, out of the way, now!"
Before I could get any of my brains back I was balls deep in my future mother-in-law. Miranda's eyes locked on mine, the softness in them driving a feeling of wonderment, close to how I felt with Winnie on our first time... and every time since then.
"Sorry, Thomas, I changed my mind, just now, about swapping. You are going to get extra pussy after all. You love us all, don't you?"
I nodded. "Yes, I do." I felt comfortable, content.
She looked to her husband. "Bill, OK, I agree with Walter, yes, I will share you with Karen, since you're going to have to share me with Thomas, here. OK?"
My eyes were glazed over but I could tell he nodded just before Walter called out "Dad, get behind Karen and make her feel wanted, all right?"
Well, William didn't take long to get off the couch and get behind Karen and was soon trying to distract Karen from providing her husband another great blow-job, especially with the help of my fiance.
My passenger turned back to me, touched my face to get my attention, and moaned, grinding against my cock, rotating her body and squeezing me with her vaginal muscles.
Miranda, as she straddled my lap with my hard dick deep inside of her, stopped, telling me, "So you are going to shoot some of your hot baby-making sperm into my hot, fertile and ovulating pussy, right?"
What? What? No, I couldn't. I tried to shake my head and Miranda put my face between her palms, melting me again as my eyes met hers. "I'm not asking you, Thomas, I am telling you what you're going to do. William had a vasectomy years ago that turned out to be irreversible. Seeing Karen pregnant, I've been hot and horny to be pregnant again. I am not, dammit, going to wait long enough for Camille or Cecille to find a boy to pop them to get myself a baby. I want you to put a hot load of your pure fuck into my womb."
I tried to say no. I really did, but she kept telling me to shoot her full, all as she rode up and down on me while demonstrating vaginal muscular skills that Winnie didn't have yet.
The ability to hold back my orgasm was a gift from spending so much time empty. Miranda's orgasms, which came as often as Winnie's would have in the same situation, were eroding my control. In this coupling it was a case of Miranda taking my come, not having me give it to her. This was right on the edges of rape though I'll admit that I wasn't really able to say "no" and make it stick, even in my own head.
Things were slow for me until Winnie sat next to me and told me, right in my ear, to "Give it to her. She wants your hot fuck in her hot pussy. She wants your baby now. She wants you to make her a mommy again. She loves the feel of your hot cock in her cunt, think about giving her all the come in your balls. I want you to give it to her. I love you. I want to see you come."
That was what finally set me off: Winnie wanted me to shoot her mother full of sperm. So, on Miranda's next climax, she felt my dick spasm several times as I called out how I was coming.
We were both a limp pair as we came down, panting, my arms cradling Miranda and scratching her back. Even Winnie was looking dazed but then she spotted her dad's lap and dove on it.
Our wedding was a fairly small and intimate affair, and, yes, I chose those words with care, just to fuel your imagination.
During the rest of college Winnie kept me well drained and we both managed to do very well in our classes. During our senior year we had Camille and Cecille move in with us after their freshman year as a money-saving measure which really helped me concentrate.
In other words, they joined the rotation. It was strange to hear Winnie complain that she didn't get enough semen in her mouth because her twin sisters were too good at keeping me drained.
Miranda had me impregnate her a second time after a set of twins, a boy and a girl, were born. Another pair of twin daughters arrived and then Miranda called it quits and had her tubes tied, not feeling up to pressing her luck in waiting for any boys the twins might find.
When the twins settled down with a pair of twin boys, Winnie and I helped to indoctrinate them into the family. The protocol worked on both of them as they joined us in moving to a larger apartment while I pursued my Masters. We were also around for the time when Chris found a suitable mate who was comfortable enough with the "rules" to join Miranda's large family.
It's funny how clear my mind is when I've got so little testosterone accumulated in my blood. Some of the other effects, like slow beard growth, have been convenient.
At the same time, we spend a lot of time as an extended family. When Miranda had jumped me, it aborted discussions on how far to "share", setting up some initial rules and conditions. We all finally agreed that true incest wasn't completely comfortable for us to consider but none of us were likely to consider it forever off-limits. We all did tend to agree that blood relations should avoid risks of pregnancy. There were enough non-blood relations in the family to make the open swapping when we spent summer time vacations together a non-troubling time.
Over time, it was Karen who popped Chris, while she was pregnant with her second child. With a lot of encouragement from the whole family, we had a whole ritual when I had popped the twins, an altogether frightening event given my worries over getting it wrong and hurting them. And, yeah, we took precautions.
Winnie and I had five children in all, two sets of twins and a girl, so, we had three girls and two boys. With the whole family backing us we were never alone. We made sure to be close to her parents, too, which made it easier to stay in a cabin.
And, yes, I saw the logic in having aggressive feelings sucked right out of me since it seemed to work so well. It also reinforces my recognition of Winnie's loves for me. I do my best to make sure she know she can tell that I love her as dearly.
Now it is up to Winnie to decide if this whole protocol is good to pass on to the next generation. I'm kind of in approval, but she has to decide.
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