| So I woke up with my dick. A fertile, sperm-shooting weapon that could have me looking at the world with a woman's eyes and body again in almost no time. Did I want to? I was now married to the woman in my arms, sleeping where I faded out last night. It felt as good to be the holder as it had been as the held, so I was able to contemplate this through a haze of contentment.
I was confused. Did I really want to make another baby now or did I want to take my time before having another child?
I'd only had sex with a woman three times as a man before awakening in her body and Denise had been able to use that equipment with impunity while I was carrying our child. I wondered if I wanted to return to a female body so soon.
We cuddled together, slowly awakening her. I decided to put off a "final" decision for a bit, so she was going to get oral attention from me until I made up my mind to carry another baby. So I slid down as she slowly faded in and did my best to "wake her the best way".
My time in her feminine body taught me a lot about giving pleasure orally and all of those times with Bobbi and Billie had helped in focusing my education; I was an exceptionally competent pussy-licker now and I knew what to do and how to do it in getting her to cum repeatedly.
I knew where her limit in how many cums would exhaust her and I pushed her beyond that. Her body was so sensitive it didn't take all that much work, either.
In order to avoid just fucking and impregnating the first woman in the house, I beat off in the shower (locking the door to avoid being interrupted). I went downstairs (as usual, au naturel, though this was new to me with my equipment swinging in the breeze) to the kitchen.
Joan looked up to me as I walked in, "Good morning Denise."
I shook my head.
"Dennis?"
I nodded, "Good morning, yes, I'm back."
I got pushed into a seat at the table and the girls were arguing over who'd get the ride when I whistled, loud.
"Guys, please hold off a bit. Like I've said before, I'm not sure I want to BE a pregnant teen-ager in High School, all right? I hated high school bad enough the first time, do you really want to punish me right away? I promised your mother that I'd impregnate her at some point, but, guys, I have a problem..."
All three sat and stared at me. I had their full attention.
"Is there any chance at all that I can enjoy being a man for a while? I only had sex three fucking times before I woke up as a girl. Sure, I had plenty of sexual activity as a girl, and, yes, I liked it, but I'd like to have a chance to enjoy having my balls for a change. I didn't get much of a chance before..."
All three nodded, and that's when Denise staggered in and dropped into a chair. I could see her sagging. It was a good thing it was a Saturday morning.
Joan asked her if she was feeling all right.
"I was fine until," pointing at me, "that mouth of multiple cums got onto my pussy. He ate me into the ground. I don't know if he used up my quota of cums for my life..."
I snickered. I actually felt good. So did my little head, too, since he started to pay closer attention to the proceedings.
Joan brought her up to date on the subjects we'd already discussed.
She bit her lip at the end, obviously thinking. "Mom? We have to memory bond more until we're synchronized again, which requires pretty heavy sexual activity. How can I satisfy that need and my husband?"
Joan told her, "Well, you realize the abstention won't do it and oral, heck, even anal sex won't do it, but there's a spell you can use to suppress your own fertility, making it impossible to get pregnant, but that works for a full year. I think you can see why your sisters are more than a year younger than you."
Denise smiled and almost looked happy.
"But there's a cost to it that you may not like."
I jumped in, with, "Can you suppress my fertility instead? Like it was suppressed while I was ... absent?"
Joan looked at me, distractedly, then her face brightened.
"Yes, there is a way, and that's less of a problem for you than the price-tag for her."
"Mom, what is the cost of suppressing my own fertility?"
"Denise, you'll be horny enough to fuck several times more per day than you can now. It almost killed your father, he did his best to keep me satisfied. Since I stayed in the house I could do this but I couldn't dare to have any man come to the door or he'd be coming in me. You can't go to work like that. Unless you're a hooker."
Denise was shuddering. My mouth was hanging open.
"You're kidding! I don't think her body could get any more horny than it already is!"
Joan shook her head. "She'd be on top of you already, you'd not be able to resist, the pheromones would see to that. Having it last for a whole year is tough on everybody. I'm sorry, girls, but there were 7 men other than your father that got into me during that period and we were very, very lucky that none of them was diseased. At the end John was happy to impregnate me and be me again, since it was driving me crazy with need. The guilt of fucking other men was no picnic either."
I was thunderstruck. So was Denise.
"So what's the price tag to me being infertile?"
Joan stared at me. "Since a man has no powers, he is easier to deal with, so he'll only have to fuck someone every six hours or so. It wears off faster, so it can be put on for a week at a time. Oh, and worse, he puts out pheromones that will turn women on but good, so, if he resists fucking within the six hour window, he'll be advertising via pheromones and he'll get jumped quickly enough. Wow, I'm beginning to see how this set of conditions was set to encourage us to have more babies."
Having Denise unable to work was unappealing. Getting itchy at my own work was unhelpful, and potentially damaging to my marriage (no matter how tolerant she could be, I could not see her showing any real enthusiasm for me going after some one else) so this was an annoying conundrum. I had three choices, none of which were immediately appealing. I could just fuck Denise and Joan and whichever caught first I'd be in for another pregnancy (which hadn't been unpleasant enough to say no way just yet), I could keep Denise locked in the house for the next year or I could have a sex drive that'd drive me insane.
I finally shrugged my shoulders and sighed, adding "I guess I'll be a woman again soon. It's a little hard to handle those price-tags and hold a job, you know?"
Joan shook her head, "Dennis, it's actually pretty simple. We'll suppress your fertility for this week and the four of us will do our best to keep you satisfied. I know you two work relatively close to each other, can't you meet for lunch every day? That'd keep your timing reasonable so we can deal with the evening."
I shrugged. "If all else fails, I'll be sick this week. No women are likely to visit, and, if I can stay in the house, all should be well, right?"
Joan and Denise looked at me, then nodded. Denise turned to her mom and ask, "Well, how do we do this?"
"Well, it'll take you giving him oral attention, dear, a blow job. You need a mouthful of his semen, his full load in your mouth, for you to cast it. Since you're both bound to each other, Denise, you're the only one who can do this."
"How will I be able to talk like that?"
"That's the point, you're not. It's hummed. I'll give you the tune when you're ready."
Denise looked at me with smoldering eyes, then turned to her mother. "Mom, I'm ready now! How do I do this?"
Now, I had no experience at all with getting oral attention as a male, and, I guess sadly, my phobias kept me from ever considering giving it to Denise when she had my dick, but I also knew that Denise had gotten blow jobs from both sisters and even her mother. I suspected it would work as training for her now.
Well, I'd been ready for a while now, my pre-cum oozing out and coating my dick.
I got pushed back from the table and the nudity within this household certainly made things less complicated as Denise got between my knees (she hadn't even had breakfast yet) and went down on me.
I'd never felt this before, it was wonderful. Joan kneeled next to Denise and whispered in her ear and I heard her humming a tune, which, when Denise duplicated, I started to unload into her very lively mouth without me able to warn her. The humming continued and I felt something odd in my balls, they felt tighter, and I realized my erection showed no sign o flagging.
Joan looked up to me as Denise was swallowing. "Did you feel something in your balls?"
I nodded, shaken, drained. My dick, however, didn't care how limp the rest of me felt, he was way too enthusiastic.
"Good, then it worked. You won't be making fertile sperm for the next week. Actually, if all of our periods are in sync, we'd only really need to make you sterile for one week in four, so we'll think this over."
Having regained a portion of my strength, I held out my arms to my wife, who immediately climbed onto my lap (and the regular resident there was inside her in an instant) and we hugged. Soon the hug was loosened, we kissed (and I avoided reacting to the odd taste in her mouth, knowing it was me, despite my phobias) and we quickly climbed the pinnacle and I came into her clasping vagina.
This orgasm was odd, compared to the three I'd had like this before losing my manhood, and it wasn't a matter of memory. The surges damn near turned me inside out. | And when Denise got off of me, my dick seemed bigger than before and she had quite a drip running down her leg.
Then a torrent ran down her legs. We both went "What?" at the same moment.
Joan looked at this mess, Bobbi and Billie were getting paper towels to clean us (and the floor) up. Joan's initial reaction was "Oh, wow. No wonder this doesn't get used much."
Denise sat again, next to me. "Mom?"
| Joan shook herself loose of her reverie, and finally answered her with "Uhhhmmm... Denise, Dennis, I forgot that there were other side effects. John and I had never used this spell, so I had no personal experience of it's other effects."
I prompted her with an "And they are ...?"
"Your dick is bigger. Each time we use this spell it'll get bigger, so we really can't do this more than a few times or, well, there's no real limit except what your body can handle. It also increases your seminal output by, well, I don't think anyone's measured it. I'm surprised it hasn't gone down yet."
My equipment had not completely gone down, as it had in the past, but it'd gone down to a half-hard state. Joan looked it over, and said, "Let me check this."
| Before I could object she had me in her mouth and my dick was telling me not to, as it basked in the attentions of her mouth.
Denise had been pretty good at this, but her mother showed the power of experience. Despite the exceptional talent Joan showed, it took time for me to be ready to cum again. This time, though, I was able to warn her, so she pulled off me and continued with her hand, bringing me off.
Well, something had certainly changed. Bobbi still sat across the table from me and my first pulse missed Joan and landed on Bobbi's chest. Instead of 5 or six pulses, I made 9 shots, all in the same ball-park for pressure. The volume was also at least three times my previous. It was seriously unnatural.
It was possible for a woman to hold the whole load in her mouth but it wouldn't be an easy task. This alone would make further suppression of my fertility problematic. Billie licked my seed from her sister's chest and Joan was wiping off her coated face.
Billie broke the stunned silence, "That looked like fun, I want him to spray me down next time. OK, sis?"
Denise giggled and nodded.
My dick finally relaxed enough but never fully stopped twitching.
We went to the bedroom and fucked and re-bonded.
Over the week-end we learned a lot about the changes. I was able to recharge within minutes and discovered a down-side to this suppression of my fertility: I could hold out for six hours, as Joan had mentioned, but my body was more than ready within three and would pop a boner with minimal stimulation at that point, but, by the six hour mark (we'd tried this on Sunday) my dick came up solid at the five hour mark and didn't go down until each of the four women rode it into submission.
Work was gonna be hard like this, all because I was gonna be hard.
| We'd also taken the opportunity to measure my now enlarged organ which stood at a hair over eight inches (a step up from the 5 and a half previously). Denise liked the change as did her mother. The twins had to work at it the first time they each rode me since their small size put them at more of a disadvantage.
I was still anxious about returning to work, the knowledge of my body's pressures increasing my anxiety.
Finally returning to my "old" job the bonding/memory exchange spell had done it's job so both Denise and I were able to pick up the pieces quickly with few mis-steps. I had a family picture of me and Denise with our daughter on my desk at work. We'd dressed for the picture, of course.
And, meeting for lunch, we fucked like bunnies. After over three and a half hours without I did quite a job in Denise. It's fortunate that she had access to a locker room and could take a quick shower before returning to her desk. She needed it.
Afternoons were tough and, after my discomfort Monday evening, Denise and I worked out a plan that made it easier on me to work, though some of the women at work started to hang around my desk towards 5PM, seemingly distracted. (I realized that their interest was sexual, given the way they were standing, though I don't think they were fully aware of what they were doing.)
By Saturday morning I was ready to impregnate Denise or Joan just to get out of this state. Hell, even being a pregnant teen-ager in High School was starting to sound good. This mind-numbing need to ejaculate into a woman was enough to make me crazy, and masturbation made the drive stronger, not weaker.
I was fortunate that none of the women in the house had their periods during this week, I would probably needed a lot of help. We actually had Allen, Alice, Michelle and Mike (Alice's Dad) over on Friday night and I'd ended up servicing Allen (still nursing their baby) and Mike (in Michelle's body), more than once. I'd asked how they dealt with it.
Michelle smiled, "An IUD works. I didn't like the effects of the pill on me, but it worked. They didn't need to use magic for this." My larger size and load did not go completely unappreciated, either.
I was pretty annoyed by this and Joan had the good grace to look pretty embarrassed for her discounting of technological means to this end.
Joan had herself (and Denise) protected on Saturday and once my "fucking lust" slowed down I could start thinking better. IUDs are not as effective with nulliparous girls (like the twins, who'd never carried a baby) leaving the pill as the only choice of contraceptive for them. They'd start on it with their next period. All I had to do was avoid them for the next 3 days until their periods started.
Given my return to sanity I wasn't ready to kill myself when their periods started and we got back to a relatively normal schedule of love-making upon getting over their periods. |
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