Cheerleader And Sissy Grow

[NOTE - Anyone who is just beginning to read my blog, might want to read the following early entries in my blog about my sissy journey before reading this latest entry: A Little More Background - Am I Sure I Should Do This? - I'm Afraid - These - Where It All Started - Then, These - Miss Flo - Caught For The First Time - About My Last Post - Bikini Panties!!! - A Virgin Bride (And Groom) - Exhausted Sissy Needs Stress Relief! - Sissy Marries Cheerleader - Sissy Makes Life With Cheerleader - Cheerleader Discovers Sissy - Cheerleader Accepts Sissy.  These are the previous posts that tell the story about my sissy journey.]

 The next morning, following the night my cheerleader asked me to eat the creampie out of her pussy, was difficult for me.  I had, as many sissies and submissive men do, fantasized many times about doing that very thing.  But, to be honest, I would never have been able to summon up the courage to ask my cheerleader to let me do that to her.  I just could not imagine that she would have gone for it.  I still felt that her acceptance of me and my desire to dress in lingerie was limited.  I was no longer worried that she would leave me - she had assured me that she loved me and was going to stand by me - despite the discovery that I wasn't like other men.  But now that it had happened - now that I had sucked my sperm out of her pussy - at her request - I didn't know how I felt about it.  And I did not know how to talk about it either.  I was too embarrassed to even look my cheerleader in the eye, and yet she seemed intent on looking into mine.

We lay in our bed the next morning, me still wearing the lingerie I'd worn to bed the night before.  She cuddled and snuggled to me, slowly stroking my penis, teasing me on the outside of the panties that I was wearing.  She smiled as she watched my expression in reaction to her.  I was confused, if the truth is told.  I simply did not know what to make of how my cheerleader seemed so accepting of me dressing as a woman.  What had changed?  I mean, I knew she enjoyed some of our previous lovemaking sessions when I wore lingerie.  But I simply had never thought she was completely comfortable with it all.  Now though, she seemed more than comfortable with it.  And yet, I was too embarrassed to come out and ask what the change in thinking was.  As we cuddled that morning, she nudged me down toward her sex, letting me know that she wanted me to pleasure her.

I could never refuse her when she wanted me to taste her pussy.  It really isn't even completely accurate to state it in terms of 'not being able to say no,' as I loved pleasuring her pussy with my mouth more than anything.  But that morning, as she watched me licking and sucking her, she asked me if I could still taste it, and by "it," I knew she meant my sperm.  I couldn't though.  The taste was completely her.  I told her I couldn't and she asked if I wanted to again.  I didn't know how to respond to her.  I was engrossed in pleasing her, and was suddenly being asked to say whether I wanted to taste my cum again.  The tables had been totally turned on me.  This had all begun with me trying to lead my cheerleader into accepting my desire to wear panties.  Now, we were way beyond that.  She was pushing my envelope.  I had always been devoted to her, from the first time she showed me that I could have sexual intercourse with a woman at the age of 28.  We were much older now, nearly 50, and she was moving things forward into my fantasy world, but now in real life.  Instead of saying what I felt, which I did not really know, I remember telling her if she wanted me to, I would.  Then, she stopped me and looked into my eyes, and said, "I love that you'll do that for me sweetie.  I don't know how to explain it, but I really like it.  A lot.  Would you?"  And so began something that I would never have thought my cheerleader would accept, much less love.  With her legs open, I slid inside of her, and began fucking her, my cheerleader's beautiful eyes locked upon mine as I did so, the anticipation of what I was doing for her clear.  I wasn't really fucking her to be fucking her - I was fucking her so that I could fill her pussy with sperm - so that I could then suck it out of her.

 The night before, when it happened, it was dark, and she had crawled upon me after we fucked.  This morning though, after I filled her, I could see my cream leaking from her as I withdrew.  And the entire time I could feel her eyes locked on me, intently watching as I submitted to her desire.  And then, despite my own sexual release, and the usual reduction in my own sexual excitement, I did as she wanted me to do, and slid back into position to satisfy her new-found pleasure.

She loved it.  My cheerleader had discovered something that only a sissy could give to a woman - someone who would suck her pussy full of cum - because there is no way that a man would do that for a woman.  But a sissy would.  We did not discuss it further at that time.  But I did not need to be told that she would want this act repeated again.  And the other thing I realized was that I did like doing it.  It wasn't just the doing it either.  I loved the taste of my cheerleader's pussy, anytime.  And I loved pleasing her, anytime.  I found this to be almost like pleasing her plus one, because I was giving her something she couldn't get elsewhere, not that I ever worried about her going elsewhere.  And, to top it off, I found that I enjoyed the taste of my own sperm.  

 When I finished, and after thanking me with a simple, "Thank you sweetie," almost as if what I'd just done was routine, my wife got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower, leaving me alone in our bed contemplating what I had just done.  For only the second time, but in less than 12 hours.  I wanted, desperately, to talk about it with my cheerleader, but the thought of doing so was something I couldn't seem to face.  I just didn't know how to have the conversation.  And so, I got out of bed, undressed, and went to take my shower after she finished, and then we went on with our day, the events of the morning and the previous night un-remarked upon, but nonetheless hovering above everything.  With every look, and with every touch, it was as if she was sizing me up anew.  I was still her husband, and she was still my wife, but I had done something for her - something that shifted our roles significantly.  I don't know how to explain this to men who have fantasized about eating a creampie from their wives, but the difference between fantasy and reality is the difference between night and day.  Once a man, or really, a sissy, has submitted to his woman's request that he suck his own sperm out of her pussy, there is literally nothing in the sissy's life that isn't tinted by the act.  And looking back on it all, and then where things went afterward, the details of which I plan to continue to describe, I wouldn't change a thing.  I love my cheerleader more than anything, and am so happy to be her sissy.