Something clicks in your mind. It's like this is a chance to change things. Janine has been so prudish lately that you decide to 'make up' for it. Okay, so the beneficiary is your former body and Janine herself, but maybe some part of her, either within your body or within hers, will sit up and take note, remembering it and wanting it in the future.
It's a bit too complicated a thought for your brain at this early hour so you settle for getting up on all fours, whipping back the covers, and taking hold of his morning wood.
"Wh... what are you doing?" he/she asks in stunned disbelief. You smirk at her reaction, knowing exactly why it's so astonishing. Janine is practically phobic about morning sex. She says it's things like morning breath and feeling icky after sleeping, but whatever the reason it's you in her body now, and this is what you would want her to do.
"Shh," you say and lean forward, peeling down the trunks of his boxers. "I've got a treat for you today."
No doubt she's too stunned to say anything as you lean forward, almost eager to see your familiar cock from an outside perspective. When it pops out and your hand clenches around it both of you suck in your breaths.
It's so different, you think, yet you know it isn't. But from within Janine it seems to be much bigger. And the feel of it as your fingers clench around it is so strange, so different. It's not just that you're not feeling the sensations within the dick like you normally would. Your hand is so much smaller that all the textures and veins seem to be in the wrong place.
"I'm gonna enjoy this," you say with a forced purr. Actually you're a little nauseous at the thought of sucking on a dick. You've never had the slightest impulse as a straight guy, but now you're in a girl's body so you have to follow through. For both of your sakes.
There's that weird thinking confusing you again, so you ignore it and lower your lips to his eager prick, hesitating just once before forcing your puckered lips to kiss the head of his/your dick.
The taste isn't as bad as you'd have imagined. The psychological queasiness is still there but after that kiss and a few licks over the piss-hole it seems to settle down, fade away.
"Oh Janine," the former you groans as you part your lips and let the cock slowly enter.
Janine's never been much of a cock-sucker, and you sure as hell never were, so maybe your clumsiness is caused by a bit of both. You have to actively keep your lips between your teeth and the fragile skin of the cock and when the dick passes over your tongue and reaches the back of your throat you're at a loss as to what to do.
Janine never deep-throated you even when she gave a blow-job. Could you make her body do that now? Or should you just settle for one unheard-of thing, namely a morning blowjob? |