Lady Ann's Holiday: Chapter Thirty Four - Part One

What it Might be Like

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Burt came slowly awake to the most profound and intense pleasure imaginable. He didn’t open his eyes for a minute, just enjoying the total sense of relaxation and physical bliss.

The covers were off him but the sun coming in through the hayloft entrance kept him warm. Mavis was on her hands and knees down by his legs, working his cock in her mouth with joyful intensity, stroking at his legs and stomach and coaxing his balls toward greater peaks of ecstasy.

The pleasure rippled through him like nothing else on earth, making him squirm with his arms and legs; making his head toss from side to side from the intensity of it.

It was glorious and it was concentrated so intensely in his penis. It was incredibly powerful and he couldn’t conceive of wanting to give this up.

Mavis went on working him, increasing the tempo, sucking and licking while she continued to probe with her clever fingers. Burt rocked and gasped, wanting it to go on forever but to continue increasing in potency. Already he was losing any sense of where he was. Only his cock mattered and the feelings it was giving him.

Her soft hands ran up the sides of his torso, scratching him and teasing him toward his climax, luring him up the slope of delirium toward the cliff that awaited there.

And then he was over that cliff and plummeting down, absolutely overwhelmed by the pleasure that was rushing through his veins. It might have been the best orgasm he’d ever had and he wanted more. He wanted it to go on and on and on.

Mavis crawled up his body as he lay panting, unable to move any part of him. She grinned saucily and proudly. “That’s just something to tell ye how glad I am you ain’t off in t’prison.”

“By eck as like, I must say,” sighed Burt. “That was reet chuffin champion that was my lass. I feel right ruddy good now. What if you did that to me every mornin?”

She giggled and snorted. “Well maybe I will!”

She lay against him and Burt put his arm round her, really enjoying the closeness and the continuing aftershocks of his pleasure.

And he thought…

He wondered if maybe being a man wasn’t still the best thing that he could be. He wondered if maybe this life was meant for him after all.

He considered again what it might be like to remain Burt forever, not foisted upon him or as part of any insidious mystical working on his personality, but just as a man’s choice. Maybe it really was better to be who he was.

He lay, thinking about that for a while, continuing to enjoy Mavis’s sensuous body next to his, the playful fingering she gave his balls, extending the pulsing sense of peace and ecstasy.

He made a decision.

He wasn’t going to ask Lady Ann to swap back – not right away.

He was going to just see what it would be like to go on being Burt by choice with her there; really live the life he’d taken on as though he wanted it – just for one day.

Just to see if maybe he should cling onto this happiness and contentment for all he was worth.