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{ASSM} Threesome Part 12/13, by Vickie Tern. M/f, F/m, F/F, femdom, etc.
The sex scenes in this story are raw, cooked, scrambled, and coddled.
No violence or force, but that doesn't necessarily mean the
characters are always nice to each other.
This is a fiction. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead
is purely coincidental. It may not remain that way of course -- life
sometimes imitates art.
If you aren't old enough to read this lawfully, wait. If it's
worth reading it'll still be around. If not, no great loss. Of
course I hope it will still be worth reading, and will appreciate
anyone letting me know what they think: VickieTern@aol.com.
(c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be copied to any free archive.
Threesome 12/13
by Vickie Tern
Whatever I was about to hear, I'd keep them. I wanted to keep
them. I was a woman now, and I was proud of my bust. Even proud
of my abilities as a seductress earlier tonight. Even though I'd
been used.
"It's true that I'm highly sexed and you've had no talents that way
at all. I'm sorry, but it's true. It's always been true. I don't
think you mind my saying that, now. Because you have so many
wonderful talents as a woman. You are the sweetest person I have
ever known. Did you know that? And you have marvelous sexual
talents too as a woman, that's now also established too! Do you
mind that that's true?"
"No, sweetheart. I don't mind." In fact I loved hearing her say
it. Maybe Miss Caroline had done her work too well, but it was all
too true. When I was a man, I had cooked for Ellie to express my
love for her, but I was never much in bed. Now that I'm a woman
it's different. I can make love to her passionately, devoutly, and
I want to! I can't get enough of her, I was thinking. I'll never
get enough of her!
"It's true that I've slept around a lot. Everybody but you has
always known it. They've pitied you, and they've been amused by
your innocence and trust, and they've admired you for it. But
they've all agreed that you should never hear about it. Because
they all know you are so very nice!"
Her shoulders began heaving at that point, and she almost lost
control! She took several deep breaths. "So very nice," she
repeated in a teeny voice I could scarcely hear. Then more calmly,
"It would devastate you to know about me! It would destroy you!
You are such an innocent that it would be like taking Santa Claus
and the Easter Bunny away from you! It would destroy a faith in me
that was central to your very existence! I've been afraid
sometimes, you're so sensitive, that you'd attempt suicide if you
found out and I didn't know, and perhaps succeed too! I've lived
with that fear for years! Because I know that if I caused you that
much grief, that would destroy me too!"
I sat silent. I think she was speaking her heart's truth, and it
was true for both of us. I'd agreed to everything she and Rebecca
had proposed for me as my only available alternative to losing
Ellie. She was my life, and I was fighting for my life! And when
she'd confessed to me in the kitchen that she slept around, that
she loved sex, I'd accepted that too. I'd had to. Because what
alternatives did I have? But she confessed it only when I was
irrevocably no longer a man, no longer her husband. She told her
confidante! She told her dearest friend, a girl she knew would
wish her every happiness!
"That last visit here, when Tim found me in bed with Rebecca, he
threatened to reveal what he'd seen to the world, to destroy our
reputations, to destroy you, just as I told you, unless I agreed to
go to bed with him immediately. So I did. That very night! Then
to sleep with him whenever the whim struck him. And that began our
affair. I had to travel considerable distances sometimes just to
give him a blow job in front of his friends. I had to blow his
friends. To become his sex slave, to do whatever he required of
me, no matter how cruel. And Joy," -- now Ellie's voice began to
break again, and she bit her lip and fought for control -- "some of
the things he required were very cruel. But what he threatened to
do to you was worse than cruel."
I didn't want to hear it. It was agonizing. But I stayed calm.
"How could anything be worse than that, honey?" I asked her. My
heart was going out to her. Yearning toward her. I took her hand
and clasped it, and looked closely into her eyes. "How could it be
worse?" I repeated.
Ellie looked down at our hands clasped in her lap and spoke slowly,
carefully. "He threatened to tell you about me. About my
sexuality and promiscuity. What I had done for him. And for his
friends. He told me he intended to tell you about him and me but
hadn't yet figured out the cruelest way to do it. Maybe to tattoo
me and have you discover it? Maybe to arrange for you to listen in
when he was plowing me deep and I was shrieking in a steady-state
orgasm. I do that with him, you know, the way you do too, to judge
by that video when he was plumbing your ass. No girl can resist a
cock that thick when it's inside her. Maybe he'd show you pictures
-- he often photographed me at my orgasmic peaks so he could exult
about his power over me when I wasn't around, and remind himself of
exquisite humiliations he intended for me for next time."
"What he wanted was to lord it over you, to gloat, and if possible
do it in public. So you'd learn of your wife's infidelities in
public in the most humiliating way he could conceive. Then what
would happen to your manhood? All because I'd dared to be intimate
with his property, his wife. With Rebecca."
"You see, honey, he knew where you were vulnerable. He knew that
you knew nothing. You were unsuspecting, unprepared. He told me
his plan, and how my body could buy time for you to preserve your
innocence just a little while longer. He told me that if I went to
Rebecca for help, the one person I knew was as unscrupulous as he
is, the one person who could deal with his duplicity on his own
terms, if I went to Rebecca for help he'd settle you down and tell
you everything. Then forcibly fuck you. I knew, he knew, there'd
be nothing left of you after that. My sweet man Joey would be
gone! Twice fucked!"
"And that wasn't an idle threat! Let me explain!"
"You heard how earlier tonight the moment he saw you, when he
realized I was about to present my husband to him as we'd agreed,
how he lost no time telling you about him and me, boasting about
sex with me to his buddy Cal. He wanted you to know that he's the
top man and you're nowhere! He knew who you were then of course --
Rebecca's kept him informed about your feminization, your progress
toward that moment when you'd even things between him and Rebecca
by wrapping your mouth and your ass around his prick. As you have
done, love!"
"He liked it, what we were doing to you, making you a woman! All
along he'd wanted to destroy your pride in your manliness, to
ridicule your sexual inadequacy and vaunt his own potency to your
face. To present you to me as a ridiculous wimp, and me to you as
his prize conquest! He loves doing that to people! Then he'd
certainly tell you about my affairs with other men, and when you
had no recourse, no reserves of pride or dignity left, only a love
for me that was empty, unrequited, that's when he meant to fuck you
himself. To rape you if need be, he was prepared to do that
tonight, which is why I argued so hard, so ruthlessly, for your
consent and cooperation! All to drive the point home to you that
he effectively rules both of us! He thought that the ultimate
humiliation, him fucking you because I set you up, would destroy us
as a couple. That we could neither of us ever again trust or love
each other, or love anyone else ever again either, for fear of the
emotional costs. So that from then on we would live emotionally
marginal lives as miserable as his own."
I imagined my darling facing that dilemma alone, trying to save the
marriage she valued and had sworn to uphold above all else. Our
marriage. Me. But I also saw a terrible irony in what then
happened.
"So you went to Rebecca despite his threat, and told her
everything, and told her I had to find out everything before her
husband could tell me," I said without being prompted.
"I did. And she knew her husband. She's been sparring with his
cunning for years. That's their bond till death do them part! She
conceived the plan we followed. And it worked."
I broke in. "The plan was, to do what Tim wanted to do, but to do
it first and achieve my full cooperation and approval at each
stage? To destroy my manliness by telling me all about your
infidelities, and then conditioning me to be a woman who loves sex
and so doesn't care that you love sex too, and then set Tim up to
fuck me when I wouldn't much care anyhow? As he has now done?"
Ellie was silent a long while, and very still. I was still holding
her hand. She placed her other hand over it so I couldn't let go
of her, and said quietly, "Yes, that's true. But also no, it isn't
true. We realized that if we could go much further than Tim
intended, and faster, if we could seize Tim's initiatives and
pre-empt them, we wouldn't merely be doing his dirty work for him,
we'd be rebuilding our relationship on an unshakeable foundation!
We'd be making your pride and your sense of self-worth and our
marriage bond invulnerable. As we have now done. We would end up,
the two of us, closer than ever! As we have now done! I hope we
have!"
I was silent now. She was right -- there was no way Tim could
reach us now. There was no was for him to extort sexual services
from Ellie or from me by threatening exposure. I knew everything.
I was beyond exposure. I was fully exposed. I looked at Ellie and
saw that she was looking intently, worriedly, at me. "Getting my
approval, wanting me to want all this to happen, that's what all
this has been about, hasn't it," I said.
"Yes, honey," Ellie said. "We had to make you over into a woman.
We had to make you want us to make you over into a woman. We had
to make you want to be a woman. And that's what we've done.
That's what you are now. That's what you want to be now. Isn't
that so?"
She waited the longest time for my reply. But finally I placed my
other hand over hers, so all four of our hands were clasped
together in her lap. "Yes. That's what I am. That's what I want
to be now."
Ellie freed one of her hands and placed it against my smooth,
depillated cheek. Tears were streaming down her cheek! "So now
we're free! Nothing can harm us! Nothing can come between us!
But you're a woman now! That's the price we paid. The price you
paid, lover!"
I said nothing. I looked at her with adoration in my heart and I
hoped in my eyes too. Then I finally found the words. "Ellie," I
said. "I've told you before that I wanted to be a woman. Let's go
to bed, and when we're in each other's arms in bed, make me feel
glad to be a woman!"
She kissed me gently. "Yes, sweetheart, I will. It's late, my
lovely Joy. Let's go to bed. This is your first night home since
all this began, and the first night of the rest of our lives as
married girlfriends. I'll tell you the rest in the morning. I
want to make love to you now."
We went up the stairs with our arms wrapped around each other,
hugging, loving friends. When we reached the bedroom door, our
bedroom door now, Ellie paused, and turned toward me, and kissed
the tip of my nose. I cupped her head delicately in my hands and
kissed hers. Two women kissing. So graceful, so sensitive. We
reached for the tips of each other's nipples and our faces blended
together, two women now kissing each other at first so very gently
but then with increasing passion, until we seemed to be trying to
swallow each other. We grasped at each other, almost out of
breath.
"Oh darling," Ellie said. "I've dreamed of this moment for so
long. Ever since our wedding night, when I was still wishing that
you were Becky. Ever since the night just before our wedding
night, when Becky and I were making such desperate, passionate love
for what we thought would be the last time, and I was wishing that
Becky was you! Wishing for the impossible!"
"Let's go in, Ellie. I want to kiss you. The way girlfriends
kiss. The way married couples kiss. The way lovers kiss. You
have dildos in there too, don't you?"
She smiled slyly. "Oh yes, sweetheart. All kinds. Sometimes when
I was finishing an affair with a lover I'd have a rubber or jelly
model made of his erect cock, to remember him by. You can strap on
any of your rivals and fuck me with his cock any time you wish!
And you can be sure I'll love every one of them. I always have!
And you're all those men to me now!"
"I want you to fuck me with my rivals too!"
Now a playful grin lit up Ellie's whole face. "You want to share
all my lovers with you? Not counting those at Miss Caroline's, if
that's where they were? All right! I've already shared two of my
men, haven't I? They were great for you, weren't they? Gary and
Tim? I bet their thick dicks are why you decided to be a woman!
So you could enjoy them more often!"
And she bolted into the bedroom with me in hot pursuit. We spent
the whole night together on our bed crawling all over each other's
naked bodies, kissing and licking and plunging ourselves into every
bulge and surface and opening, and sipping each other's juices.
When first light came we finally fell asleep in a tangle of each
other's arms and legs, two women wrapped in each other's soft,
smooth, curved bodies, enjoying each other's tender feelings and
deep affections, secure in the knowledge that their whole lives lay
ahead of them.
xi.
I awoke to a rattling of coathangers in the closet, and opened my
eyes. Rebecca was taking her clothing out of our closet and
hanging them in large garment bags. She looked over her shoulder
at me and grinned.
"Don't mind me, girls. I'll be out of your lives and this second
honeymoon of yours in less than five minutes. You two look so
sweet together I hated to disturb you, but I have appointments all
day, and Tim expects us to drive home this evening for our annual
ritual burning of the past year's separation papers. Once again
we've declared a draw. We'll have to find something else to fight
over, now that Ellie is no longer coming between us, and I'm no
longer coming between you two." She grinned even more broadly.
"And Tim is no longer cumming between Joy's buttocks!"
She took shoes from the floor of our closet and stowed them in a
large box. "Was it fun, Joy?," she asked me. "Do you know what
Tim said to me when he arrived at our motel last night and fell
into bed? Fresh from your arms, Joy? Still covered by the scent
of your perfume? 'Been there, done that,' is what he said. He
was exhausted, but I knew what he meant. It meant that our plan
worked. That he won on points, but there was no satisfaction in it
for him. That nothing can come between you too now! I can see
that from here, from the way I can't tell where one of you leaves
off and the other begins. From the way you two can't be pried
apart from each other."
"Stop for coffee when you've packed up here, Becky," Ellie said
from somewhere underneath me. "I'll get up and make some. Joy
still isn't clear on lots of things."
She began stirring under me on the bed, and I felt new desires
beginning to stir in me too. But not with Rebecca here.
"No hard feelings, Joy?" Becky asked me a bit cautiously, just to
be sure.
"You know there aren't, Becky," I said deliberately. She flicked
her eyes when she heard me call her that, but then grinned and
nodded! Now we really could become friends. Women friends. "Not
since you gave me those shots, and not with these implants that
pass for testicles. No erections at all!"
"Oh, they're testicles all right, Joy. Functional, too. Don't
believe everything you hear at Miss Caroline's. Those things there
are the same balls they've always been, pouring out that crap to
make you as mean as Tim if you have a mind to be that mean, and
messing up your hormone balances even as we speak. I had to put
androgen blocker implants into you along with the estrogen implants
and all the others. But those are in your hip and under your arms
and -- you won't believe this, Ellie -- I buried some in your
breasts. So all that testosterone poison is neutralized."
"I just couldn't take your balls yet, Joy. You should know that
Ellie and I have been in agreement from the beginning that you two
will make wonderful mothers of however many babies you may want to
make together. And that I'll make an equally wonderful Aunt.
Well, that being the case, why rely on some anonymous sperm donor
somewhere, when one of you two girls comes already equipped to
impregnate an ovum, and the other one comes equipped to carry a
foetus to term. You two can make your babies the old fashioned,
natural way, ladies. Old fashioned for lesbians, that is! Suck it
or milk it out of Joy, and then use a gravy baster on Ellie. Or if
you prefer, pour it into one of those hollow dildos in that drawer
there -- not the "Tim,"please, maybe the "Gary," since you both
know what Gary's like. Then Joy, strap one of those dildos over
that excuse for a cock you've always carried around, and fuck your
wife's brains out! Squirt your own cum into her through a better
man's prick! Isn't that the best of both worlds? It would be for
Ellie, I'm sure! She loves gentle men, but she adores big pricks!"
"Coffee in five minutes," Ellie said, wriggling out of bed,
throwing a wrap around her and lurching out of the room. I'd been
a little hard on her orifices last night -- she moved as if they
were sore. As she'd been hard on mine, and relentless! We both
needed a long soak. I reached down and gave my balls a tentative
squeeze. Yes, there certainly was feeling in them.
"If you doubt my word, ask Ellie to kick you down there," Rebecca
said, noticing my test squeeze. "That'll make a believer out of
you."
"Why did you tell me they were implants?" I asked her. "If it was
you, and not some hallucination that told me."
"Oh, that was me," Rebecca said, amused. She'd resumed pulling
blouses and skirts from the closet and hanging them up again
carefully in her garment carrier. "That was me playing tough cop,
so you'd believe Ellie when she played tender cop. As she did
until last night when she had to play both, so you'd agree to fuck
that scumbag husband of mine and save your marriage. Why did we
tell you in efect that they were ovaries? So when you fucked Tim
you'd feel like a natural woman, not a gay man. So you'd think
this was your life, the rest of your life, and you'd commit
yourself to it absolutely, unreservedly. If Tim sensed any
ambivalence of attitude he'd never have accepted you as a woman, a
"cunt" as he likes to call us. And then he'd never have forgiven
us our supposed debts."
"While you were playing show and tell with the TV cameras and Tim
was relieving his cock in you, you had to be a true believer.
Persuasive acting takes deep conviction and concentration. It's
easier to believe you're a woman if you believe you have no balls.
Isn't it?"
"No. I still believed then that I was born a woman, though that
conditioning was fading fast. You're right though that
irreversible emasculation makes it easier to commit to femininity.
Even though I'm committed anyhow! I love what I am! It's so much
nicer!"
Then I paused. "Becky, I'm confused. I've heard lots of
explanations since last night. Why did you set me up? I mean why
really did the two of you scheme to make me the woman I am? And
why the videotape, if there is such a thing? I can't believe it's
just supposed to be proof that Ellie's delivered me to get fucked
as promised, or evidence needed to win a bet with Tim! Nor even
blackmail to free up Ellie from your husband's clutches!"
Rebecca looked thoughtfully down at the last jacket to hang in her
garment bag., and began zipping it in. "Oh yes, there's a tape,"
Rebecca said. "I have one and Ellie has one."
"As for why you're now the girl you are, we each of us have had our
own separate reasons for it. Some of them are the same reasons.
Some are different! Just as you have your reasons."
"Tim's was mainly vindictive power tripping -- you now know all
about that. Get even. Get an advantage. Get ahead! Fuck the
competition! He wanted to screw you figuratively and literally
because through you he could avenge himself on Ellie and me."
"I had different reasons. To distract Tim from his blackmail of
Ellie, his "fuck me or I'll tell your husband about everyone else"
approach to the tender passions, by offering him a really refined
revenge, to fuck his wife's lover's spouse. You. If he'd quit
thinking about more destructive ways to damage Ellie or her
reputation, or yours. Another reason: to make a tape I could
stockpile against the future, to embarrass Tim if I ever need to,
and I'm sure I will some day. You helped me there -- I now have
such a tape. Tim thinks the fact that he knew who you were when
he fucked you, and you didn't know, scores one for him. But the tape
tells anyone who watches it that he's gay and that he got fucked
and sucked by a shemale and loved it.
"Tim has no idea there's that scene where it looks like you're
fucking him up the ass and he's loving it! That was a brilliant
camera angle, where his titfucking made it look like you were
assfucking him, and he loved it. A lot of Tim's competitors are
even more bigoted and ruthless than he is! They won't care how
that scene came about! Just show them your prick playing tag with
Tim's ass during some tight bargaining session, and Tim will be a
laughingstock. That's what I think I'll threaten when we next move
to file for separation. Maybe I can trick Tim into becoming a
shemale in self-defense! I'd love that! I'll have to think about
how. Tricking you was no problem, because you believe everybody.
Tim believes no one. Still, don't be surprised if he shows up at
one of your Garden Club meetings wearing a dress, in another year
or two."
"But Joy, I had a really big reason to want to help Ellie by
converting you. Not a tactical reason, but another kind, far more
profound. I love Ellie with all my heart. For many years I've
been jealous of her love for you. She got herself into this
trouble with Tim because I didn't adequately respect your marriage
vows and the love you two share, and leave her alone. I seduced
her for my own pleasure and also to get even with you for taking
her away from me. And I did it as often as I could!"
"So when Ellie told me how Tim was using that fact to take
advantage of her, I decided that enough was enough. Ellie needs
the love of a woman, you know that now, even more than she needs
the love of men! She always has and she always will. She's had my
love, and she always will. But no longer expressed physically. I
decided to make Ellie a gift of her husband as a substitute for me,
at least for the lesbian sex we both cherish. Now she has you,
Joy, and I'm what I always should have been from the moment you two
met -- a friend and no more than that."
"When she told me that you're the boy of her dreams except for the
fact that you're poorly hung, I told her that together we could
make you into the girl of her dreams. That you'd be better for
her as a girl than I ever was, because she'd love you more than she
could possibly love me. I pointed out though that there was a
problem. She likes guys. That if you were a girl she'd miss
getting that kind of sex from you."
"It was then, after a brief silence, that she told me she'd find
that kind of sex elsewhere. 'That's not what I love about Joey,'
she said. 'Raw sex with Joey has never been enough. The cuddling,
the deep affection we feel for each other, that's so much more!'
That's what she said. So that settled it! Her Joey would become
the cuddly, deeply affectionate girl of her dreams. We'd teach him
how to walk in my shoes."
"We had the silliest conversation at that point, Joy! We were in
each other's arms in bed at the time, all tangled together. I
began to giggle. 'Can you see him walking in my shoes?' I said.
'Say those Ferragamo open-toed pumps with the four-inch heels I
wore to dinner last night, all strappy, the ones that are so
revealing I need to get a pedicure to match my fingernail color
whenever I plan to wear them?'"
"Ellie began giggle too. 'He'd wobble a little at first,' she
said. 'But he'd look so dear! And I'd love to see him with a
pedicure. Then I could tell his feet from mine when our legs are
wrapped together the way yours and mine are now. See? You wiggle
your mauve toes. I wriggle my plain natural pink ones.'"
"We were getting silly. We each wiggled our toes a few times. I
began to think about the flavor of Ellie's juices again. I was
starting to get hot. I started to kiss her nipples."
"'Mmmmm,' Ellie said. 'He'd need to match his fingernail polish
and lipstick to his toes then, too. And learn how to wear a
designer dress to go with those shoes. Or he wouldn't look proper
sitting at the bar on a high stool when the two of us went out to
a restaurant together. Oooooh, moooore, honey!'"
"'I bet he'd be a real dish, done up right," I said. "I bet other
men at the bar would fall all over their tongues when they saw
him.'"
"'I'd hope so,' Ellie answered me. 'Then we could each get laid by
some real men!'"
"'I bet even Tim would want to wet his dick in him,'" I said.
"'I'm sure of it.'" Ellie was panting a little now. But that's
where we got that idea, repay Tim for my sex with Ellie by giving
Tim sex with Joey when he became Joy."
"'Especially if he had his own breasts, like these.'"
"'Yes.'" Ellie said. "'Oh, darling!'"
end 12/13
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