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{ASSM} Threesome Part 5/13, 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 5/13
by Vickie Tern
"It would certainly prove that you're sincere now, despite years of
suppressed feminine desires. If you're not sincere then you're a
fraud, she points out, and your wife will want no more to do with
you than we will. It could even suggest there's some kind of
problem with your sanity. She says that in that case, she can
activate some commitment papers she and your wife have already
signed for your own good, so you can get proper treatment. That's
what she told me."
Gary looked at my face. "Joe, who'd ever have thought there was a
girl like Joy inside you? C'mon over here, honey. Don't look so
sad! Let's prove once and for all that you're everything we all
want to think you are. Show me what you can do. What you've
yearned to do! You aren't faking that you want to be a woman, are
you?"
"No," I said in a small voice. Rebecca had spoken the truth.
She'd set me up with my boss. There was no way out of this.
"Then you'll love it! Let's have some fun! She tells me you're a
virgin, that mine will be your mouth's very first cock, because you
were deprived of a proper adolescence as a girl. Well, I'll be
gentle, sweetheart, and very understanding. Why don't you kneel
down right here in front of me, and unzip and free me up. Then for
the first go-round you can do do whatever you like. During the
second, if you don't mind, I'll do what I like!"
As I knelt down I tried to remember everything Francesca had
described to me while she was making me beautiful. About the veins
that streak up the underside of a penis, and where the sensitive
nerves are. There they were. God, the thing was thick as my
wrist! I forced my lips to touch the satiny suface of its crown.
Then my tongue. Francesca had mentioned covering your teeth with
your lips, but teasing by nipping. She'd told me about tugging on
a penis by tightening your lips around the ridge just below the
helmet. About why men think that if you don't swallow, you're
rejecting them. About blowing, and licking, and lipping.
Everything she'd said about sucking cock while I was barely
listening now came back to me. I closed my eyes.
An hour later my boss was persuaded, and I had to agree. I was a
sincere, pleasing, sane, and feminine cock-sucker. I had sucked
his cock twice, and he had come twice. Then despite the cum still
streaking my upper lip he'd kissed me sweetly on my indelible
cupid-bow mouth, told me I had a marvelous future as his personal
assistant, and told me to be sure to check in after my three-week
leave "as soon as things settle in for you at home, between you and
your wife I mean. Take as much time as you need." Then he sent me
home to my wife.
iv.
My stomach was still turning over and my throat still felt sore as
I drove home from the office. My last stop before fleeing to my
car was the ladies' room, where I'd retched up Gary's semen
repeatedly. He'd insisted I swallow his spurtings, that I'd earned
the privilege by my truly dedicated sucking and licking the first
time, and then the headfucking I'd allowed him the second time,
when he'd held me by the ears and fucked my throat until he'd
climaxed directly down into my stomach.
His slick, salty cum still coated my mouth, and my lips felt
stretched. I wanted to stop at the ground floor bar of our office
building for a bourbon to wash the taste away. But the place was
crammed with the TGIF crowd, lots of predatory men pausing for
quick relaxation before heading home. I took one look, and
realized that dressed as I was, I didn't dare enter! I was no man,
but neither was I woman enough to deal with rampant male horniness
on that scale!
When I got home, I went straight into the kitchen, and I was still
gargling when Rebecca came in, leaned against a doorpost, folded
her arms, and grinned triumphantly.
"Welcome to true womanhood, Joseph," she said. "You are Joseph
under there, aren't you? I'm pretty sure you are, though we'll
soon fix that! We're doing a good job already, aren't we? I must
say, Francesca did a fabulous job on you! You look good enough to
eat! I would, too, if there were a pussy under that skirt you're
wearing, instead of that pathetic prick Ellie likes to feel inside
her now and then. I just spoke to your boss, who tells me you've
been a little naughty! Do you think I should tell Ellie that her
girlfriend of less than a day has already cheated on her?"
I just looked at her and gargled some more, then spit into the
sink.
"I don't care for the flavor either. Tim started out our marriage
insisting that I take him into my mouth and swallow him, and feel
grateful to him for the privilege. So I swallowed my own saliva
and saved up his cum in a cup and mixed it into his orange juice
the next morning. The second time the same, and the third time.
The fourth time I told him all about it, after breakfast of course,
and he ran for the bathroom. The noises that man's throat made
into the toilet! There was no fifth time!"
I had nothing to say to her. I rinsed the glass I'd been using and
put it back in the cupboard.
"You do know, don't you, that when you get back from Miss
Caroline's and get back to work, giving a blow job will be like
breathing. That'll be what you do, until you beg to get a cunt
installed to share in the two-way traffic of cocks in and out of
your mouth and ass. Miss Caroline knows how to make a man like you
fall to his knees in front of any other man, be he a Chairman of
the Board or a janitor. Anyone with a swinging dick. That's what
lots of men think "true womanhood" is, a woman on her knees in
front of them. And that's why their wives get fed up and send
their husbands to Miss Caroline for re-education. I haven't
decided yet if I should to tell her to turn you into a really
cum-starved, cock-crazed slut. I hesitate because then you'd
really enjoy mall-inspecting the mall managers with your mouth, and
you wouldn't get anything else done. And I don't think you should
enjoy it."
I sensed she was on a roll. I let her talk.
"Now you and your boss share something special, your initiation
into his kind of true womanhood. The two of you'll soon be
enjoying cocktails together after work whenever he wants, his cock
sliding into your tail! He already thinks it'd be doing you a
favor! That your womanhood needs to feel confirmed, now and then,
by a stiff dick up your ass! I've told him that's what it needs!"
"Just wait! You'll feel grateful when he settles for only one cum
at a time into your guts, because then you won't need to keep
running to the Ladies' to get a tampon to stop his spunk from
dribbling out and ruining your dresses. Whenever you leave town on
one of your mall crawling trips it'll feel like a vacation, because
then you'll be able to pick out for yourself the managers you want
to fuck and suck brainless. They'll all expect it of course! I've
asked Gary to let them all know that their malls will get
especially high marks if you respond strongly to whatever they show
you. You want to be a girl, Joseph? Well, that's just what you'll
soon be! One kind of girl, anyhow! A fucked-up slut!"
I had to shut her up somehow. She was getting to me!
"Miss Rebecca?"
"That's my girl! Respect your betters! Yes?"
"I only want to be the kind of girl Miss Elaine wants. Not a slut!
So I can also be the kind of man she wants, sometimes, too. Why
are you setting me up with other men this way?"
She just looked at me, at first amused, then a bit disdainful.
"The kind of man she wants?" She practically snorted. "When you
get back from Miss Caroline's, you'll understand. Maybe you'll
even thank me. Maybe I'll let you thank me in a special way -- by
kissing my ass and cleaning out my asshole with your tongue."
Her voice began to rise. "In a word, Joseph precious, you want to
take my Ellie away from me, so I'm taking away your opportunities
to do that, and giving you others instead that don't interest me.
If I had my way, when we're done with you you'd never want to touch
another woman ever, but with men you'd be a bitch in heat! But
Ellie won't let me go quite that far. 'That's a cute idea,' she
tells me, 'My Joy dating guys. It'll be fun for both of us, me
knowing that my hubby likes what I like, and both of us talking
about our guys when he gets home!' But she still wants to cuddle
with you afterward, to 'compare notes!' That's what she said. So
that much at least is in your future, honey. You'll love it!"
She took a few deep breaths. "When you've started dinner," she
said next, "bring me a glass of chilled white wine, would you,
Joy!" She bit off my new name spitefully. "I'll be in that little
study off the living room." Then she stood there, waiting.
"Well?" Her tone was insistent. I realized what she wanted.
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
"That's right! 'Yes, ma'am!' But I only want to hear that sweet
bimbo voice I'm sure Francesca taught you. Remember that, 'girl'!
Meanwhile, enjoy thinking about your Miss Elaine's reaction when
she sees what a nice job Francesca did on her former husband.
She'll think you're gorgeous, I'm sure! No signs of masculinity
anywhere. Then I'll have no problem talking her into letting me
cut your balls off! Maybe she'd even approve my putting in a
fuckhole right away,, so you really can be one of the girls. I'm
sure Gary would love to discover that you've picked up a vagina
during your travels. Then he could invite friends in on
Thanksgiving to help stuff you like a turkey, front and rear at the
same time. You'd like to be the meat in a man-sandwich, wouldn't
you?"
She grinned at me, wickedly gleeful. "What do you say, dear?"
"Yes ma'am," I said in my high voice. What else could I say?
"Well, no, you wouldn't like that. But that's why I'd really enjoy
seeing it happen!" She turned on one high heel and whisked herself
away.
When Ellie got home I'd nearly finished fixing dinner for the three
of us. She came into the kitchen while I was bending way over to
replace a casserole dish in the oven, my backside thrust high up.
"That's a cute hairdo, honey, what I can see of it. And an even
cuter tush, whoever you are!" she said. "But where's Joey?"
I straightened up and faced her. "I don't know any more, Ellie,"
I said. Then in my girly voice, "This isn't at all what I expected
when I offered to be a girl for you. This isn't me."
Elaine was genuinely astonished that the girl with the cute tush
and the sweet voice was me. She just stared, speechless for a
moment. Then she recovered.
"'Miss Elaine' to you, Joy honey! Remember? But you're gorgeous!
A few more changes here and there and you'd really be beautiful!"
"That's what Miss Rebecca said earlier," I told her a little
mournfully. If I got too gorgeous, I knew, she might begin to
agree with her Becky that my male equipment ruined the effect.
"Oh, Becky's been teasing you again about those things you've got
dangling down there? Well, don't worry, sweetheart. Now that
you're my girlfriend, not my husband, I can finally tell you girl
to girl that they aren't that impressive. A lot of our lovemaking
during the past year or so has been for old time's sake. Lots of
men are hung better than you, honey. Your boss, Gary, for one!"
Suddenly a delighted smile lit up her face. "But you know that
already, now, don't you? Becky told me this morning that she'd set
you up to suck his cock before the day was out. And she did it,
didn't she! I can tell from the expression on your face just now!
How was it? Exciting?"
As she asked, my wife actually came up close to me and put her arms
around my neck, and pressed her body to me, and wriggled her pelvis
on my stiffening crotch, and put her face up to mine. Girl to
girl? I kissed her. I couldn't help it. My heart yearned toward
her. She sighed.
"Oh, that's so nice. So gentle. I think I'm going to like this
new arrangement. But when you sucked Gary's cock, honey, did you
like it? Did it make your heart feel all fluttery? Did you feel
transformed into a different person?"
"Yes, sweetheart. Or is it Miss Sweetheart?" She smiled at my
little joke, and lifted her head to hear more. "Yes. It made me
a cock sucker. I wasn't one before. He insisted that I swallow
his sperm. Twice. So I had to. Then later I barfed it all back
up."
She looked into my eyes affectionately and pressed her hips even
closer. I could feel her belly sliding my skirt and slip up and
down along the length of my dong. "You poor dear! Too much stress
for one day, I suppose. But he *does* have a nice cock. So
beautifully shaped, and quite impressive in size, too. You'll get
to love it the way I do, I bet! That's what Miss Caroline's School
is for, to help girls like you develop positive attitudes. So
you'll never pass a goodlooking man on the street without at least
a glance at his crotch, wondering how he's hung."
There'd been all these hints all day. Francesca, Gary, Miss
Rebecca, they all seemed to be telling me that my wife has been
unfaithful to me with other men, not just with her Rebecca. For
some time. She herself had almost said it earlier. And now she
was saying it again! She's sucked Gary's cock? My boss's? She
almost never blows me, I thought. She once told me it was
distasteful to her.
I hugged her pelvis tightly against mine, the most intimate contact
we'd had in ...was it only two days? And I smiled at her as
sweetly as my little cupid's bow mouth could smile. I could see in
her eyes that her heart was reaching toward me. "My sweet, sweet
Joy!" she crooned to me. I began to kiss her, nibbling her lips.
I needed confirmation, and decided to seek it indirectly. "Have you
given Gary many blow jobs, honey?" I murmured to her. I didn't
want to know, but I had to know.
"Oh, yes, sweetheart," she said breathlessly, in between sweet,
soft pecks of her lips on mine. "And lots of other men too.
Practically all the men I go to bed with, in fact, except you.
They love it. Men fuck so much more satisfactorily after a little
lip. It excites them, I guess. You'll find out!" She reached
between us and began to knead my cock, now fully hardened inside my
pantyhose. "It excites me, too! I love taking a powerful,
masculine man into my mouth, and making him dance to my least
little lick or kiss."
"You mean now you're willing to suck on my penis before we fuck?
Is that what you mean?"
"No, sweetheart, that's not what I mean. I think you know what I
mean. You never were a powerful, masculine man, and now look at
you! Already practically my sister! My sissy hubby! Soon, when
you're more of a woman, you'll also want to suck cock before making
love, to inspire your man to fuck you more passionately. That's
what I mean. The way I do. I guess your first experience today
wasn't too pleasant. Gary shouldn't have asked you to swallow
right off. Cum is an acquired taste, I think."
"And you've acquired it?" I asked. I was getting disconsolate.
The more I learned, the worse I felt. So to recover some
self-confidence I reached down and cupped the cheeks of her ass,
then pulled her pelvis close. Ellie responded by rising up on her
toes and throwing her head back and pressing even closer against
me, her hand still working my penis while my head bent to kiss her
throat.
"Oh, yesssss! Yes, honey! Yes!"
"And then when they cum, you fuck them?" I asked, my mouth on her
neck.
"Yes, lover! If they can get it up right away, then right away. If
not, soon afterward. You never could stiffen up again twice, not
the same night. So I never wanted to blow you first! I'd always
rather that you used your one cumpower sex drive to fuck me. I've
never, ever, really gotten enough fucking!"
"So you've fucked Gary too?" My face was soaked, from pressing
into the hollow of her throat while I licked and sucked and kissed
her neck.
"Of course," she said in a dreamy voice. Should I be reminding her
of other lovers at a moment like this? "Didn't I just say so?
Fucked and sucked Gary. Quite a few times. I love it. It's such
a beautiful cock!" Then she pulled back and to one side, and
looked at me a little askew.
"Now Joy, sweetie, let's be sensible. You just had that heavy
sculptured thing of his in your own mouth only this afternoon. You
just swallowed his cum, even though you found it was just a little
bit rich for your tummy, only this afternoon. We were just
regretting that you aren't yet woman enough to hold it down,
weren't we? You're scheduled to take on more mall managers in the
next few months than the men I'll bed down in a year, hundreds
maybe. You're the company whore now, lover! That's how you'll
prove you sincerely love being the girl you asked me to make you!
Remember? That's what Becky and Gary have arranged for you! So
why these questions? Are you jealous? Whatever for? Am I jealous
that you spent the afternoon licking Gary's lollypop while I was
hard at work downtown?"
"At least I didn't fuck him," I said, a little truculently, trying
to reproach her with my virtuous example. This conversation was
getting crazy. What kind of a comment was that?
Miss Elaine leaned way back, still supported by my hands on her ass
cheeks, and looked at me thoughtfully.
"No, sweetheart," she said. "I know you didn't. Becky wanted him
to take your cherry too this afternoon, really to ream your ass
deep and hard and fast, so you'd come home to us in real pain,
spraddle-legged, your guts oozing cum and your panties soaked,
maybe bleeding a little like the virgin you are. So you'd limp
into the house like a five dollar streetwalker eager to get to
sleep. Gary can make any woman feel that way, you know! He's been
in my ass too! More than once! If your Joseph wants to be a girl,
Becky said, then let Gary fuck his sissy brains out! Becky wanted
you to finish up today feeling absolutely and utterly humiliated,
like some gang-raped high school cheer leader. To feel emasculated
once and for all, because men do tend to think that if they're
fucked by other men they're no longer men."
She paused, still studying me. "I think so too, Joy! Don't you?"
Then she continued. "But I wouldn't let her arrange it just yet.
You're still new to being a girl, and I was afraid that huge thing
of his might rip something inside you. Also, I want the first time
you're held in a man's arms, and kissed, and fucked, to be as
beautiful for you as it was for me. So you're eager to do it
again! So we agreed that you could wait for romance until Miss
Caroline's. Until you're a girl in your desires too, not just in
your intentions. We both hope that when you come back from Miss
Caroline's you'll be as eager to get laid as I am."
I didn't seem able to regain the moral high ground. I tried once
again. "Miss Elaine, honey," I said. "Doesn't Miss Rebecca expect
you to be faithful to her now that you're living together?"
She was puzzled. "No, Joy. Why do you ask? I've always gone out
with boys now and then despite my deep devotion to Becky. Despite
my deep devotion to you too! And she's always had a few girls
available to her on the side, too.
Finally I could sound like the injured party. "I've been faithful
to you ever since our marriage, no matter what the temptations.
And now you say you've had other men all this time? And also had
Miss Rebecca? You haven't been faithful to me at all! Why, honey?
Why?"
Her body was still relaxed in my arms, but I saw that she was still
watching me closely. "I like sex," she said, simply. "Correction,
I love sex! Every night, if I can get it, and as often each night
as I can get it. Becky and I did things together every night. And
some of the guys I've been with, they can do things repeatedly
night after night, sometimes for days on end!"
She laid her head to one side, eyes almost closed but still
watching me, now faintly amused. "I never promised you I'd forsake
all others, sweetheart. Remember? That's what you promised me!
I always left my options open! For Becky, and for my other needs."
She paused, then surged ahead. "I owe it to you to tell you
everything now, honey. This may hurt your masculine ego, but maybe
it'll strengthen your femininity. I love you, but as a man you're
sexually inadequate. It's not your fault, but you lack drive and
stamina both. You lack the passionate dedication it takes to bring
a woman to the top of her arc and then keep her there hour after
hour. Oh, you'll try to make love to me once, maybe two, three
times a week, in a good week. You're a good man, and I know you
love me. But that's a big reason why I decided to leave you for
Becky when she asked me to live with her. If you must know. And
that's why I was delighted by your offer to turn girl for me.
You're no loss to me, sexually. I think it's quite probable that
a man who isn't much of a man is better off as a woman. In time,
she'll find she's hotter, more eager for sex, and more responsive
too! Because a woman can perform any time -- she doesn't have to
wait a few days to get it up again! All she has to do is want it!
That's why I want you to become all girl, not just sort of a girl.
A girl who likes guys. So you can perform any time with the right
kind of guy."
"Then too, honey, if you're a girl you won't mind who I sleep with
-- you'll be pleased that I'm pleased. We can even gossip about
our different men the way girlfriends do. Then we're both better
off. You may even do better with men than I do! Just look at you,
honey! You're already quite attractive! And just look what you've
already done with Gary! What a wonderful beginning! I just love
it, how far you're willing to go to keep our marriage alive! What
girl wouldn't? That's true love, no doubt about that at all! It's
so very flattering! So very, very dear!"
She kissed me on the nose. "Now be a good girlfriend. Ask me the
kinds of questions a girlfriend would ask about my other men. No
more jealousy! For instance, a year ago, you remember a new man
your company hired, Michael? He worked for you? Let's pretend
it's a year ago and I've agreed to have dinner alone with Michael,
just to see what he has in mind. I remember what I hoped would
happen -- he's very good-looking, loaded with ambition, and he has
that devastatingly cute smile! He told me he wanted to talk about
you, to understand you better. The way he said it, the way he
looked at me, made me feel so strangely excited! I told him I
would of course, but that I'd have to be home by midnight or you'd
worry. And I was. You never even noticed."
"You dated Michael?" I asked morosely. I remembered Michael very
well! We worked together on several projects. Tremendous drive
and vitality, always cheerful, a vigorous man always on top of
everything. And unfailingly generous -- he'd let everyone else
take credit for his own ideas. I owed him, I knew, for a promotion
I got soon after he transferred out to head one of our branches.
"This is a pretend conversation, you know. So you can practice
asking me the right questions. That's not what a girlfriend would
ask. She'd assume it."
"Please. Just this once."
"Yes, I did date him. As often as I could, while he was here. He
was wonderful, Joey! His body was hard and chiseled, and he did
everything with such enthusiasm! He'd plug himself into me and
never stop moving, not for hours, no matter how frantic I got. I
spent a lot of our time together altogether out of my mind,
probably babbling all sorts of wild things to him."
"You talked about me?"
"Of course. When my mouth wasn't full of him, of course! He was
a much better lover than you, and it was so marvelous I just had to
say so! But Joy, these still aren't a girlfriend's questions.
Let's try to pretend again. I've just had my first date with him
and you call me at work the next day for a little gossip session.
I'll answer the phone. 'Hello'?"
I swallowed hard. "Hello," I said.
"Joy! So marvelous that you called. I was just about to call
you!"
"Oh?" I paused. Then I forced the next question. "So how was
it?"
"Joy, he was fantastic, beyond anything you'd ever imagine! We
looked at each other and forgot all about ordering dinner! We're
lucky the restaurant was in a hotel, or we'd have done each other
right there on the table in full view of everyone!"
She waited. "That good, eh?" was all I could come up with. She
waited some more, and then suddenly I remembered how women talk
with each other about dates.
"Oooh, scrumptious!" I said. "You have to tell me everything!
First of all, what were you wearing?" An image of her undressing
in front of him was tormenting my mind.
Elaine suddenly threw both arms around my neck and kissed me
ferociously! "Oh, Joy, Joy, that's perfect! You do have a talent
for this! Of course my girlfriend would ask that question! That's
what women are always concerned about, how to dress for all sorts
of occasions, especially for a first date with a new lover. I'll
tell you everything, sweetheart. I want you to know, so you'll
know how to dress when the time comes! I'll want to tell you lots
of things I do with my men, things I couldn't tell Becky because
she's never wanted to know about men. But not right now!"
She wriggled her buttocks free from my hands and stood back.
"Dinner's just about ready, Joy. I see you've set three places for
us. If you don't mind, honey, until Becky's willing to accept you
as a real woman I think you should make it just two places. You
can eat here in the kitchen after you've served us and stood by to
tend our needs, and cleared the table and put things back to
rights. We real women have things we want to talk about that don't
concern you!" Her eyes glistened. "Some things that do concern
you, but then, servants should never listen to their betters'
conversations, should they?"
"No," I said absently, scarcely listening now. I was still
absorbing these many terrible revelations. I was near despairing.
Me, sexually inadequate to my own wife's needs? Tricked into
blowing a man who's been fucking my wife? One of the men? One of
many men? How many men? My boss now expects me to service him as
a regular thing? My life has been a sham, I thought. But despite
all, I had to admit it, I do love her! She's so very desireable,
even now! Even more than before! And she loves me, in her way,
she's just practically told me so again!
"No, what?" She looked at me, expectant.
"No, Miss Elaine."
"That's my sweetheart!" And she twirled out to join Miss Rebecca
in the living room while I began to set out their dinner.
end 05/13
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