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{ASSM} Threesome Part 8/13, 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 8/13
by Vickie Tern
I began to wipe the cum on my face off with my finger, then to lick
my finger. What else could I do?
"Now look in your purse, and take out the small compact and
lipstick you'll find there, and put some lipstick on your mouth as
sensually as you can, as if you were refreshing yourself, as if you
were utterly absorbed with making yourself look ravishing. That
drives men wild at a time like this. Some will harden up
immediately and then feed you dessert!"
At that moment Duncan leaned over and kissed her neck, and a great
grin lit up her face. She threw her head back and her arm went
around his neck, and her leg rose to wrap around his hips, and she
was in ecstasy! All over! They were beginning again!
"Joy, dear!"
I looked over at Flora.
"Aren't you happy for your wife, that she's getting laid so
thoroughly? That she's enjoying herself? Tell her!"
God! He was inside her again now, and her arms were languishing on
his neck! She was covering his face with little nibbling kisses!
"Girls aren't jealous of each other'sex lives when they have their
own. Tell her, dear!"
Steve had taken my hand and kissed it the way a gentleman kisses a
lady's hand, then placed it gently against his penis and begun
rotating it there. He was beginning to grow hard again.
Play along, I told myself. "Miss Elaine, I'm so glad you're
getting fucked!" I said reluctantly, a little resentful..
But by now she wasn't listening. "Again, louder, Joy!" Flora said.
Ellie was now on all fours, throwing her head from side to side
while Duncan slammed that thing into her from behind, over and
over. "Miss Elaine," I shouted at her, "You look great, getting
fucked!"
"Never fucked like this!" she shouted aloud from deep in her
throat, as if to herself, though maybe in reply to me. "Never like
this! Never!" I marveled at how far forward she could coil her
body before ramming it back into Duncan on his in-thrusts, and then
twist to prolong that cock's movement back out of her quim.
"Joy honey!"
Flora was talking to me. I turned my eyes back to hers.
"This is how your days here begin. I'll give you your first shot
of the day. Then Elaine and you will have sex together. Isn't
that nice? Together but with different men, each of you each time.
I'll tell you, this time is real enough. You were upset yesterday
when you heard that your wife has enjoyed other men and women for
a long time now, weren't you? Well, that's wrong. If you truly
loved her you'd be delighted for her. And you'll want to be the
best of friends with her, don't you? Loving friends?"
"That's why each morning for the rest of this week you'll watch her
get well-fucked by some of the best hung men we have here. Or think
that's what's happening. And you'll learn from watching how she
feels when she's royally fucked, and you'll long to feel the same
way. She'll watch you having sex too, until you no longer feel
ashamed but proud that you too can satisfy a man, that you too are
a real girl. Trust me, when you leave here all those little male
jealousies and resentments will be quite gone. You'll understand
how silly they were. How selfish!"
"Now this time help clean her when she and Duncan are finished.
Whatever flows down her thigh is yours, and whatever you suck out
of her is yours too! You'll need all the nourishment you can get,
remember. Then when you're done, I'll take you to your room and
prepare you for classes in feminine deportment, dressing and
make-up, and enjoying your 'look,' finding out who you are,
learning little feminine tricks to please other women and flirt
with men. You'll be quite the lady when you leave here!"
I wanted to object, but Steve's or my own thick sperm had stuck my
lips together! By the time I'd licked them clean my wife was
writhing her rear end into Duncan as he slammed that huge tube in
and out yet again. I was no competition for a stud like Duncan!
I'd never even been in the running! I felt sad and helpless.
Elaine loved me, I knew. But I could see why she'd gone elsewhere
for sex.
Still, I'd given her what no other man would ever give her! I'd
offered to become a woman for her. Now I'd do it! I watched as
the two of them rose to a crescendo. Elaine began to wail and
scream again, and Duncan began to grunt out loud. I waited for
them to subside, for Duncan to fall from her exhausted. But it
didn't seem to be happening. I wondered how Elaine felt, twisting
on his cock.
That was a new thought! I wondered how Elaine felt! How I'd feel
if I were Elaine with all that meat being stuffed into me over and
over! My cock stiffened! I wasn't sure!
Finally Duncan withdrew, his prick finally dangling glossy and limp
but still impressive. I came forward timorously. Elaine was still
crouched on all fours, her eyes glazed, breathing heavily, as I
wriggled face up under her and positioned my head between her
spread thighs. It was rank, that pussy just above! The lips were
bloated and hung down! She must have noticed me, because she
lowered her quim to my face, and I dove in, licking and sucking
furiously. I wanted to be indispensable to her! No matter who
fucked her, I wanted to be there for her, so she'd always want to
return to me! She clamped her legs around my ears and head, and
pushed her pussy deeper onto my face, and leaned way forward.
Then unexpectedly she mouthed my now-erect penis. We were
sixty-nining, for the first time ever in our marriage! Duncan's
cum poured out of her cunt as I lapped and slurped and sucked and
licked her slit, yet I felt lovely feelings accumulate and rise up
out of my crotch. So helplessly sweet! Francesca was right!
Flora was right! I now shared that knowledge with Ellie. A woman
giving a man a blow job can get him to do anything! Ellie had
gotten Duncan to cum into her! I worked gratefully to tongue and
suck all those slick fluids and syrupy gouts of cum Duncan had
squirted and smeared into my beautiful wife's gorgeous pussy, and
into the cracks of her delectable ass. The more I licked the
better I felt! When finally I'd gotten it all she plunged her lips
down to my cockroot, and that moment I came again! Uncontrollably!
Then Elaine rose and turned, as Flora had done before her, and fed
me my own cum from her own precious mouth! Tears of gratitude
rolled down my cheeks.
I lay on the floor, and Elaine rose to rearrange her clothes and to
dress herself. As she pulled up her skirt she looked at me slyly.
"You didn't expect anything like this, did you honey?"
"No, Miss Elaine. Not at all. I thought this was a school."
She raised her eyebrows. "Oh? Well tell me, what did you learn
this morning?"
I thought a moment. "That I'm not much of a man. That you prefer
sex with men who are men. That I shouldn't be jealous, I should be
envious, and want what you want. I should be more of a woman."
Elaine was impressed. "That's a lot for anyone to learn in such a
short time, Joy. Think about how the two of us can make love
together when you're a woman! With or without men! That already
gives me delicious shivers. Did you learn anything else?"
I thought a moment. "That cum from different men tastes different.
Duncan's from your pussy, and Steve's from his penis, and mine from
Flora's mouth and yours, all different. And Gary's, of course."
Flora broke in. "Be sure to let us know whose cum you especially
enjoy, so we can schedule him as a special treat when you've done
something special. But now it's time for another shot. This one
builds on the previous, so maybe you won't remember much afterward,
but you'll remember some, and you'll remember all of the
essentials. You'll watch lots of subliminals while it's working in
you. Then each night you'll sleep it off, or maybe spend the night
feeling yourself getting further conditioned."
"Each morning she's actually here your wife will be able to see for
herself how you're progressing, what a really sweet, passionate
girl you're becoming. Or you'll hallucinate that she sees it. And
that's what you'll become."
I looked at Elaine. She was finished dressing, and had picked up
her purse, preparing to leave. "Be good, honey!" she said. "Not
that you have much choice!"
She gave me a quick goodbye peck on the cheek, and I was glad to
see that all she gave Duncan was the pressure of her hand on his
crotch and a smile. A nod to Steve and to Flora, and she was gone.
Flora took out another syringe. "Just a memory tranquillizer now.
You'll be having your hormone implants soon, but you'll know about
them only the way any young girl knows, by what then happens to
your body. Mornings your mind will seem to be clear. Then the
rest of the day, and how you get to bed, will usually seem a little
vague. You'll remember some things, but you'll learn everything.
It'll all seem perfectly natural. And I'll always be with you,
taking good care that you benefit from everything we do for you."
"Thank you, Flora," I said, feeling a little helpless. "You're a
pet!" Was that me talking like that?
She rubbed my arm with damp gauze, and inserted a needle. I didn't
want to look, so I looked around. Duncan was gone. Steve had his
fat cock out again. He was stroking it, and it was already
projecting massively out of him, thick and rigid. He was looking
me straight in the eye with a crooked grin. "Your ass this time,
sweetheart! It'll hurt, but you won't remember, except that later
you'll be happy we did it!"
I came to love that grin. I remember very little about my first
real fuck, only an astonishingly full feeling that began in my rear
and soon made me feel full everywhere. When I came, I cried out
for him to pump deeper into me!
And that's all I remember about my first day at Miss Caroline's.
vii.
I have only vagrant recollections of the three weeks I spent at
Miss Caroline's School for Girls, but I must say, I'm grateful to
her for what she made me. I can't remember ever being happier than
I am now.
Some memories are clear enough.
I remember a whole morning spent learning how to apply four
different shades of eye shadow to each eye, and eye liner, and
mascara, and curlers, how proud I was when finally I'd done it to
Gail's satisfaction. Gail was my make-up and hair-do coach. "Not
too whorey, sweetheart," she'd say. "But slather on as much as you
can." It was wonderful. Huge baby-sized dark eyes that made my
whole face seem smaller and my whole expression innocent. And when
I gave my hairstyle a little flip I was sure was irresistible, I
called up one of my boyfriends for a date to see if it would have
the desired effect. It did. He certainly found me irresistible!
I remember after I'd been there a week or so, I'm not sure, I came
down to our morning lounge to find that Miss Elaine was on a couch
in a far corner making out with a slim young man with long blonde
hair and a gargantuan cock, one that hung halfway to his knees, or
would have hung there if it weren't stiff at attention halfway
toward his chest. She was stroking his face while he titfucked
her. "I'm just not sure, darling," she said to him dreamily.
"That marvelous thing of yours might hurt me."
"I'll use your sweet little back door," the blonde young man said.
"You're deep enough for me there. You'll love it!"
"I still don't know." She turned her head slightly toward me.
"Joy, what do you think. Should I let him? I've hardly ever. Not
even with you. It just doesn't seem right."
"Do it, honey. You'll love it and he'll love it! It's wonderful!"
Why did I say that?! I suddenly recalled that three men had been
in and out of my back door non-stop over the weekend. I'd been
ravished! By Sunday night my anus was so loose and open and
accustomed that I'd slept right through another round of further
fucking, they told me afterward. Cum was trickling out of a gaping
space back there when I woke up, but I remembered none of it.
Until now. Did it ever really happen?
"It's just glorious when a man's meat tucked in there," I confided
to her. "But do let me do it too, after he's finished with you."
She turned toward me, surprised. "Why Joy, what do you mean? How
can you do it to me? Your injections have ended your erections for
good. Thet tell me you can watch me fuck all day without getting
ideas in your head or unsightly bulges in your skirt!"
"No, not do it to you, honey. Have him do it to me! Let me take
him into my ass after he's done you. I'll bet that stud there can
go so deep into each of us we'd be able to lick his cockhead
without opening our mouths." I smiled at my little joke. It was
something the two of us could share as women!
But really, that idea was very appealing! I imagined that blonde
young man penetrating my asshole and pausing, and I wriggled my
bottom and shuddered at the thought of how it would feel. I wanted
him to plunge into me right now! I wanted to share my wife's lover
in order to satisfy her sexually!
What was the matter with me? Were those wisps of real memory of
men fucking me real, or was I dreaming? Or was it conditioning,
what I now imagined? I slept every night with earphones, seductive
voices speaking in my head while I lay agreeably relaxed,
listening, dreaming.
When I told her all that, Miss Elaine enjoyed the notion that a man
exists somewhere who could penetrate our bodies all the way to our
mouths. "Why Joy, you want to share my pleasures! That's very
sweet! Is it all right with you, ahhh, Scott, that is your name
isn't it?"
He beamed at her, then at me. "Terrific!" he said. "Yes, that's
me! A double header with two beautiful women! But she'll have to
lick me clean from you before I do her. Are you willing, Joy?" He
smiled the most ingratiating smile at me. So young and so
beautiful, he was. My heart melted. A Prince!
"All right, Scott!" I said demurely. I didn't want to spook him!
"I'll want to lick her rear end anyhow when you're finished with
her, I love cum!" I didn't tell him that in fact I was starved for
cum! "So it's no trouble for me to sweeten you up for me too. A
privilege! You're so very... long!"
I looked at that dangling cock with amazement and a shiver of
anticipation, as any woman would. And with not the faintest twinge
of envy or curiosity about what it would be like to have one, as
any man would. I'd crossed a border somehow.
He then entered each of us in turn, each of us on our backs side by
side, our legs draped over his shoulders. He used quick, short
strokes with Miss Elaine, because that was the rhythm she
established with him, eyes open and her mind far away elsewhere,
until her grunts quickened into a wail and she bent over backwards
to push her ass all the way up against his groin. "God, how deep,"
she said, breathless. "Never! Never!"
What she meant by "Never!" I soon found out myself. I was eager to
feel him in me. In fact the thought left me breathless! After a
pause for him to recover his virility -- almost immediately, it
seemed, as I licked his pole up and down and up and it quickly
stiffened -- he slid into me and began sliding in and out with
long, easy strokes. It felt so good, I felt so satisfied that at
first I threw my arms around his neck and covered his face with
kisses. As it went on I lay back like a rag doll, my legs
languishing on his neck, my whole body become one cunt, slick and
surging on his prick, eager to give him joy. My eyes closed, I
felt him straighten up and yet keep plunging into my ass, each time
glorious. Then I felt the soft, satiny pressure of my wife's ass
cheeks on my face, as kneeling over my neck she lowered her bung
hole to my mouth and I drank and sucked it while still wriggling on
my man's long pole! She wanted to be sure I was fed! I almost
wept at her thoughtfulness! Such a darling dear!
I came in a deep, new way, my whole body clenching in visceral
ecstasy, then relaxing. Then a few more strokes and I felt him
pulsing into my bowels. I wished desperately that moment that the
fluid he pumped into me could make babies, but that was one of the
pleasures denied my womanhood. My womanhood! I was a woman now!
Elaine lifted her haunches off my face and to one side, and I saw
that she was so enamored of this beautiful young man that she'd
wrapped her arms around his neck and was kissing him passionately.
"Enough, sweetheart," I said to her, amused. "I want to thank this
darling man too!"
"You're not the least bit jealous?"
"Jealous after the greatest fuck of my life?" I smiled at the
silly thought. "Whatever for?" I kissed him. "Thank you, dear,"
I said to him. "You're gorgeous!"
"You're very welcome," she said absently. "Any time at all."
"I hope so," I said. And I did hope so! I too was amazed by how
I felt. But there was no denying it. The very next day Miss
Elaine phoned up to ask me to look especially pretty for her when
I came to our therapy session. I did. Then when we'd each given
our men both heads and tails and they'd bid us farewell and left,
she took an enormous dildo out of a bag she'd brought, strapped it
on, and reamed it into me. Its way in was oiled by the cum still
oozing from me, and I was in heaven! "It's like when I do it with
Becky," she whispered to me. "Do you like it?"
"Oh," I replied in tears. "I love it! Please! Do it to me
forever!"
"No fear, sweetheart," she said. "I am. I will. Over and over!"
I remember how frustrated I felt when, one morning, having arranged
my entire outfit around brown and gold, a gold chain broke as I was
clasping it around my neck, and the effect was ruined. I changed
to purple with silver accessories, but purple is really not my
color. Then I had to change my nail polish and lipstick so they
wouldn't clash. I was grateful that when I arrived for my morning
session, my wife was pre-occupied with Kevin and didn't look up
until Jerry and Chris had already stripped me naked, and each had
entered me at each end. I always wanted to look my best, and I was
such a mess! Why can't they make gold chains stronger?
Some other memories of my stay at Miss Caroline's are dream-like,
fragmentary and vague.
I remember Duncan telling me while I was licking his cock that he
had never gone down on a pussy. He wondered about people who
wanted to. "Lesbians do it," I explained to him. "And men who
love girls." "Which are you?" he asked me. I didn't know. I
couldn't say anyhow, because at that moment he filled my mouth with
jism. I wanted him to go down on my pussy, but I didn't have one
yet.
I remember despite the tranquillizers that usually kept me so calm,
so cheerful, I became terribly upset once when my hair was all
flyaway and wouldn't smooth down, and I had a date with Brian.
"That's the part of me he'll be looking at most of the night!" I
cried in tears. "And it's a mess! What'll he think of me?" I was
so grateful to Flora for bringing in a set of hot rollers and
showing me how to use them! But the next day I couldn't remember
much about the date. I couldn't even recall knowing anyone named
Brian. He may have been a figment of hypnotherapy. But I do
remember how my heart swelled up and overflowed with joy when I
came down and he stared at me and told me I was beautiful. I felt
so terribly happy just then! We went dancing, and I took him into
the Ladies Roon to blow him.
I remember Flora once came into my room with two huge enema bags
and never explained why, and we spent a delightful two hours as she
pumped me full and then allowed me to empty myself out, then pumped
me full again, until the water all ran clear. "Douche before every
date, dear, remember! And again after!" I always did, of course.
But this time she added, "Especially before any date with the
doctor!" She pushed the nozzles in and out playfully, and then
worked a long dildo into me, and turned it on so it throbbed and
vibrated, and I came yet again. We giggled and pretended it was
Scott, the thin blonde man whose garden-hose cock had been so deep
inside me earlier that day. Then when she inserted a suppository,
I fell into a deep, untroubled sleep.
I didn't fully wake up until the next afternoon, and when I did I
was ravenous! "Bring me some men!" I called out, only half-joking.
"I'm starved!" Flora poked her head in and said amused, "Joy,
please, remember that you're a lady!" Then men appeared, and I
deep-throated two in a row before pausing to enjoy the third more
slowly, languorously, sucking and lifting my eyes up to him coyly
as I'd been taught, like a nursing baby grateful to its mother. He
was so pleased he rewarded me with two loads of cum.
I was on my back all that time, and in a shortie nightie I didn't
remember from the night before. And I was utterly hairless, even
my chin and underarms! When I lifted myself to my elbows after the
third man kissed me and left the room, I realized for the first
time that my chest felt sore. And my bottom. No, not my bottom,
my balls! I rang for Flora, and when she saw me on my elbows she
lowered me gently back to the bed. "Tomorrow, dear! You need
still one more day to recover, but you'll be fine tomorrow!" She
gave me an injection.
When I woke it was dark, and when I woke again it was daybreak. I
lay there, wriggled, and everything felt fine. No soreness!
I remember lessons in how to look sweet and pretty. How to have
good taste, selecting shoes and handbags that harmonize with my
outfit, and heels and skirt lengths appropriate for different
occasions and times of day. How to create voices for different
occasions, cooing, sighing, squeaking excitedly, speaking
imperiously or casually, but all thoroughly feminine. How to do my
hair in a neat everyday setting or put it up in high style, and
makeup for both kinds of occasions. Which bras to wear with
decollete necklines so my new breasts would show cleavage instead
of merely jutting well forward as they usually did, now that they
were real breasts, part of me.
How to appreciate the finer points of my wife's other lovers --
each morning I watched Miss Elaine screwing a different man,
sometimes on videotape. She then shared with me how she felt about
each while I cleaned him out of her, what she'd done with each to
please him, or to get him to please her. I dreamed once that she
took on three men at the same time, and when she visited we giggled
together about how the one in her ass and the one in her pussy were
really rubbing their peckers against each other together through
the thin membrane separating her anus from her vagina -- they never
knew they were really bringing each other off! Men could be so
dense sometimes! Sometimes while I watched Miss Elaine and her
stud-of-the-day at work Flora sucked gently on my penis so I'd feel
good about it. But Miss Elaine enjoyed herself so much I felt good
just imagining I was Miss Elaine.
Miss Caroline invited me in for an orientation all by myself.
"Flora tells me you've finally confessed to her that when you were
growing up you were a girl in a boy's body, envious of all the
other girls when they developed their figures and you didn't. That
all your life you've been a woman in a man's body." She smiled at
me reassuringly. "That now you really want us to help you become
what you've always been."
It was true the moment I heard her say it! Of course! That
explained why I couldn't look at any of the men here at Miss
Caroline's without wondering what they would feel like hugged close
to me, or more slyly, thrusting into me. Why I loved having my
hair done, and just adored dressing up for dinner even when dinner
consisted of only a single impersonal cock come to call on me in
the lounge, barely interrupting my reading of ads in Vanity Fair
and Harper's Bazaar.
I broke down then for the first time in my life, and cried tears of
real joy that she understood me! After all those years of guilty
suppression. "Yes! Yes, it's true! I've been so ashamed! But
it's true! That's what I am! Please, please help me!" I buried
my face in my hands and sobbed. She knew my secret, and she wanted
to help!
She leaned toward me and clasped my hands between hers. "We're here
to help you, Joy! You want our help!" I agreed. "You want
breasts to enhance your figure immediately, don't you." I agreed.
"And special hormone implants to replace your testosterone
production." I agreed. "A bit of facial reconstruction, not much,
wider eyes and cheekbones perhaps, and a smaller jaw?" I agreed.
She asked me to sign something. I agreed. She commented then, "Oh
yes, the women in your life are both C cup sized. But I've
recommended that your chest enhancement be B sized for a while, not
C. There's no doubt your hormonal implants will fill you out to a
C cup when all's done. Your wife agrees that B cups will be just
fine, a bit small for your frame, but enough to keep your bras
filled and to give you an attractive-enough figure, when you want
to look attractive."
She smiled reassuringly at me, woman to woman. "Doctor Lander
wanted DD for you, so you'd emerge from here something of a freak.
She sounded a bit spiteful, Joy -- you should do some fence mending
with her, if you can. I refused her. Because my girls always
emerge from here looking like respectable women, never like freaks.
Even the cum-crazy whores."
"Thank you," I told her. "But I already have breasts. I love
them!" I looked down at them and there they were, swelling out the
front of my lovely scoop-neck knit T-shirt. I wasn't wearing a
bra, and they bobbled and felt wobbly and full as I lifted them up!
My men would adore them! When I looked back at Miss Caroline she
was nowhere to be seen. I wasn't even in her office. Had I
daydreamed the interview?
I did dream one night that I had to spend most of one night licking
and sucking and stroking some horse's penis, a long, fat, red,
glistening thing. After he came they let me return to my own bed,
and I fell asleep contentedly smacking my lips.
end 8/13
VickieTern@AOL.COM
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