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{ASSM} NEW TG: A Real Girl 1/2 by Vickie Tern M/M M/F femdom
Another of my "conversation" stories. Comment welcome, as always,
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you're a lean-legged computer game girl in skimpy tights who zaps
Martian monsters! Your time will come!
A Real Girl 1/2
by Vickie Tern
"You're going out tonight, Beth? Again?"
"Yes, with Christine and some friends. A concert, and then I
expect we'll do other things. Don't worry, she's bringing Bill
over to keep you company. We'll use her car -- she'll pick Bill up
here to take him home when she brings me home. Late, but some time
before dawn. So you'll have our car to use if the two of you want
to go somewhere. A late night supper, something like that. Sound
exciting?"
"He never wants to go out. Before dawn? Why so late?"
"You know perfectly well why so late, honey. So you and Bill can
have plenty of time to ... you know. We don't want to intrude."
"Must you? Must she? I really don't want to be Heather with Bill
again tonight, not so soon. Please? My ... I'm still so sore from
last time. He wouldn't quit! Over and over! God!"
"'So soon'? You mean Sunday? That was days ago! And at breakfast
Monday morning you told me you loved it! You told me that your
first two ... encounters were sheer joy, that you went out of your
mind with all of the clutching and squeezing and humping and
pumping. You were still dazed when I got home, if I recall, and he
squirted so much goop into you that you leaked all through the next
day! Remember, I had to lend you a tampon so you could get to
work? And even then three pairs of your panties were soaked
before cum quit dribbling out of your body. And for each time he
came, you came, you said, and that's some kind of record for you!
The first times with your cock clamped between your two bellies
while you rolled and wriggled together. And you both loved it!
You said he licked a puddle of cum out of your belly button
afterward, whatever didn't soak into the bed sheets, and that then
he French kissed you. And that he finished the evening by giving
you a blow job! That sounds really loving! I thought you'd be
pleased he was coming over again tonight!"
"Yes. Well. Maybe. Bill is sometimes nice to me, and I am
getting to like what he does to me. But just not so soon
again, Beth. He isn't exactly loving. Christine told him a while
ago that he had to make me cum for each time he came, that he
shouldn't be thinking only of his own pleasure. That if he
couldn't bring me off then his fun was over too. So he really
pushed it! After the first two times he ... made love in me I was
ready to quit or maybe just cuddle, but he wasn't done, and that's
when he really went after me! That's why he blew me, so he could
get into me again. That last time it took him over an hour to get
me up and over -- my balls and cock still feel raw from it. And he
French kissed me only because she'd told him he had to clean me up
afterward. Maybe he resented it, so he fed me all the cum he'd
lapped up. Maybe he thought it would excite me, because I always
swallow his cum whenever I blow him. I don't know. He never talks
to me."
"It's possible he was being nice. Doesn't cum excite you?"
"Well, I swallow his because you told me I had to, remember?
Because that's what girls do and when I'm with Bill I'm his girl
and that's that, that's what you said. Maybe he doesn't know that.
I do know he didn't like swallowing when Christine first told him
he had to for me too, not until last month in fact. Now he doesn't
seem to mind. He does seem now to like it. When you finally got
home last Sunday he had my whole cock and balls in his mouth,
trying to get me going one more time so he could put his thing into
me one more time! He never stops! The last couple of times he
entered me my ... pussy hurt -- all I remember is a burning feeling
as he went in and out, and in and out!"
"But the first times were good, right?"
"They were all right."
"I'll bet! Look at that secret smile! Well, sweetheart, that's
men! Girls have to take the good with the not so good. And Bill
has a lot of good in him! I'll never forget how that cock of his
felt inside me that time I tried him out to see if he was right for
you. While you were tied to our bed upstairs, pretty as a picture,
your face perfectly made up and wearing your best lingerie,
listening to us make those animal noises in the next room.
Remember the way I shrieked when he brought me off? I knew then
he'd do just fine for you, in fact that he could help us
re-establish a whole new basis for our marriage. Once I'd accepted
the fact that I was married to a pansy, not to a real man!"
"Beth, I kept telling you then, and I'm telling you now, I'm not a
pansy! I'm not gay just because I like to feel like a woman now
and then, or at least look like one!"
"You like to wear women's clothes and make-up, and you like to
wiggle around and act sexually provocative, and that's ever since
you were a teenager, didn't you once tell me that? Well, I've
accepted it, haven't I? In fact don't I insist on it nowadays,
that you enjoy those feelings every waking moment? Even at work,
so now the secretaries all know about the blouses under your
business suits and the bras under your blouses, and they compliment
you sometimes on how your figure is coming along? All I've done is
add one more way for you to feel like a woman, that's all. The
most satisfying way! To feel a man's prick inside you while you
please him. Right? And now don't you?"
"I guess. Lately, anyhow!"
"Oh, come on, you always loved it! Even your first time I think,
even when you weren't sure what was happening! A girl never
forgets her first time. Christine brought Bill over here horny as
a goat, she'd refused him relief for a week, and his prick was
dripping. He thought he'd be fucking me again like the last time.
But instead, there you were tied face down on the bed, your hairdo
fresh from the salon, your nails all beautiful, your ears all
new-pierced, your rear end propped up high on a stack of pillows,
all pretty and plump and inviting. Remember, he didn't recognize
you, he thought you were some whore we'd hired for him, and he
plowed into you like a starved man into a steak? You were grunting
and screaming the whole time! You loved it, even then! That was
the fuck that turned your ass into your pussy. From then on you
were a real girl!
"Beth, it hurt! He was much bigger than those butt plugs you'd
stuffed me with all week! I wasn't stretched out enough for him
then!"
"But now you are!"
"I guess so!"
"Well, that first time, there was no problem with your mouth when
you begged him to let you suck on his cock and he recognized your
voice. And he tried to leave, and that's when Christine told him
that she knew about him and his secretary, and she'd leave him then
and there and take her father's money out of his business and ruin
him if he didn't let you blow him? Then when we untied you and
left you two alone, who was it that got down on her knees in front
of that almighty prick and kissed it and blew him twice? Whose
idea was that?"
"You know why I begged him. You told me you'd leave me if I didn't
and you'd stop mocking my dressing up if I did, that in fact you'd
help me. So I did. Besides, when you left us alone together, he
pulled my head into his crotch, and I was afraid if I didn't suck
him dry he'd push that huge thing into my bottom again."
"But now you don't seem to mind his pushing it into your bottom.
You seem to enjoy it!"
"Yes, I do, the first times he does it. Finally. I guess I know
now how women feel about it. Last Sunday I was even looking
forward to it, thinking about that long, fat rod of his, how he'd
soon be stuffing it into me. It always feels at first as if he was
going to split me wide open. But then when his cum squirts into my
guts and I get all slippery down there, then, well, I can't express
how it feels, especially when he hardens up and pushes back into me
again, this time all slick and velvety. The second time we did it
last Sunday I ... I was reaching for the moon, and when I got there
I just couldn't stop shaking. I think I may have had your kind of
orgasm. I just kissed his face over and over!"
"See? I knew you'd come around! You are a real girl after all,
aren't you honey? You were feeling real affection toward the man
who'd just pleasured you. Same as I always do! And I remember
perfectly well how nervous you were last Sunday! How all afternoon
you kept re-doing your face, how you couldn't decide which skirt he
might find more attractive. You were being a real girl then too,
weren't you? I loved watching you!"
"I was thinking about him before he came over, yes. Because you
never once stopped reminding me how great it feels when a girl's
got her legs wrapped around a man's neck."
"Well, isn't it?"
"Yes, the first times, like I said. No complaints. But he kept
wanting more, and kept coming at me, again and again! How much of
that can a man's asshole take? He...."
"How much can a girl's vagina take, sweetheart! Never forget what
your opening is back there! That's how it's used, that's what it
is! You love to wear bras and panties and skirts and make-up and
perfume, and when you do you feel like girl, and you've always
wanted to feel like a girl, isn't that right, isn't that what you
told me last year? When I first caught you wearing my things? So
when a man's inside someone who feels like a girl, she's a girl!
Girls are fucked in their pussies, not their assholes. Mostly.
Aren't they?"
"Mmmmm! Yes, Beth, I'm sorry."
"So say what you mean to say and get it right the first time!"
"All I meant was, how much can a girl's pussy take? Those last
times, it really hurt! That's why I'm still sore!"
"But you did do your proper womanly duty, and you did drain him
completely, didn't you? When you quit with him he couldn't get it
up any more, isn't that right?"
"Yes. Not for want of trying. But why has that always been so
important? You never wanted to drain me when we were still ...."
"When we were still husband and wife, not what we are now? No. I
have to tell you, my husband Heath was always a little boring in
bed. One round with him was more than enough. And then when I
walked in on you that afternoon and discovered that you weren't
Heath, you were Heather, wearing that red silk dress of mine?
Remember how disgusted I was? How long it took me to get used to
the idea. In fact I didn't want to live with Heather at all until
Christine told me about her problem with Bill. Then I saw certain
advantages to living with a man who wanted to feel like a woman.
That you could help with Christine's problem and your own too once
and for all. And you did, too!"
"I know, you've told me. You told me how it had to be if we were
to continue together. That I had to be Heather whenever Bill came
over here. Even if he came over two, three times a week. Or more.
And I had to practice being Heather all the rest of the time. Let
it show a little even at the office, so there'd be no surprises
when I finally become Heather full time. Take those pills so my
clothes would fit me better, and my skin would be softer for him."
"Yes, it's been perfect all around! You like being a girl, so I
fixed you up to be a girl with Bill so you could get to know what
it's really like and to learn to enjoy it. And now finally you do
enjoy it! Two birds with one stone! When Christine told me how
often Bill was cheating on her, and with how many woman, it was
obvious that the only way she could ever be sure of him was to keep
him drained. Played out. Empty. And she didn't want to do it,
she didn't want him anywhere near her any more she was so furious.
Well, Christine's been my best friend since college, and there she
was, sitting in that chair over there and crying her heart out! So
of course I told her about you, and volunteered you to drain him.
My sweet, sexy Heather! So you could experience true womanhood!
And haven't you? When a man's cock is deep inside you and he's
making his moves, isn't that when you most truly feel that you're
a real girl. Isn't that so? Isn't it wonderful to feel so loved?
There's nothing better, is there, honey?"
"Beth, can't we just ...?"
"I know you didn't think so that first afternoon I caught you
mincing and prancing around trying to look pretty. But you think
so now, don't you! When you and Bill are making love, you're his
girl and he's your man. Don't you sometimes feel that way? Awww,
look at my darling! You're blushing! You know I'm right!"
"Beth, this is what you wanted me to do, and I'm making the best of
it. Yes, it does have its compensations. Mainly that you're now
willing to be my girlfriend when we go shopping, to help me buy
dresses and everything. I appreciate that. And yes, you were
right, I am beginning to feel different about Bill now. It took
long enough! What's it been now, five months Christine's been
bringing him over for me to drain him? While you two go out to
your concerts and things? I hated it the first times. So did he.
We did it only to hold our marriages together, especially after
Christine got vindictive and took over his finances, and you even
put me on an allowance. Yes, sex with Bill can be ... very good,
now, finally, but I still don't like doing it as much as he does.
"Well, we women have to make sacrifices for our men's needs. I've
told you that often enough."
"I guess. But must he come over? Must you go out with Christine
tonight? Can't I have another day to recover?"
"No, it's tonight. We already have the tickets, and we've made our
plans for afterward."
"What plans?"
"That's none of your business. Do I ask if you and Bill have any
plans?"
"Beth, I hurt! All over! Even my nipples are sore, and he never
once touches them! I wish he would, lately they've been feeling
all ... soft, feminine, desirous, you know? But Bill plays rough,
really mean and impatient when he can't get it up hard enough to
push it back into me right away. That's when he makes me kiss it
and suck on it until my mouth gets as sore as ... as my ... my
pussy is by then, just from trying to get him back to full power."
"Well that's what a girl has to do when her lover grows weary and
she still craves more. So now you blow him every time as the
evening goes on? How romantic! Do you like it, the way his cock
feels in your mouth? The way his jism tastes?"
"It isn't too bad, not any more. Sort of. Yes, lately I like it.
But I don't crave it. I just do it because my ... ah... my pussy
hurts, he stretches it so badly with that thing of his."
"I'm sure. But that's why we set up this new rule, Christine and
I. To benefit you! Because he's so selfish that he always wants
to use your body like a whore's, without once thinking about you,
about what you might like. The same way he once used Christine's
body. That's why now he doesn't get to cum unless you do too. Cum
for cum is the rule! So now he's a little more considerate of you,
isn't he? Now he makes love to you to get you in the mood,
sometimes? Caresses you, brings you little gifts. Sometimes takes
you to candlelight dinners, gives you a chance to wear your really
lovely gowns out in public? Asks you how you feel about things?
Tells you you're pretty? That kind of thing?"
"No. I suggest we go out now and then, but he doesn't hear me. He
does keep to the rule, yes, cum for cum. He's makes sure I cum
once for each time he cums. But there's nothing romantic or
considerate about it!"
"Christine's still working on him, trying to turn him into a
gentleman for you. That why he blows you when you think you can't
cum any more. When you think you're exhausted. Out of
consideration for your pleasure. Doesn't he?"
"If you mean, does he try to bring me off with his mouth so he can
earn a chance to get into me yet one more time? Yes, he does that
often. Like I said. And I appreciate it, if he doesn't get so
eager that he licks my prick raw! These days he can be very sweet
when he's on his knees and sucking my cock. He even tells me he
likes the flavor of my jism. Maybe that's why he wanted to share
it with me when he licked it off my belly last Sunday?"
"Heather, that's so sweet! That's wonderful! The two of you being
appreciative of each other! Do you ever do 69 together sometimes?
You do! I knew it! There's that blush again! I must tell
Christine! Instead of his pounding his meat through your buttocks
over and over, sometimes you just hug and make love together with
your mouths? Sometimes you're really gentle with each other?
Well!"
"You like that idea?"
"Heather, it's what I've wanted to see happen! Christine too!
It's important to us!"
"Is it? I see. Yes. Well, Beth, you don't know the whole of it.
Nowadays he also wants me to return the favor, for me to make love
to him too, to push my prick into his ass and blow myself off
inside him first thing, right away, as soon as we begin, before we
do anything else. While I'm still hard enough to penetrate him.
He says it's just so he can get ahead in the count, so he can do me
later when I'm empty and he still wants one for the road. But you
know something, I think it's because he likes it. Because he moans
the whole time, and when I cum in his bowels he outright shudders
and squeals! Quite a lot! He gets more excited than you used to,
when we ... when we used to make love together. Yes. And you know
Beth, it's really nice, feeling like a man inside of someone else
for once. The way I used to feel. Thinking about it, thinking
about Bill's ass, that's what got me so excited last Sunday. It
reminds me of your pussy. I miss it, your warm, slippery pussy
squeezing my cock while I'm inside it. The same way Bill misses
Christine's, I suppose. Maybe that's why he can't get enough of
mine."
"That's over, baby. Even when you were a man, you weren't man
enough for me. Forget about it. Concentrate on how your own warm,
slippery pussy feels when someone else is inside it. You like
getting into Bill's, do you? So Bill has a pussy now too, does
he?"
"Yes, for a couple of weeks now."
"Does he like to put on little frilly undergarments too, like you?"
"No, he's a man. That's what he says. He says that no matter how
pretty I dress up, no matter how easy I make it for him to imagine
that I'm a woman, he likes to remember that I'm a man too. That
he's fucking a man. And he says the idea doesn't bother him any
more. In fact he thinks it's exciting. That's why he wants to
know how it feels, what he's doing to me. What it's like getting
fucked by a man."
"Oh, does he? He finds sex with another man exciting?"
"Yes. When I finally got used to the feel of him in me, and when
I got to like it a little, and when I got to like it a lot and
began moaning and screaming when we were both about to explode, he
says that made him curious. That was when he asked me to try his
ass. But that night I couldn't get it up at all any more. So the
next time, he asked me to do him right off. So I did! And that's
how we usually begin these days. I fuck him and he moans and
screams. Then when I cum in him he's ahead of the game by one
fuck, for later when he can't make me cum any more. He always
borrows one of my tampons when he goes home."
"I bet Christine has no idea!"
"He's a little ashamed, I think. But he found that stash of gay
magazines you bought for me back when you thought that's what I
was, so that's what I should be, and I was telling you no, gay men
like other men but I like other women? You remember? And finally
you believed me? Well, he reads those magazines now while we're
waiting for his prick to recover. Some of the pictures of guys
with pumped up muscles make him stiff almost right away!"
"My my. Has he said anything to you about it?"
"Once he pointed to a picture of a guy with huge pectoral muscles
and said 'Now there's my kind of woman!' I thought he was joking,
so I asked, "And I'm not your kind?" And he replied, 'No, those
little breasts you're growing are too soft.' So I asked 'What kind
of woman do you like?' and he replied 'Hard-bodied!' I thought he
meant it as an insult, I've been using all those creams on my skin?
But he sounded sincere."
"He sounded sincere, did he? Anything else? Any other changes
you've noticed lately?"
"Well, one other. You know something? His ass used to feel really
tight, but maybe two weeks ago it started feeling pretty well
stretched out. Slack. Wide open sometimes! And he really
wriggles it now when I'm fucking him! He really gets off on me!
He didn't, at first. I think he's practicing his moves somewhere
else!"
"I'll just bet. Well! Mr. Super Macho turns faggot! That'd be
front page news in all the gossip columns!"
"Please don't tell."
"Oh no. I won't tell the gossip columns. But this does radically
affect what Christine and I have been planning for the two of you
for over the next year!"
"What? What plans? How so? What's wrong with the way things
are?"
"Did you think this was going to go on forever? Bill coming over
to empty himself into you, over and over, week after week, for
months and months, until you both end up old and gray and still
fucking? This is still only Phase One. Get you to like it,
getting laid by Bill. And Christine wanted Bill to get reconciled
to the idea that screwing you is all the girl he's ever going to
get. That's what we had in mind for you. It took a while, five
months so far. But now it's happening, isn't it. You do like it.
You love it, in fact! And Bill too, in a way. But now, in one
more way than we'd counted on!"
"Beth, ever since you caught me wearing your dress, ever since you
started buying me my own dresses, and ever since you asked Bill
over to check me out, I haven't had any idea what you were doing.
Apart from punishing me because I'm not the man you thought I was,
and you can't love me the way I am. That's what I think. And then
using me to help your friend Christine keep Bill away from other
women, whether I want to or not. I've done everything you've asked
because I keep hoping you'll appreciate at least the way I feel
about you! I'm trying to please you!"
"Oh, honey, you're wrong! I do love you! In fact I do love you
just the way you are! Especially the way you are with Bill. Not
a pretend girl in a mirror but a real girl, at least as far as men
are concerned. As far as Bill's concerned! Getting more
attractive every day! I want to help you! Don't you have any idea
where we've been going? Where we want you to be a year or so from
now?"
"No. I thought that when you'd gotten tired of humiliating me with
Bill, or when I got to like it so it wasn't humiliating any more,
when it wasn't punishment any more, you'd stop. Then you'd figure
it wasn't fun for you any more either, and probably divorce me."
"Oh, baby, you think I'm that cruel? That I'm doing this to you
because I'm mean? To get even in some way? And Christine too,
with Bill, the same way?"
"Yes, Beth. That's what I think. I didn't know what else to
think! I still don't!"
"Well, this can be serious! Let me put some blunt, bottom line
questions to you. Why did we get married in the first place? Do
you still remember?"
"Yes, of course I remember. Because we loved each other. We
wanted to share each other's lives."
"That's right. And do you still love me, and want to share my
life? Heather? Do you?"
"Yes. I do. I still do. That's why I'm still here in spite of
... everything. I still hope that we can somehow ...."
"Get together again? Of course we can! But not the way we were,
because you're not the way you were. Neither am I, any more, these
days, but that's neither here nor there. Do you still think I love
you and want to share your life?"
"I don't know. I don't know what to think any more, Beth."
"Well, I do! I didn't love Heath even before I saw him in a dress.
But I do love you, Heather! Even more than I love Christine! I
love what you've become! I love what you can become! And I do
want to share your life. And I do want it to be a good life for
you! The best!"
"But...!"
"But nothing! First I married Heath, and then I found I was
married to Heather! Well, all right! I discovered that Heather is
the best part of Heath. Heath was a bore. Not much of anything.
But Heather's a sweet, loyal woman I can depend on! A dear friend.
I love her! I want her to be happy!"
"So the way you show it is to set up your dear friend Heather to be
... all right, to be raped by your girlfriend's husband repeatedly,
week after week? To be sore in her ... pussy all the time, because
of his insatiable ... appetites?"
"In the beginning, sweetheart, yes. I had to do it. We had to go
through that awful place in order to get somewhere else. You can't
make omelets without breaking eggs. But is 'rape' still the right
word for what you and Bill have these days? You like it, you just
told me! You love it! It sounds pretty consensual to me!"
"I guess. When we're together, the first times we ... meet, yes,
I love it. I love it when I can wrap my legs around him and hug
his head and feel him thrust deep into me and that strange
delicious sensation begins to mount deep inside me! And then
begins to throb, and the throbbing gets intense. And then explode!
I go pretty wild nowadays, I've already told you that."
"But even the last of your encounters have their ... compensations,
don't they? Since we ... ahh ... corrected Bill, hasn't he been at
least a little concerned to see that you're as satisfied with him
as he is with you? Hasn't he been more considerate of your needs
ever since Christine made him shape up?"
"In that one way, yes. That's some of the problem. He gets
desperate to get me off, sometimes. But these days I do look
forward to seeing him. I guess maybe I can ask him to be more
gentle with me tonight, because I'm still sore. Maybe he can
control his ... feelings a little better."
"Maybe. Listen to you. You're now a girl practically full time,
who's waiting for her date to arrive, and now you're looking
forward to it. And you still can't guess where I've been taking
you? Where Christine and I have been taking you and Bill?"
"No."
"Well, let's go upstairs and change for our dates, and we'll talk
some more. Maybe I'd better tell you straight out what we
originally had in mind. Because if Bill has changed gears on us,
if that stud of Christine's has gone gay, and it sure sounds like
it, we'll have to change our plans. It's just as well. There are
better plans. And you've come such a long way, Heather, I think we
can let you decide for yourself which new plan you'd prefer."
end A Real Girl 1/2
(c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be freely archived in free archives.
VickieTern@AOL.COM
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