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New TG: Cute 1/10 , by Vickie Tern M/F m/F M/m F/F etc. Femdom too.
The sex in this story is sometimes heavy and explicit, though not
cruel, so you may not wish to read it. If you shouldn't
read it because you're underaged or overly judgemental, don't.
All comments welcome: VickieTern@AOL.COM
(c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be freely reposted, but only on
free archives.
Cute
by Vickie Tern
i.
He really is so cute, Katie, I can't begin to tell you! A darling!
When I began I never dreamed he'd finish the way he did! No, not
for the world, I'd never leave him, not now! I mean, he's come so
far, and he did it all just to please me, to save me all sorts of
grief, and really, Kate, now that he's got a life of his own he's
such fun to be with! There isn't a girl in the whole world who
comes near him! I love him, I really do!
Oh yes, you have, you've seen him. Not even a week ago! Remember
the lady who stopped by our table to say 'Hi' at Baxter's last
Friday when we were having dinner, your George was out of town, so
which one was it you were with that night, was it Dave? She was
wearing a pale green draped cocktail dress, chiffon I think, and
she came with a tall, thin, rather attractive man, Scott someone,
he handles investments for Van Wyck Associates? Remember her? She
asked Scott to fetch a scarf or something, and he practically
knocked over a waiter he was so eager to oblige? Yes, that was my
Laurie! No, he got it at Magnin's, he says he tried it on and it
was *him* at the very first glance, so delicate yet so daring, and
the pale green is just perfect with his blonde hair. That's right,
you remember now. Stunning! That's my babydoll!
You could be right, Katie. I may have overdone them a little. But
all the women in his family tend to be generous in the bust, and he
did develop so quickly!. You've got to grant though that despite
all that weight redistribution he's kept his waist thin. Really
small, and with those curvy hips isn't he just gorgeous? No, you
won't see his butt till summer when he puts on a bathing suit --
that'll be when Vincent finishes building the estate he wants the
three of us to live in, when they finally fill that swimming pool.
But I tell you, Katie, that tush is to *die* for! I can't keep my
hands off it, sometimes! No, he's never had a problem attracting
men, nor women either, but he'll always be mine and we're still
married and I am never going to let him go!
It's remarkable, but yes, his hair is all his. No wigs or falls or
interweavings, all his, all natural, shaped only just enough in
front to frame his face. Isn't it? Roseline suggested we leave it
pretty much as is when I brought him in early on for a perm and
style and set -- I wanted him to have to fuss with it more
mornings, use rollers and clips and everything, get up an hour
earlier before going to work, so he'd understand better how his
secretary Carla and the other girls at his office have to cope
every morning to look pretty. So he'd feel more like one of them.
She saw my point, Roseline did, but she was firm. "Angela," she
told me, "I wouldn't touch it! It would be a crime! His hair is
just right for the shape of his face, and it's grown in so
beautifully! He can brush it fifty times each morning like other
girls with long hair, and he can put in a few rollers up top before
he goes on special dates, but every girl should treasure her best
features, and he's no exception!" So she made a few magical
passes with her scissors and that was all. Oh, she did lighten it
just a bit, to that pretty honey shade, it brightens his whole
face. Yes, I couldn't agree more. He loves it too! He cares for
it as carefully as any girl anywhere.
In fact it was his hair that first gave me the idea, last year,
the very same day that devastating e-mail came from Vince,
remember, I told you at the time I didn't know what to do about it?
God, men, once they begin they never quit! Anyhow, his hair was
always full, and he's always liked it long and straight. Even when
he was little, his mother liked it that way. She used to curl it
so he'd look like Little Lord Fauntleroy or Shirley Temple, she
told me. She'd wanted a girl, and he looked so cute in curls that
she'd dress him the rest of the way that way sometimes, she said.
And she certainly did raise him to be a nice person, sensitive to
other people's feelings and everything. That's how come I first
fell for him, way back in college.
No, only garage mechanics wear their hair in ponytails these days.
I suppose I'm a snob, but I didn't think a man of his stature
should look so ... working class. He's a lawyer, not a garage
mechanic. Even if he is only a lawyer who prepares writs and
things and hardly ever sees clients. I'd never let him tie it
back, so he was always fussing to keep it out of his face. I'd
tease him sometimes that he needed barettes or a hair ribbon, and
he'd grin and say he'd been thinking the same thing. But of course
he didn't dare. No, he'd never let anyone cut it, I had to fight
just to get his split ends trimmed now and then, and maybe enough
additional to keep it from cascading all the way down his back.
Male vanity I suppose. Or maybe he thought he was Samson and would
lose his strength, maybe his virility too, who knows? I certainly
wasn't going to insist -- his virility meant a lot to both of us
back then.
Of course it's long gone now, what with all those hormones I gave
him, but he doesn't miss it. Katie, you'd be surprised, not at
all! Because what he's got is so much better, he says, what I've
given him is so much more satisfying. Yes, in just those words,
especially when he's dressing for a date and he's anticipating a
really nice evening. Or coming home from a date. He is such a
love, I can't begin to tell you! Yes, from the moment I first laid
eyes on him and stole him away from Brittany back in college,
remember her, that stuck-up Phi Delt?
I kept him close even those years I was in New York City modeling
and finishing my business degree and he was back here in law
school. He loved me, Katie -- there was never a day when he didn't
write me in all those three years. Oh sure, I played the field,
tried a few guys on for size, but he didn't know that. And he
didn't see anyone himself the whole time -- I had friends checking
on him, that's how I know. That's why I married him as soon as I
got back here. He couldn't believe his good fortune when I told
him 'yes'! And I've never let him out of my clutches ever since!
His decision to become a girl? It wasn't really a decision, it was
sort of accidental, then deliberate. Who'd have guessed? It was
a Saturday. I remember, I suggested when he was in his shower that
he try my extra-body hair conditioner, maybe that would keep it
out of his eyes. Then all I did was shape it a little, blow dry it
and back brush it for him, because we were about to go out
shopping. Just for fun, but also because I thought that maybe if
he wore it bouffant it'd be out of his way. Then I hairsprayed it
to hold it. I wanted to help him enjoy his long hair, since he
chose to keep it long, that's all. He looked at me, but he didn't
say anything. I get all sorts of odd urges now and then and he
always humors me.
So there we were in WalMart, and we asked this young clerk where
something was, and when she answered us she called him 'Ma'am.'
It's that simple, 'Ma'am'! No not then, just jeans and a loose
sportshirt, that's all, but that's how he looked even then I
suppose with his hair teased up. Well, all he did was glance at
me, then smile at the clerk and say 'Thank you!' in this low sweet
voice he uses on me all the time when we're in bed. I tell you?
Then a few minutes later the same thing again, but this time with
a woman in line behind us at the checkout, and she was so much more
talkative! She asked him what make-up he uses, because his face
looked so flawless, so clear and smooth yet so natural. He never
did have much of a beard, you know, Katie, and what little he had
was blonde. Later when I took him for electrolysis there was
almost nothing for the girl to do.
Well, again for fun Laurie picked right up on it! He started in
with that bedroom voice again but now and then with a kind of
squeal, and then they had a rare old chat about all sorts of girl
things -- children, recipes, hairstyles, boyfriends. He told the
woman no man had ever been interested enough in him to want to
marry him. She suggested that maybe he should use just a little
eye make-up all the time, he'd be just stunning, he'd have men
falling all over themselves, which is, she added, something they
come by naturally anyhow. They nodded together at that -- it was
so darling?! He asked her about the tampons she was buying, were
they "Super" because of her flow or because that's what her man
likes to claim? She laughed, and gave him a "we women know!" look,
and he gave her right back a "yes, if men only knew what we know"
look. He told her that he never uses tampons himself, and she was
amazed. She asked if he was ovulating at all, or was it that he
was so thin, maybe he's one of those athletic girls who never have
periods while they're in training. He told her he jogs a lot to
stay trim, and he's never had a period while training for the 10K
he likes to run in.
I couldn't keep a straight face. My Laurie, having fun being one
of the girls! And can you believe it, he was wearing nothing that
day, no makeup nor jewelry, nothing in his hair, not even the
ribbon I'd teased him with before he left the house. The sport
shirt was a flowered print, maybe that tipped the balance? But it
was his hair that really did it. Teased out and coaxed back away
from his face, it made a wonderfully graceful crown, like a halo
surrounding his always-gentle expression. I realized that my man
wasn't just boyish handsome, the way I always thought him. He was
girlish pretty! His hairdo was pretty and his face was pretty, and
on the way home I kissed his pretty face quite a few times. It
was exciting, being married to one of the girls! Then when we
arrived home, I went to check my e-mail, and there was Vince's
e-mail waiting for me, and I fell through the floor!
Katie, I've never felt so frightened in my whole life! It was just
awful! Indescribable! This crazy Vincent, away drilling for oil
in Saudi Arabia for how many years, pining away to see at least one
woman's face, any woman's, what with the way they all cover
themselves up over there. So he fantasizes, obviously. But now
he's rich, very rich, and he has only one more year to go on his
contract, so he makes plans to make his fantasies come true, and he
can do it! He says in that e-mail that when he comes back next
year he's going to make an honest woman of me, I should get ready
for it. He can't stop thinking about me, the things we did
together that summer before he went away. He'll force a divorce
from Laurie so he can marry me. How? By telling Laurie everything
and showing Laurie all those pictures he took of us together, the
ones I posed for fun, to remind him of me when he was away all
alone in that desert of his. I know, it wasn't smart, but I felt
sorry for him, and he had given me so much pleasure for months and
months, you can't imagine!
No, it isn't blackmail, not when he didn't offer me a choice. He
meant to tell Laurie everything and that was that! My sweet,
trusting Laurie! He'd never recover, I knew that! Then even if he
didn't ask for a divorce right off, he'd look at me so mournfully
with those huge eyes of his that I'll have to ask him for one, tell
him I can't handle it any more, because he's breaking my heart the
way I've already broken his! And then? I don't know what then --
but you know, Katie, when he realized just how miserable his misery
was making me, Laurie just might have decided to end it all. To
kill himself! No, I'm not making this up, he's fully capable!
Just look at everything he did do since then, jand all for me, just
to make me happy! My precious! Katie, he's so very very
wonderful! All right, I'll stop saying it. But he is!
You do remember Vincent, don't you? That frenzied, feverish affair
I had with him a few years back, all through that whole summer, you
figured it out pretty quickly, but Laurie never once tumbled to it.
You remember what Vince was like? The glamor-hunk? An oil
engineer, with a big powerful body from all that work with his
crews on those derricks or wherever? Dark, penetrating eyes, and
those eyebrows cocked up high in a permanent challenge to whoever
he was talking to? Sooooo sexy, my dear! Of course you remember
-- he'd walk into a room and after a few minutes all the women
would excuse themselves and go mop up, they'd get so wet just from
looking at him. And he'd smile at them -- he *knew*!
That's right, yes, it was huge. Unbelieveable. I must have told
you at the time, I had to stretch to fit it into my mouth! I do
mean its thickness, Katie -- fitting it the long way was absolutely
out of the question! A gorgeous cock attached to a gorgeous man!
I just couldn't get enough of him! That summer he was in me
everywhere, every day! I never stopped dripping the whole time
I'll bet, either from anticipation before I saw him or from his cum
afterward!
We took terrible chances, Katie! Once we even did it in our own
kitchen, me perched on the table in the breakfast nook with my
skirt up around my hips and my panties in a far corner and my legs
wrapped around his waist, and not fifteen feet away in the dining
room I could hear Laurie telling our other guests some long story
or other. I remember his voice going on and on, thank God he's
always been a spellbinder, no one ever leaves the room when
Laurie's talking. And all the while there I am rolling my hips
around and around on that gorgeous man's gorgeous prick, trying to
bring us both off before the story ends and people notice that
we're both missing. And Vince is helping by slamming that whole
enormous mass of meat into me, over and over! And we came both
together, and when I came back to earth I found I was soaked!
Buckets and buckets! A firehose, that man! I had to mop the table
and the floor both, and then run up and change my skirt! Came down
and rejoined our guests just as Laurie was finishing, and as people
marveled at what he'd told them he just looked at me pleased.
Because he thought I was pleased with him, I was looking so happy.
I remember we did it another time in an elevator in the downtown
Hyatt where Vince's consulting firm kept a suite, because we were
too hot to wait any longer. I leaped him I remember, and I hooked
it up into me, and when we got off the elevator I was so deep
impaled I was sure he couldn't ever get it out of me. My legs were
sticking way out behind his hips, straight out stiff, and my arms
were around his neck and his arms were holding me tight against
that luscious body of his. I made sure no one could recognize
either of us by pushing my face into his and French kissing him the
whole length of the corridor, and that's how we arrived at the door
to his suite, still wrapped up in each other, Vince carrying me and
sliding in and out of me with each step. I came twice, and then
again while he jiggled his pockets for his keys. And once we got
inside?
Laurie never once asked me why I came home so late and so tired
every night that summer. Why we never went anywhere ourselves, why
I always had work to do, appointments to keep. He was so
completely supportive of my work and my career! And you know
something? Early on in our marriage he'd gotten into the habit of
kissing my mound whenever I seemed a little stressed out and unable
to sleep, and if I ever gave him the slightest opening, he'd drop
down just a bit and tongue my clit, and if that seemed to relax me
more, he'd plunge his whole face into me and just lick and kiss and
suck me until I'd go crazy and clamp his head with my thighs and
writhe and slam my tush up and down, in paroxysms of orgasms, one
after another. Oh, God, yes! He still does that to me, the
darling, I don't know why I've never broken his neck, the effect he
has on me sometimes!
Of course with Vince's cum deep inside and trickling out of me all
the time, and matted all over my pussy hairs, I couldn't let him do
that. But whenever he saw me looking too exhausted even to take a
shower before going to bed, that's what he wanted to do for me, go
down on me. And he'd stay there the whole night if I'd let him,
licking and slurping away, catnapping now and then with his nose
tucked between my lips. My pussy lips, Katie, don't be naive! The
absolute dear! I had to let him now and then! Because he cared
for me so!
So to cover Vince's tracks I'd seduce him. Tired as I was, I'd
yearn for him to put his little thing into me, and then I'd make
ecstatic noises as he squished around in Vince's cum and then added
a teaspoon or two of his own to the mess. I don't know how he
could feel anything, I was so slick and stretched out that whole
summer. That's why I oozed, I really gaped down there!
No, his was little only compared with Vince's. Laurie was always
all right, never a big man in that department but always adequate.
So absolutely devoted though, the sweet darling, all heart and
caring, and that makes up for so much! Still, with all the heart
in the world an average prick won't fit snug into a distended hole,
especially if that hole's already filled up and slippery with
another man's semen. Laurie's penis would slosh around inside me
for a while, and then he'd cum and I'd moan a lot and then sigh
contentedly. I'd smile and kiss his face and press his shoulders
down ever so slightly, and he'd take the hint and begin to devour
my breasts and nipples.
Usually they were sore -- Vince is a tit man, his mouth and both of
those large hands of his were always working my boobs and nipples
no matter how hard we were fucking each other. So I'd pretty soon
move Laurie down to the prime target, and even before he'd gotten
his lips onto my nubbin and started nibbling it, his face would be
smeared with Vince's cum. I mean really coated with that sticky
stuff! His long blonde hair, his cute little chin and nose, all
drenched! And he'd smile up at me with his face glistening! And
I'd smile back.
I'd worry about how wet we both were -- there were usually three or
four of Vince's loads in me to Laurie's one, and Vince has huge
balls, so a lot of stuff squirted out of him each time he let go.
And a lot stayed inside me until I got home! Way too much -- I had
to do something about it before the bed got soaked and Laurie
finally got suspicious! So I'd sound rapturous and I'd urge Laurie
to suck and lick up everything, that's right baby, I'd say, fill
your mouth with me and swallow me down, drink all of me up, globs
and blebs and drippings and all, yummy, bottom's up! All just to
get those secretions out of me and into his belly so it wouldn't
saturate the sheets. And he has the greatest mouth, Katie? By
morning often I'd find I was absolutely clean -- once he started
sucking up that mess inside me I'd usually fall asleep and leave
him on his own, and in the morning I'd find him asleep between my
legs with dried cum all over him -- shoulders, chest, everywhere.
My darling douche-bag! I don't know what he thought -- probably
that he excited me so much I poured like Niagara when we made love.
He was happy, and I'd look at him, he was so sweetly out of it, the
dear, and I'd think about where Vince and I had planned to meet
again later that day..
You know what? Knowing that so much of Vince was now inside my
Laurie, all that pleasure juice of his now snug in my beloved
hubby's tummy, I couldn't resist! I'd sometimes wake Laurie by
kissing his belly over and over! I loved the idea that I was
kissing both my men together! I used to imagine -- it was so silly
-- that having sipped and slurped up all of that semen, Laurie was
sort of pregnant with Vince's child in a way, that each kiss was
loving and honoring the child of both their loins. Not that I ever
loved Vince at all the way I loved Laurie. Not at all! What I
loved was Vince's lovemaking! The fucking was fantastic!
But when he went off to Saudi Arabia at the end of the summer I
smiled and shrugged, and hardly gave him another thought. Well, I
did think about him some, remembering how he felt when he was way
deep in me, you know, what I mean is I had no regrets. My life was
my dear husband, the beloved man I came home to each night. And he
was so delighted that I had time for him again that all through
that Fall he couldn't stop smiling, and making jokes, and bringing
home little presents for me. He wondered once why I wasn't
anywhere near as wet and sticky as I'd been, wasn't I eager for him
the same way any more, and I told him I'd changed my birth-control,
and that answer satisfied him. Well, I had! I've never lied to
Laurie, never! I've never needed to! He's so trusting! I marvel
that I risked hurting him and ruining my marriage. But no regrets.
I knew I'd do it again, if it came to that, but it was over. A
first-time, one-time-only affair. No regrets, but it was over. I
forgot all about him.
So back to the day Laurie and I went shopping and Laurie found
himself taken for a lady in conversation with that other lady, and
I got that e-mail from Vince. All the way home from WalMart we
giggled together about how his bouffant hairdo had changed his sex,
maybe for the better I teased him, he'd made such cheerful
girl-talk with that woman. I'd love to talk with him about my own
tampons some time too. Did he mind if I mounted him, now that he
was my WalMart Woman of the House? Would a strap-on cock pushed
deep into him please him? I half-meant it. There was always
something about Laurie I wanted to honor the way he'd honor me,
with a good, round, solid fucking! Oh no, Katie, that was no
problem any more, I got back to my proper size only a month after
Vince left -- you know, even giving birth to a baby doesn't leave
a woman unfit for fucking her husband forever! But I'd never put
anything into Laurie, not even my fingers! I'd thought about it
now and then, I guess.
But then we got home and there on my computer screen was that voice
from the past, that man with those dark eyes and raised eyebrows
and that huge cock staring out at me, and that commanding
self-assurance! What was Vince's message? In exactly one more
year to the day his contract with the Arab Emirates would end, and
with his pay, and stock options, and bonuses he'd be returning very
wealthy. Very wealthy, he emphasized that! He wanted to pick up
where we'd left off, fuck by fuck was how he said it, and then
devote the rest of his life to doing more of just that with me. I
should use the year to rid myself of Laurie and clear my bed, to
get ready for him, because he meant to occupy that very bed as
thoroughly and frequently as he'd occupied me. He meant to build
me the mansion of my dreams to live in, so he'd know where I was
when he travelled to other oil fields around the world, so he'd
always have a home to come home to. He loved me and he knew that
I loved him.
Worse! If I didn't want to tell Laurie about us or if it seemed
too cruel I shouldn't worry, he'd take care of it the day he
returned. He intended to come straight to our house, Laurie's and
mine, and if Laurie was still there he'd tell him all about us.
Spare no details. Show him the pictures, and then of course,
suggest that Laurie move out and settle himself somewhere else. He
didn't think Laurie would contest a divorce under those
circumstances. But if Laurie chose to fight for me, Vince was
prepared to pay whatever price, to Laurie to buy him off, to
high-powered lawyers to force him off, or to bribe law-enforcement
officials into concocting some charge against Laurie that would
stick and send him away for a long time. What he wanted was me,
and he was going to have me, and that was that!
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