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New TG: Cute,  2/10 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.
  
                              ii.

Yes, I have to agree, Katie, in a way it's really flattering to be
wanted that badly.  And it was never Vince's subtlety or judgement
or sensitivity or tact that attracted me to him in the first place. 
It was that cock!  And that same arrogant confidence that whatever
he wanted, he'd get, and that of course I'd want him to have it! 
Back then I surely did -- his pounding fucks were mine too!  And
I'd never given him reason to think there were other things I cared
for more than him, even Laurie.       

A terrible problem!  The man was a force of nature -- how could I
stop him?  Send him a firm and unequivocal Dear John?  He wouldn't
believe it or read it.  If I told him I was a free agent, by choice
not his woman but Laurie's, it would only encourage him to enter
the bidding for me with a higher initial offer.  I had a year's
warning -- should I just put the problem aside and wait for
something to turn up?  No, I knew Vince, his obsessions were like
snowballs rolling down hill, they only grew larger with time.  And
waiting would squander my one advantage -- I had a full year to
prepare something, to put a plan of some kind into operation.  

But what plan?  Put out a contract on Vince's life?  I didn't know
anybody in that line of work.  Try to seduce some high school stud
to kill him?  Better, but that was a sure way to guarantee tabloid
exposure of the whole sordid mess.  Send Laurie away on some
pretext until I could send Vince away?  Neither of them would ever
really leave me, I was sure.  Seduce Vince, and pay him with my
body to forego my body in the future?  Pay a drug addict drugs to
forego drugs?  

This was terrible, Katie!  My poor, sweet Laurie.  It seemed to me
that our happy marriage had only one more year to live.  And I knew
that if Laurie did away with himself, or if our marriage died, and
it was because of me, I'd die too in a way.  I couldn't tolerate
the thought!  I had a really bad week, moody, really miserable. 
Fortunately it was a very busy week at work, or I'd probably have
acted on the only plan that came to mind.  Pre-empt Vincent's
threat -- that was how I thought of it, a threat, though to Vince
I'm sure it was no more than an honorable declaration of
intentions.  Tell Laurie about the whole affair myself first.  Tell
him my own way, and then we'd face it together.

And in that way destroy his faith in me, his trust, maybe even his
love for me?  Katie, I just couldn't do it!  That would have been
the end of me!  Because I do love the poor darling dear, madly,
passionately, irrationally, completely!  He's my everything! 
Without his love I'd feel so ... deprived!  I know, Katie, but
that's the way love is.  What can I say?

You know what?  He knew I was distracted, and miserable, and he
tried so hard to cheer me up!  Every night that unhappy week, my
sweet dear made love to me and then went down on me and cleaned
himself out of me.  He remembered how good it had made me feel that
summer I was so tired from fucking Vincent.  And it did, a little,
I'd asked him to do it now and then even before Vincent, when
things were't too great at the office and I needed to relax.  And
he always did it!  I think he liked doing it!  Some men do.  No,
never Vince, not then, anyhow.  He's learned some things since.

Each night that week Laurie'd get into bed with me and feel my
unhappiness, and he knew it was useless to ask me to tell him why. 
If it was a problem at work, I knew he had his own problems, I
shouldn't burden him with mine.  So he'd simply kiss me.  And I'd
cling to him so sadly.  And then slowly, wistfully, we'd make love. 
And so much of my sadness would flow down into my pussy and then
onto his cock and turn into pleasure as he pressed himself gently,
sympathetically, passionately into me and then I'd twist back on
him to prolong the intensity, and the pleasure would build and then
overflow, and leave me gasping, my eyes filled with tears.  My
Laurielove would kiss away each of those tears, and then suckle on
my breasts while I held him there, my baby, my dear, sweet baby. 
And then move further down, while I spread my legs wide to welcome
his tongue, his mouth, his face, whatever he wanted to use to
stroke my cunt.  And he'd sip, then taste, then suck our combined
fluids out of me, along with my melancholy.   Then at last I could
sleep.  In the morning I'd be back facing my misery again, but at
least fully rested.

Well Katie, that Friday night Laurie took me in his arms and hugged
me and asked me what might cheer me up.  I just shook my head, but
my arms clung to his neck and I just couldn't let go.  Then he
surprised me.  He does, now and then, you know.

"We had a good time last weekend, shopping, didn't we?" he said.

"Yes we certainly did," I said.  I remembered how pretty his hair
had looked teased up and sprayed, and how amused I was, listening
to him discuss his periods with a completely strange woman, one
woman to another.

"And I've come to your bed night after night since then, haven't
I?"

I just held on as tight as I could.  There was nothing I could say.

"And we've made love each time," he said.  I sensed he was going
somewhere, so I just lay still against him, waiting.  "I've fucked
you every night this week!"

I nodded.

"But you haven't fucked me once!" he said, in a mock petulant tone. 


What was he saying?  "What?"  I asked.  When we made love, I might
begin unresponsive, distracted, but I always finished in a
gloriously  intense orgasm, with gyrations that gave him back
everything he was giving me.  I didn't understand.

"You said last week that if I was the woman of the house you'd
mount me if I wanted you to.  Well, I'm not having my period now,
so I want you to.  Here I am, way past sweet sixteen and never been
fucked!"

Katie, I almost burst out laughing at that.  It sounded so
ludicrous!  And I knew he only wanted to cheer me up.

"I'd love to, baby," I said, wondering if I sounded more like
Bogart or Redford or maybe DaCaprio?  Who would Laurie's favorite
male lead be?  An odd thought.  What movie star would my hubby like
to imagine is fucking him?  "But I don't have a hard on right now! 
I don't even have a dick!"

He reached into under his pillow and pulled out a package of some
sort, I couldn't make it out in the gloom, and he handed it to me.

"You do now, honey," he said.  "A dick with a permanent hard on. 
Do me.  I want you to.  Please.  It would help you feel a little
less helpless, I'm sure!"  Now his voice was low like last week,
but intense too, like Lauren Bacall's.  Still a little bit his own
though.

I let go his neck.  What was he up to?  It was exciting!  Just as
he'd hoped I suppose, I was beginning to forget my woes, fascinated
by the oddity of the moment.  "OK, baby." I said.  "Just make
yourself pretty for me.  I'll be right back."   He smiled, and
stretched his arms up so I could ease my way out of our bed.

In the bathroom with the light on I saw what he'd handed me.  From
a store called "Fetishes Galore" I saw as I unwrapped it.  At first
I couldn't make it out, but then it was only too clear!  They were
funny, and obscene, but also interesting, even a little arousing! 
Double dildo panties!  Where had he gotten them?  No matter -- he'd
been thinking of me!  A stretch panty girdle I saw at a glance, of
good quality and in my size.  A gelatinous rubber cock fastened to
an inside seam where it had to penetrate deep into my vagina if I
were to wear the panties at all.  The base bent round to the front
of the panties, and where my mound provided firm backing it
penetrated through the fabric and into the air beyond in a towering
erection!   

Both penises were marvelous facsimiles of the real thing, with
purple helmeted crowns and veins along their shanks, firm but
pliable, rigid but velvety in texture, with soft heads.  Just like
Laurie's, I thought, tweaking it.  Or Vince's, I thought, grabbing
the larger of the two.  I saw that the inside penis was smaller but
that they were both detachable.  The big one was really a monster,
almost Vince's size.  My mind was made up immediately.  'I'll have
to go easy on my poor dear this first time,' I thought to myself. 
'But at the same time I'll do myself a favor!'  So I reversed the
penises, putting the huge one inside the panties, and the
average-size cock outside in front.  'Just about Laurie's size,' I
thought with a faint smile.  'He'll feel comfortable with it.' 
They screwed snugly into place -- they were nicely designed, like
the plastic screw-tops of hair-product bottles.  I wondered what
other sizes they might come in.

Then I saw that at the base of the outer penis there were balls,
that the penis had a urethra leading to a gasketed opening atop the
balls.  A squirting mechanism!  Sure enough, I thought -- squeeze
the balls and they'll fill up through the penis like gravy through
a basting tube when you squeeze the rubber bulb.  Then squeeze the
balls again and this thing will spray like the real thing!  'Fill
it with what this first time,' I wondered.  'What kind of spunk? 
Hot water, so when I cum my darling can feel his guts getting warm? 
K-Y jelly?  Something cloudy and sticky, maybe hair conditioner?'
I grinned to myself a little maliciously.  'That's got the right
consistency for cum!  Fuck him!  Fill him full of it!  He's asking
for it!'  I grinned even more broadly when I saw how masculine the
aggressiveness that had welled up in me.  'There's no question
about it,' I told myself. 'Pricks rule the world!'  

I realized I had better pee before pulling the panty-girdle over my
proper parts, because I wasn't sure how easy it would be to take it
off again with that large cock inside me and my pussy lips clenched
tight on it.  Maybe I'd never want to take it off ever?  I stood
over the toilet the way a man does, but straddling it of course,
when it occurred to me that I could piss through my penis, taking
aim and everything, once I set up to do it.  Another male
prerogative seized!   So I set it up.  I peed into the bowl I use
to rinse out my fine lingerie, and then pulled I the dildo panties
up over my twat  and pushed the bigger dildo into it.  Oh, my! 
Just like old times!  I was already soaking by now, and that thing
slipped in with no hesitation, but still, it stretched me wide! 
Much bigger than Laurie's.  It gave me that familiar full, filled
feeling, and already I felt the first stirrings of what I knew
would become an orgasm.  And there meanwhile, leading the way, was
my proud cock, bobbing up and down over its balls, nodding to the
bathroom fixtures.  

I dipped the tip of my cock into the bowl of pale yellow pee and
squeezed my balls, then released them.   Most of my urine was
sucked up on the first squeeze.  Now I was loaded.  But instead of
standing to pee, without even thinking I turned and went out the
bathroom door and back in to Laurie.

There he was still lying the way I'd left him, but now quite naked,
his nightshirt tucked near the stack of pillows we always kept at
the head of the bed.  He'd tossed one of my chiffon scarves over a
bedside lamp, a red one, and in the blushing light Laurie actually
did look pretty!  And you know something else?  I looked closely,
and he was actually wearing lipstick!  He'd put on some of my
lipstick.  He really was trying to look pretty for me!  My doll! 
But I had the initiative, I was in charge, and though I meant to be
considerate of my sweetie I meant above all to take my pleasure. 
Should I do him doggie style or face to face?  No issue there!  I
wanted to watch his face change when I took his virginity away from
him once and for all time!  

"Stay on your back!  All those pillows go under your ass," I told
him.  "Then spread your legs wide and lift your knees to me, pretty
girl."  Without a word he handed me a tube of K-Y, arranged the
pillows, spread himself as I'd asked, leaned back luxuriously, and
closed his eyes.

And did my darling ever get himself royally fucked!  Every awkward
high school boy who had ever leaned over me poking at my entrance,
every entranced or cocksure college boy who had gotten into me once
or dozens of times during those four years, they all stood by me
watching, muttering advice, grinning encouragement as I slathered
half a tube of K-Y on my cock and on Laurie's asshole and leaned
over him.  I was surprised, pleased, but also awed to find that my
sweetheart was trembling!  He really was afraid just a bit!  Then
I felt for his rosebud and found it, and pushed against it with the
soft head of my prick, and after a moment's pause while he grimaced
and recovered his control, the head of my cock entered him just
past his anal ring.  And I had taken my husband's cherry!

It was just great, Katie.  I felt just great!  I was his stud, and
he was my babe!  I pushed on in -- no problem, once past those
outer muscles -- and as I pressed in deeper I felt the penis inside
my own cunt shift and move, a knob at its base pressing urgently on
my clit.  I pulled back, and felt my own inside lover slide out
just a bit, caressing my clit delicately.  Then in again.  And out. 
A warm center of joy deep down in me began to mount, to rise up. 
Higher.  It was perfect!  I paused a moment, and saw in the pink
light that Laurie had opened his eyes and was watching me, his face
aglow.  I felt such a sudden swelling of affection in my vitals for
this person I loved so dearly, and who loved me, and on the very
next forward thrust I leaned forward and licked at his nipples. 
Then took one nipple in my lips and sucked on it.  He moaned, so
wondrously!  Then the other.  A squeaky whine escaped him!  Why
hadn't I thought of this before?

And then I got serious.  I picked up the pace, and almost
immediately came into my first orgasm!  A rocketing climax that
forced a shriek from me!  Then a quiet time as I humped away, and
then a new steep climb to another orgasm, this time tight spasms in
my pussy clenching the cock within me, my secret lover.  This was
not pleasuring my sweetie, I realized.  This was using him to take
my own pleasure.  I was fucking, not making love, and as I pounded
my lover's ass visions of Vincent floated in front of me.  'Fuck
him too!' I thought.  'Fuck all those bastards!'  And I shoved
mightily at my bitch's ass and I came yet a third time.

I was wondering what Laurie might be feeling when I noticed that
his groin was beginning to rise slightly to meet each of my forward
strokes, and then to retreat as I did.  Promising!  I smiled a
superior smile to myself and began to swoop instead of push into
him, and I noticed that with each he lifted higher and rolled his
hips a little more before pulling back further.  I picked up the
pace with him, and soon we were in perfect synchrony, thrusting,
lifting, swooping, rolling, faster and faster in ever widening arcs
until suddenly Laurie lifted his whole bottom high into the air as
if trying to cram me into his asshole cock, balls, and all!  "My
Gaaaaad!" he cried out.  "AaaaahhhhhGaaaaaad!"  And I felt his
erect and tense penis, until that moment crushed against his belly
and neglected, throbbing powerfully as cum spurted from it.  Almost
as many throbbing spurts as Vincent's!  My darling loved getting
fucked!

So at that moment I leaned in on him even harder, and reached down
with one hand and squeezed my pee into his guts three, four, five
times, over and over, until I could feel that my balls were empty. 
'Now he's mine!' I thought gleefully.  'Now he's branded, mine! 
Now he's carrying my pee in his belly, from deep inside me to deep
inside him!  He'll absorb some of it, and it will become a part of
him!  And some time tomorrow he'll give birth to the rest!  It'll
come out of his vagina and he'll be the mother and it'll be my
pee!'  

It was odd, I know, but that was how I felt, Katie.  I know that
Laurie felt something strangely transformative deep within himself
too, because with each squeeze of my pee into him he issued a
peculiar, high pitched squeal, as if he were a young girl peaking
into his first orgasm, then another, one after another.  I'd really
brought him off! 

And Katie, I felt serenely satisfied.  I had been in charge the
whole time.  But I wasn't done!  As I pulled out of him yet another
impulse seized me.  I gently lowered his legs and put them together
-- just touched them and he complied at once, really --  and then
I scooted forward to straddle his chest.  "Kiss it, Laurie," I told
him gently.  "Kiss your Lord and Master."  He did!  "Now suck on my
cock to show your appreciation!"  He did that too!  

Now you have to understand, Katie, this was new for us!  He'd gone
down on me hundreds of times, no matter how sloppy I was, I've
already told you, and of course I'd gone down on Vince whenever he
wanted me too -- I worshipped that cock of his, I really did.  But
I'd never gone down on Laurie!  I don't know why, exactly.  He was
such a gentleman, so concerned for me that he never insisted on
anything, and early on in our marriage maybe it was perhaps I
didn't feel like it some one time when he asked me.  So he never
asked me again and I felt it improper to ask him.  Our lovemaking
was good, especially for me, because he'd so often make love to me
with his penis and then his mouth, and leave me feeling rapturously
content.  But I'd never taken his penis into my mouth.

Yet he sure had mine in his!  I smiled down on him.  My angel cock
sucker!  He really was mine!  I loved him.  Nothing would ever
separate us!  I wouldn't permit it!  And as I watched his lips
curve and slide along the shank and over the head of my cock, and
as he sucked some last dregs of piss out of my balls and I orgasmed
yet again, and he finally released me, a solution to my problem
with Vincent occurred to me!  *The* solution!  It was blinding! 
One that rendered Vincent's threat irrelevant, and left me my
darling for life no matter what might threaten to separate us! 
Even if it didn't out work exactly, my sweet Laurie would disappear
-- there'd be no husband for Vince to tell about that summer.  He'd
never find him!  I'd hide Laurie from him in plain sight!

As a woman!  My Laurie would become a woman!  In every respect. 
We'd make love like this, over and over, until Laurie accepted it,
preferred it, craved it.  And I'd see that he changed his body to
accommodate it.  When Vincent came seeking my husband to tell him
about that summer storm of ours, there'd be no husband to tell. 
The old Laurie would be nowhere.  The threat to our peace of mind
and our marriage would be gone.  Could I live with a feminized
Laurie?  Oh, yes, given the alternatives!  My precious!  He might
even enjoy my doing it to him!  Though I could never tell him why! 


That was it!  I know, Katie!  It sounds wild!  But I was desperate! 
And somehow I knew I could do it!

'Should I ask Laurie to deep throat my cock to celebrate my
arriving at this solution to all our problems?' I asked myself? 
'No,' I replied to myself.  'The first cock he deep throats ought
to be a live one. One that's warm, and throbs, and spurts real cum,
the way his own does now.  For now, anyhow.  Maybe even Vincent's
cock?  That would be amusing.  But if so, I'd have to be sure they
both know it, and know what it means!  Can I do that?  Would it
humiliate Vincent, thinking he can just walk in and claim me this
way?  Would my darling ever be willing to do it?' Katie, I was
thinking all sorts of crazy things like that!  The lid was off,
somehow!  

I lay down on my sweet, sweet Laurie and kissed his pretty mouth. 
He looked so very content, smiling to himself.  What had he had in
mind?  He'd seen that I was worried, that I felt anxious and out of
control.  Like when some business competitor had put me at a
temporary disadvantage, and I hadn't yet figured how to disable
that advantage.  Like when I was ill in bed, and wanted to be well,
up and about and active again, but couldn't move.  He'd seen
somehow that I was feeling helpless, that I needed to feel
stronger, empowered.  And now I was.  He'd delivered his sexuality
into my hands, and now I meant to use it my way.  I snuggled in
behind him and hugged him and pushed my penis between his legs.  He
lifted one leg slightly and then lowered it, clamping my cock
between his thighs.  Then both of us fell asleep.  


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