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{ASSM}Sucker by Vickie Tern (1/11) TG Femdom Wife F/M M/M
The following story contains explicit descriptions of sexual
behavior, several kinds. It should not be read by those too
young to do so lawfully or by others who do not enjoy such stories.
The young don't listen, the others sometimes need to be reminded
who they are.
Sucker
by Vickie Tern
I travel a lot on business, and I'm almost always faithful to my
wife the whole time I'm away. I mean, there are rules, and I try
to keep to them. This particular time I was away on an intensive
three week sales trip, and I'd pretty much struck out, so I was
incredibly horny when it ended, real eager to get home and bed
down. So my last night out I phoned her and told her how much I
missed her, and I asked her to rent us a porno tape we could watch
together when I got back, "to help establish the right mood" I told
her. As I always do.
Usually she'd respond "Do we have to?" and I'd answer, "A little
fantasy adds spice and desire, honey! You like soft music and
candles, and I can understand that. I happen to like seeing other
people get it on! Same thing!" She'd then usually tell me that
they are not at all the same thing, that a dirty movie doesn't in
any way make for a romantic evening. But she'd do it if I
insisted. Reluctantly.
This time when I asked there was merely a long silence and then she
said, "Of course! That's just the thing! Have a safe trip home,
honey!"
Finally she's coming around, I thought.
I did need the spice. Debbie's as sexy-looking as they come, the
kind of woman men stop and stare at when they see her on the
street. I don't know how I ever sweet-talked her into marrying me.
Maybe persistence. I never quit asking, and when she finally said
'Yes!' no one could have been happier. But our sex turned out to
be as vanilla as it gets. The missionary way only, no others need
apply. Straight fucking with me on top. At most. Just do it, and
sometimes I'd bring her off and sometimes I couldn't, and sometimes
she seemed to want it and sometimes she seemed to want me to just
get it over with. And often she didn't seem to care one way or the
other. She'd been carefully brought up to believe sex was
unseemly, I suppose. She never did want to talk about it.
I mean, Debbie did finally decide to spread her legs under me when
I asked her to, so I could get into her, just barely. But she
never splayed them way out to let me get way into her as far as I
could penetrate, not that far but far enough I guess, and she never
wrapped them around me to pull me deeper. And not even once did
she ever feel some irresistible urge to kiss me while I was in her.
Not even those few times when she seemed to be having an orgasm, or
at least seemed more than usually interested in my moves on top of
her.
I'd asked her about that, how come she rarely even kissed me when
we were having sex, why she rarely seemed to get into what we were
doing. She'd simply replied, "Sex is what two people want, honey.
What you do just doesn't seem sexy to me." For Debbie, that was
that. Sex isn't sexy? I'd ask her what she did want, but she'd
never answer that either. Too embarrassed maybe, or too annoyed
that I had to ask, thinking maybe that I should know the answer
intuitively. Or, maybe her silence was her answer, that what she
wanted was nothing. She'd rather we just cuddled? Who could tell?
So I'd park my dick elsewhere now and then, reluctantly, but it was
always nice to feel appreciated. Inside secretaries or clients in
the companies I'd visit on the road, usually when there was also
some business advantage. Only once with a woman near where we
lived, Marcie, and then only because she came on to me first, and
she lived way across town, and she was married and loved her
husband Gabriel and would never leave him, she said, so there
couldn't be any complications. It turned out he was so considerate
and gentle and wimpy with her that now and then she felt she had
to fuck a real man. I obliged for a week, and then quit when she
called a halt. I worried Debbie might find out, but she didn't.
No big deal.
But you can understand why I'd taken to watching blue movies with
Debbie for arousal, using the other couples' fucking as a warmup.
I'd always ask Debbie to watch with me -- I never did give up
hoping she'd get curious about some of the things they did in those
movies. She was fascinated by all that XXX coupling when we first
started out. In fact she couldn't take her eyes off the screen.
She'd stare at it and mutter "Unbelievable!" and "O my God, look
what they're doing now!" over and over. But the novelty wore off,
and after a while she just sat there with her eyes a little glazed,
patient but glancing at her watch now and then. I'd ask her often
if she'd want to try one of the positions we'd just seen, whatever
the couple on the tape did. Not a word. She'd just look at me
inexpressively for a moment, then look away again. Not even sadly.
This particular Friday evening I arrived home, and we had our
romantic candlelight dinner, and then we each settled into our soft
chairs in the game room and I put on the tape she'd gotten for us
to watch.
Bad move right off! She'd picked it, but apparently the way she
sometimes buys groceries, looking across the aisle for the next
item instead of checking the shelf and then reading the label to be
sure she was holding whatever it was she'd reached for. Or maybe
she'd grabbed the first thing closest on the "adults only" shelf,
with eyes averted. Because the subject was, for Debbie, absolutely
hopeless. "Oral Sex for Women." A movie showing how girls can use
their mouths to make their partners happy. How a girl can go down
on a guy and love it. How to suck cock.
Oral sex was no way Debbie's thing! Way too big a step for her!
A step in the right direction, sure, everything I'd wish for, I
loved the feel of a girl's warm, wet lips nursing on my dick. But
Debbie never went down on me, and never wanted me to go down on
her. Even when we were engaged and I'd wanted into her pants the
worst way, any which way, and she wanted us both to wait till we
were married, because our relationship was something special, even
then when I was desperate to make out with her and my balls ached,
the most she'd ever do for me was a hand job. "Your thing in my
mouth just doesn't appeal," was her only explanation.
I still had no idea how my thing in her mouth might feel. Guys
would tell me what their girlfriends and wives did for them, and
I'd try not to look envious. I often asked Debbie if she'd changed
her mind. She'd just look at me silently as usual, then look away
as usual. Sometimes in bed with her I'd just happen to end up in
a position where my prick was right next to her face and her pussy
next to my face. But even then, nothing. When I leaned forward to
smell that fermy smell and kiss her pussy and then try to move
deeper, maybe really go down on her for once, "I'm not clean," was
all she'd say, and she'd wriggle out of reach. Even just after
she'd just soaked in her bath, and her skin was soft and moist and
smelled of that wonderful flowery bath oil she uses!
Well, the girl in this particular blue movie Debbie'd picked out
had no such problem! Her guy's thing really must have tasted
great! It hardly ever left her mouth. For her, a cock in the
mouth was way better than two in the bush -- licking one was tastier
than a lollipop or a fast-melting ice cream cone.
As the tape began, we saw first what looked like one of those
gorgeous weather girls you always see on the news, those babes who
stand in front of different maps and charts and stare out at you
with huge dark eyes and advise you to stay indoors on rainy days to
avoid getting wet. And you think, "Whatever you say, honey!
Anything!" This girl sat at a desk, and her short dark hair
brushed her ears as she shook her head earnestly, trying to be
sincerely helpful. She explained that there are many things a girl
can do for the boy she's with, if he's attractive, or if his cock
is attractive, especially if she's practicing safe sex and not
putting out, or if she's having her monthlies. "Here's Stacy to
show you," she said.
The scene cut to Stacy, an even more gorgeous girl with plump,
pouty red lips a lot like Debbie's. She was wearing a frivolous
lacy babydoll that didn't quite cover her pale blonde mound or the
stunning globes of her ass. It hung from huge tits projecting way
ahead of her. She must have trimmed her pussy hair -- it looked
half-naked, and I could see clearly where her slit began and then
disappeared between her legs. As she walked down some hallway
toward the camera, with each step she rocked her hips up to give me
a better view. I began to get stiff immediately!
She entered a bedroom, and there on the bed was some guy supposed
to be asleep on his back, sheets and blankets tossed to one side,
cock and balls out there for all to see. An impressive package, I
had to admit. Stacy smiled slyly as she looked it over, and she
licked her lips while the first girl's voice continued on the sound
track "Is he getting too eager, but you want to avoid getting
pregnant? Or you just can't help yourself, you have to go down on
him? Try this! A warning, though. Don't do this too often or
he'll never be able to get hard enough for regular sex. He won't
be able to penetrate you. He won't mind one bit, but you might!"
The blonde approached this guy from the foot of the bed and crept
up between his sprawled legs and lay down between them, then
stuffed the whole of his soft penis into her mouth. He opened his
eyes, then closed them again and threw his head back. He was gone!
My boner got so hard it began to hurt!
I glanced over at Debbie. She was watching carefully, I suppose
only just then realizing that she'd chosen the wrong tape, that it
would only give me those same old ideas again. Which is what it
did! I was thinking maybe this one would interest her in one of
the things couples can do for each other, for once. But I wasn't
hopeful. It was too much. Not a small step in the right
direction, but the whole trip.
The man's cock grew to huge proportions, the way they all do in
movies like this one. Thick as the girl's wrist and almost as long
as her forearm, or so it seemed! Certainly it put mine to shame.
Mine isn't especially small, though it's nothing to boast about, so
as always when we watched these movies I hoped Debbie didn't
notice. Though I doubted she'd care even if she did notice. This
kind of thing wasn't for her. It wasn't sex.
When that dong got to full-size it looked scary! Stacy kissed its
tip, licked a pearly bead off it, and then got down to pleasuring
it. Her puffed out red lips stretched wide and then slid over the
whole huge purple dome and then up and down it while both of her
hands positioned that tool for her mouth and stroked and squeezed
it, one hand gripping it above the other the way kids use a
baseball bat to choose up sides, with a lot left over! She got
more and more devoted to that cock head, more intensely
concentrated, her cheeks hollowing on each up stroke. Soon his
hips began to thrust into her face, and the length of that thing
began to disappear into her head God knows where! They kept going,
on and on, at it, the man grunting each time she bobbed down on him
and he rose to meet her! I began to sweat! God, it was hot!
There came a shot looking at Stacy from the man's point of view,
past his stomach to Stacy's face, though mostly what we saw was the
hair piled high on her head out of the way. She was leaning
comfortably between his legs on her forearms, her head centered and
framed by his upraised thighs, her deep, dark eyes staring into
mine as if it were my cock and we were sharing some intimate
secret. His rod glistened, wet with her saliva, and I watched
entranced as the upper part appeared and disappeared inside her
swollen mouth.
Then came a reverse shot from Stacy's point of view of the man. A
universe of gleaming cock filled the whole screen, a high-rise of
erect flesh! Then came a majestic ride down that purple-domed
tower, from the royal crown down finally to the man's pubic hair,
a jungle of vigorous undergrowth. Then back up again to the peak.
Stacy licked that shaft from top to bottom and back. Then again.
Every heavy vein in that tree trunk was visible. And as Stacy
licked them, they pulsed! There, from his crotch, was Stacy's view
of the world. I could glimpse the man's face in the background in
ecstasy, chin up, head back, somewhere else! Then Stacy's tongue
got back to business again, and the entire viewing audience took a
new lick down that cock from crown to jungle.
Eventually there came a side view and we could see Stacy's head
bending to do the man repeatedly, swallowing more and more of him
while he face-fucked her, slow-pumping that pipe into her like some
oil derrick. She paused now and then to kiss the tip of the penis
passionately, her long lost love now finally found, and to pull on
the base with both her hands as if she were churning milk into
butter.
I got so stiff I had to shift my weight to free up my own painfully
hard-bound cock. Debbie glanced at me and for some reason smiled
to herself.
Suddenly Stacy seemed to remember that this was an educational
film. She lifted her head, still milking him with both hands, a
thread of viscous pre-cum visible on those gleaming red lips as she
smiled straight at me. The weather girl's voice came back, saying,
"Girls, here's where you get to choose! Remember the old nursery
rhyme? 'Cum in my face or cum in my tummy? Good for my skin, but
also tastes yummy!'" Stacy hesitated, torn, looking down at the
man's cock with real affection!
The cock decided for her, as it always does in these movies. It
lurched a few times, then spurted white cum repeatedly onto her
cheeks and chin and hair. She seemed rapturous. With a
confidential grin she scooped a fingerful off an eyebrow, tucked it
into her mouth, licked her finger, and mouthed "Yummy!" Then she
kissed the tip of the man's prick again, her tongue wiping off a
pearly puddle of semen that had fallen back onto it.
His cock now well and truly appreciated, Stacy then seemed to go
into a frenzy of sucking, licking the softening prick and balls and
kissing them both over and over. The weather girl's voice broke
in. "Wasn't that wonderful? Aren't you eager to try that
yourself? Well, press "pause" now and if you like go right ahead!
We'll resume whenever you're ready!"
The word "PAUSE" appeared on the screen. I pressed "pause" and
looked over at Debbie. It had been three weeks! Hell, for this,
a lifetime! "How about it," I asked her. Ever hopeful!
"No way, Sam!"
"She enjoyed it! You saw!"
"She's an actress, a kind of actress anyway. If you're so eager
for a blow job, do it yourself! Suck your own cock!"
"I would if I could," I said to encourage her, without even
considering whether I would if I could.
"Oh? You would? Really? You'd like to take a cock in your mouth?
How interesting!"
"But I don't bend that far."
"Where there's a will there's always a way," she replied, obviously
for the sake of argument. "Maybe it's just that you're a little
bit inhibited, Sam? Could that be it? Maybe this video can help
you break down those inhibitions? That's what you're hoping will
happen with me, aren't you? Wouldn't you love to have a cock
sucking session like this one? Isn't that what you're thinking?"
"You bet I am! You bet I would!" I was desperate for one! Was
tonight the night?
"I don't mean you getting one, baby. I mean you giving one if
you're all that eager! Like Stacy! You saw her. Doesn't the idea
excite you now that you've seen it? A long, fat prick like that
man's sliding in and out of your mouth, and then feel cum shooting
and splashing all over your face? Or do you prefer your cum yummy
in your tummy?"
"Debbie, there's no need for sarcasm. All I did was wonder whether
the tape might've changed your mind! You chose it, I didn't. I've
been away for three weeks, remember?"
"You're always asking me!" she said, annoyed. "You're always
hoping I'll go down on you! You're never satisfied with what we've
got."
I wasn't going to fall into that trap! "We don't always have it!
Not for the past three weeks, anyhow! And hope springs eternal.
What's wrong with that?"
"Well, it's annoying. For one thing, I'm not persuaded there's
anything in it for me! For another, I suspect you're all take and
no give! You wouldn't do it!"
"What do you mean, I wouldn't do it?" I asked her. "I've wanted to
go down on you lots of times! You always say 'No!' You know
that!"
"That's not what I mean, Sam," she said, still resentful.
"Well, what do you mean?"
"You know perfectly well what I mean!"
I didn't exactly, but was afraid I might if I gave it a moment's
thought. I also didn't like the direction this discussion was
going in, not at all, and I certainly didn't like the mood. "No I
don't know what you mean," I said, as innocently as I could.
She turned toward me. "Think about it this way. You're always
after me to wrap my mouth around that tube of yours and lick it and
feel all those veins and bumps with my tongue, and purse my lips on
the edge of your cock head, and suck up whatever comes through your
pee hole. Taste the stuff that leaks out of the tip whenever you
get excited. Suck on it, and sink your prick in and out of my
moist, hot, clinging mouth until finally you squirt straight down
my throat. Yours would fit completely in my mouth, wouldn't it?
Maybe even stretched out full it wouldn't quite reach my throat, so
my lips really could do it all! Isn't that what you want? Great
for you, maybe, but why should I? What's in it for me?"
Now I had a boner that was unbelievably rigid! "God, you make it
sound so attractive! Honey, lots of women do that for their men!
You heard what the girl said! What's in it for you is knowing that
you're giving me pleasure!"
"Well then, if you think it's so attractive, if you think giving
that kind of pleasure is so wonderful, you do it! You do it! You
first!"
"I mean attractive for me! If the girl does it for me! To me!"
I was getting confused. "I'd love for you to do it to me! It's
harmless, and it would give me great pleasure." Now that sounded
pompous! Our last discussion of this subject had ended this way
too, I remembered. And the previous!
Debbie was turning stubborn, as she always did when we argued.
"OK, Sam! I heard you! You said it, I didn't. So you must mean
it! Sucking cock is attractive and harmless, and it's pleasurable
because it gives pleasure. And that's why you want me to go down
on you!"
"Right!" Now I was also a little exasperated. "I mean, Debbie,
why'd you bring this video home and get me all hot and bothered
like this? It's all about blow jobs! Which you don't do!"
She looked defiant, but said nothing.
For once I had the advantage, and I leaned in. "'Oral Sex for
Women'?" I asked, incredulous. "What could the title mean other
than what it does mean? Cunt lapping? You don't do that! Cock
sucking? You don't do that either! What else could it be about?
Let's just go to bed and do some of the old things! It's been
three weeks, and I'm feeling horny as hell!"
"That's a very romantic proposal, Sam! How can any girl resist it?
I thought from the title that for once we'd be watching how women
do it with other women. You're always hoping I'll get ideas from
your porn movies, so I thought maybe for once you could get some
ideas. About how to be gentle and considerate, the way women are
I'm sure! About kissing me nicely, for openers, maybe! Other
things too. It does have pointers for you, doesn't it?"
"For me? A movie telling me how to suck a cock?"
"Even that! Yes! So at the very least you'd know at first hand
what you're always asking me to do! So you'll know what you're
talking about. Besides, cocks aren't the only things people can
suck on. I've sometimes wondered how it might feel if you were a
little more ... ardent. I have fingers and toes as well as
breasts, you know. All you ever want in your mouth is my breasts.
If those."
"Oh, God! Let's go to bed Debbie! Right now! I'd love to suck on
your fingers and toes and breasts, right now! And anything else
you'd care to name!"
She looked over smugly, as if she'd just finally gained a point in
some contest. "That's good! But first, let's watch some more of
the tape."
"Why, hon? If you don't intend to use any of the information."
"You never know what might turn out to be useful, Sam!"
Elated by that concession, slight as it was, I pressed "Play" and
the tape resumed. Maybe there'd be something in this for me after
all?
The next segment was brief. The short-haired, dark-haired,
dark-eyed weather girl looked out and said "Now we're all going to
break down what you just saw into its basic elements, and we'll
practice each of them, and then practice everything together.
Press 'Pause' again now, girls, and then go get your favorite man.
Or if you don't have one, go get your favorite dildo." She smiled.
"Or if you don't have one of those either, not yet anyhow, then a
banana or a hot dog or a candle or a soda pop bottle will do just
fine. Some girls like cucumbers. A little hand lotion will help,
too. If you don't happen to have a man handy, plan to use your
imagination." She smiled encouragingly, just between us girls.
"Take him in hand, and then we'll resume." She smiled again.
The word "PAUSE" came on the screen again.
ii.
I pressed "pause," and turned to ask Debbie whether she saw her
favorite man anywhere about. Without a word she got up abruptly
and went into the kitchen. She came back with two bananas.
"Here," she said. "Practice what you preach!"
Now I was puzzled. "Why a banana for me? This tape is for girls.
"Not necessarily." Then she relented a little. "It was
recommended to me by my office manager, Bruce. He's ... you know.
He's different, if you know what I mean. We all talk to him as if
he were one of us, all the girls in our office. He knows lots
about how to make men more ... responsive. What's attractive.
What attracts. We're always curious whether men like Bruce feel
the way women do about ... some things." She paused, then
continued. "I mentioned my fingers and toes, how I wished
sometimes you were a little more ... venturesome, and so on. He
thought a tape teaching more about oral sex might help."
"You talk about our private things at the office, Debbie? And ask
a gay man for advice?"
"Sam, it's Bruce, not just anyone! Women feel comfortable
confiding in him! He never takes advantage of what he knows, so it
doesn't matter what he knows! And he doesn't gossip -- who'd pay
attention to him? And he has the cutest dates calling on him after
work, sometimes! Sometimes we're all a little jealous!"
I didn't like hearing that. Jealous of Bruce? Debbie and the
other girls at her office size up the men who come through as
possible...partners? Even gay men calling on a gay man? I didn't
say anything, but I must have looked a little solemn. Worried.
"I don't mean jealous of Bruce, honey. I mean we envy the way his
dates look. All prettied up for their night out on the town. Some
of them are just gorgeous, and dressed beautifully too! Designer
dresses, he likes that, and they all have the figures they need to
carry them off!"
"Bruce's dates? Gorgeous? Beautiful? And he's gay? They're men,
aren't they?"
"I suppose. Some may be, technically. Bruce says lots of men
think they're really women, so they take hormones and get the
surgery they need to become women. And while they're at it, the
surgery they also need to become beautiful. Lots don't, they just
work at being beautiful the way women do. Whether they're then
women or men is all in the eye of the beholder. Bruce likes them
that way. His friends all look like women when they come to call
on him. "
"Your Bruce likes guys who look like girls?"
"He likes girls who were once guys, honey, for sure! And the girls
who visit him like his kind of man, too. We all do. He's
something! A real man. Lean and graceful, but with solid, hard
muscles, like a dancer. Handsome, chiseled face, high cheekbones,
deep eyes. Very dramatic! He did dance professionally for a while
before he got his M.B.A. Why do you ask?"
"No reason. Just trying to understand." The way she'd described
Bruce was disturbing me. She sounded ready to go to bed with him
even though he was gay. Debbie must have sensed it.
"Understand what, honey? Does it matter to you? Do you have some
special feeling about effeminate men I don't know about? Would
you like to date him too? A handsome, hard-bodied man? Does the
idea that some men look like gorgeous women give you a
funny feeling inside? Do you secretly envy them? We were talking
about how nice it is to suck cock. Do you ever wonder what
a pretty man's cock might feel like, say, in your own mouth? Or a
handsome man's, pushed into you maybe somewhere even more private?
Do you have strange feelings about all this you don't want to admit
to me, maybe? Maybe not even to yourself?"
There was that sarcasm again. I was already losing round two,
and I hadn't even left my corner. I said nothing. Then, "This
tape teaches the wrong kind of sucking, Debbie. It's your Bruce's
kind of sucking. Cock sucking! That's what gay men do with each
other. And girls do with men. Real men don't suck cock or dress
up to look like girls. That's all I meant!"
- o - o - o -
End Sucker 1/11
If you are missing a part then this story can be found at
www.go.to/furysaga under Vickie Tern's Wives and Girlsfriends Page
(c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be copied to free archives and
accessed from them. But do let me know, VickieTern@AOL.COM
VickieTern@AOL.COM
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