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{ASSM}Sucker by Vickie Tern (9/11) 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.
- o - o - o -
xi.
I didn't need to glance at him this time as we walked toward the
bar and restaurant in the main building. I knew he couldn't take
his eyes off me. I smiled to myself the whole time. I felt the
secret pleasure any woman feels when she knows she's being admired,
of course. But even more, my task this evening was to provide my
man blissful satisfaction, and I knew it would be much easier if he
was entranced, even enamored by me. I have never felt so euphoric,
so able! So fulfilled!
I stoked his fires through a long cocktail hour and a two hour
dinner, with conversation and dancing between drinks, and a fine
wine accompanying. I took my women's magazines' advice and got
him talking about himself, his work and his hopes, and found that
he was a pretty nice guy! If we weren't designated lovers, we
might have been pals. As it was, I didn't need to overact much to
register wide-eyed, awed admiration for him. He knew I was trying,
of course, but he felt flattered by my efforts nevertheless.
He led me to the dance floor with each pause between drinks and
then with each interval between courses, and as the alcohol levels
in my blood elevated I found warmth toward him rising as well. He
was a superb dancer, just as Debbie'd suggested. He held me close
during the slow dances and I could feel by the way his thighs and
hips moved how I should follow him. For the first time I felt a
man's semi-erect penis against my midriff. At first I wasn't sure
what it was -- it seemed to me enormous. At every opportunity I
writhed against it, until there was no doubt what it was,
king-sized and fully erect! If I could have brought him off on the
dance floor by rubbing my silk-clad belly up and down on him, or
the cleft of my ass on my turns, my eyelids draped shut in an
erotic daze as I backed and rotated into him, I would have. I
certainly tried!
Then during the big beat numbers he was a joy to watch. His
rhythmic inventiveness with his body was astonishing, and as I
tried to imitate his gestures I was grateful for all the dancing
I'd done to those tapes, especially all those efforts to perfect
distinctly feminine, girl gestures. I knew he was watching as I
preened and stretched my now-supple body, and I exaggerated some
gestures into seemingly orgasmic rapture. But my smiling
admiration for him was sincere, and I grew more affectionate as he
showed warm appreciation for it.
Finally I couldn't uncouple from him as he led me back to our
Honeymoon Villa, both my arms wrapped around his waist, kissing him
wherever my lips could reach him. When we arrived back I steered
him straight toward a large easy chair, and as he sat back in it I
knelt and removed his shoes as if I were handmaiden to a sultan.
He closed his eyes and smiled. Then unbuckled his belt. Another
smile. Then I pulled his pants down to his ankles, and with a
flourish, pulled down his underpants.
And there it was! My God! Larger by far than that oversized dildo
mounted on a chair I'd been working over with my mouth and my ass.
Larger than any of the men's who'd entered me by either orifice in
the back room of the Lotus Club. Far larger than Gabriel's! As
the weather-lady might have put it, his cock stood four hands high,
the crown rising well-above his navel! I was already kneeling, so
I couldn't help it. I kissed the tip in an awed act of homage! I
clutched it with both hands, like a scepter or badge of office, and
as Stacy had demonstrated, began to masturbate whatever wasn't in
my mouth.
"Oh, my God!" I cried in a higher tone of voice than I had ever
heard myself utter before! "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I had never dreamed
there were cocks like this one! Far larger than any on those
pornographic tapes I'd watched! Truly big-league, as Debbie had
warned me! I was grateful for the world of experience that had
prepared me for this moment.
And those were the last sounds I uttered for the next thirty
minutes, except for an occasional moan as I tried feverishly to
kiss, lick, lip, suck, and swallow that tower, to extend my throat
to wrap around it as I forced it deeper and deeper into my gullet,
then withdrew my head to allow me a deep breath before another
plunge to contain it completely! Faster and faster, as we both
began to breathe more quickly and heavily. Until finally he
clutched my head and pushed my nose into his pubic hair and I felt
that cock throb, and throb, and throb, and I knew he was pumping
sweet jism direct into my stomach. I was so eager to taste this
marvelous man that for his last spurt I pulled back and held the
head in my mouth. He was so sweet! And it was so silky smooth on
my tongue! I swallowed it gratefully!
When he recovered his breath, I was still licking my lips, still
trying to mix my own saliva in with his residual sticky stuff so
there would be even more to swallow, and still swallowing every
last delectable drop. No one ever sucked any man's cock more
eagerly than I sucked that man's!
"That was just great, Samantha!" he said, looking down
appreciatively. "But you didn't once look me in the eye! Were you
ashamed?"
"Oh, no, Bruce, no! Never!" I said in a hoarse voice. I was
horrified he might think so! "I loved it! I want to do it again!
Now! It was the greatest experience of my life! But I
couldn't take you all the way into my throat and also look at you
at the same time! You're...." A small sob escaped me. "You're so
huge!"
"If you want to do it again now, go ahead, Samantha! We have the
whole weekend! No time like the present!"
"Are you sure?" I was astonished. Twice in a row? Sure enough,
his massive cock stood as tall as ever, glistening now from my
saliva and no doubt lightly coated with his own cum.
"This time it'll go down even easier," he said. "Try it!"
I did. It did. He took longer to cum this time, nearly an hour,
and I can't say I was as passionate as I was the first time, though
I know I was every bit as loving. This time when I recognized the
telltale signs of his oncoming climax I withdrew my head and caught
all of his sperm in my mouth, swallowing it as rapidly as I could
and gargling with the last mouthful to ease my ravaged and
distended throat. "Thank you!" I croaked to him gratefully when it
was all snug inside me.
"All yummy in your tummy, lover?" suddenly came a voice from a
darkened corner of the room! Debbie's voice! Debbie was here!
She'd seen it all!? She knew that her husband was now what
she'd wanted him to be all along? A horny and skilled girl who
loved sucking on a really impressive cock?
"Debbie!!" I tried to shout in surprise, though it came out as a
whisper. "Have you been there for long?"
"Oh yes," she said. I still couldn't see her. "I arrived to find
you preening your belly and your ass on Bruce's cock on the dance
floor, in public, behaving like such a flirtatious wanton I came
back here to wait for you to get serious! As you've now done! And
very nicely, too, I must say! The first time head over heels, and
this second time devout, dedicated. You're a credit to your
femininity, Samantha. Or to your training!"
I was glad to hear that. Debbie had warned me there could be no
holding back, but I'd loved what I was doing, craved it in fact, so
the problem had never even crossed my mind! I was sure Bruce was
completely satisfied! But I decided then and there to strengthen
his endorsement of me for her ears, so there'd be no doubt about
it. "Did I do this better than your gay friends do it?" I asked
him coyly, my voice now seductively rough and low from so much cock
in my throat for so long.
He looked puzzled. "What gay friends, Samantha?"
"The cute guys who come to your office to meet you sometimes, to go
out for the evening. Looking like girls. Like me this afternoon.
Debbie told me about them."
"Oh, those women who come calling on me? They really do swarm
sometimes -- I suppose the word gets out about my equipment, and
sometimes it seems that half the human race wants to try it out.
Lots manage to do it, too."
He smiled down on me, and wiped what I suppose was a streak of his
spunk from the corner of my mouth with his finger, then held it out
for me to lick. I licked it. He nodded.
"I suppose they are gorgeous -- I've noticed how the girls at the
office always check them out when they show up. Mostly for hints
on dressing and make up. They're really smooth chicks, all of
them. A lot of them are actresses or models."
Something about this didn't sound right. "Transvestites? Gays?
Actresses?"
Bruce looked bewildered, maybe also a little wary, as if perhaps I
wasn't all there though I was still kneeling between his knees. "I
suppose some are lesbians, you never know. Or bisexual. But trust
me, they are all definitely female! You're my first man, by
special arrangement with your wife! Though in your case, not
really a man as I understand it!"
Now it was my turn to be bewildered.
A thought seemed to occur to him. "There was one girl I found out
right away was bisexual. She showed up at the office, and Debbie
took an immediate interest in her. They got on each other's
wavelengths the moment she arrived, without saying a word.
They started eyeing each other and you couldn't cut the air
between them with a knife! Debbie got her to break her date with
me and go off to a motel with her instead. Or did she go home to
share her with you? She told me the next morning that she owed
me one for that, and she looked very satisfied indeed, I must say.
This weekend is also a kind of payment to me for that. As well
as a favor. And an obligation too."
What was he talking about!? Debbie? I was still on my knees in
front of Bruce while he lounged back at his ease in his overstuffed
chair, his hand still idly ruffling and twisting my curls. I was
vaguely aware that Debbie was sitting silently in her dark corner
watching this drama unfold, making no effort to interrupt. I
looked up at Bruce from under my heavy eyelashes! What I could see
of his face was looking down at me benignly, but that long, thick
cock still blocked most of my vision. It had stopped softening and
stood there half-swollen. Even after a second time! I tried to
lift my head to say something, but somehow his hand casually
stroking my hair was unyielding. My nose sank deep in his huge
balls.
Staring up as best I could, I tried to understand. "My Debbie once
went off with one of your gay friends who looks like a girl?" I
asked timorously.
Bruce furrowed his brow. "She went off once with one of the girls
I date. They all look like a girls, Samantha, because that's what
they are. Girls. What's your problem?"
"You aren't gay? You date girls? You don't date only gay men who
look like girls?"
He stared at me now a little sympathetically. "No, Samantha. I'm
not gay. Not at all. You're my first! As payback, and as a
favor. Debbie talked me into it. She can be very persuasive, as
you know. Do you think I think you're still essentially a man in
some way? No. I don't date men. I do sometimes date transsexual
women, because they're women."
What's going on?! I felt disoriented! "What did she tell you
about me?," I asked him.
"That her husband needed to suck a guy's cock, and she wanted that
guy to be me."
"Did she tell you the reason why?"
"No. I already knew the reason why. I've known for a year or
more. In fact it's been a couple of years since some of us began
to speculate about what's wrong with you, that you can't keep her
satisfied at home."
What did that mean? Something's wrong with me? I had better keep
to one thing at a time, I decided. "What speculations?"
"Well, one notion was that you're gay. That you married her for
cover, so no one would know. So you could do your things and she
could do hers."
"She said that? What things? She told you I'm gay?"
"No, that was only the rumor. She was amused when she heard that.
"If that were true, it'd be easy," she told me.
"What would be easy?"
"I never asked her. We both had other things on our minds. She
did explain to me why you're dressed the way you are. You've
always felt that you're a woman in a man's body. So whenever
possible you wear the clothes, and behave like a women, and now
you've finally made a commitment to live all the time as a woman.
To celebrate, Debbie thought you should have an opportunity to suck
a real man's cock, and that's why she asked me to help out. And
now you've done it! You haven't gotten yourself a pussy just yet,
you still have a prick. So you have still problems expressing
yourself sexually. But that'll change in due time."
Worse and worse! "Where'd you get that idea?"
"Debbie, who else? It explained why she looks elsewhere for sex.
We've all wondered."
I began to feel sick. Could Bruce be putting me on?
"Is this true, Debbie? Did you tell everyone I'm a transsexual?
To explain why you look where?"
"Not everyone, love," came Debbie's voice from the dark. She
sounded unshakably pleased with herself! "Not everyone. Some
only recently. Marcie for example -- she learned about you only
a few weeks ago. And she didn't believe it -- she had to come see
for herself. She told me you were all man back when you two were
getting it on. I told her you were confused then, but now you had
to be who you were, same as me. And don't you? What are you?
Tell Bruce! But remember what you promised me before you open your
mouth. The weekend isn't over!"
I was glad for the reminder. The wrong answer could undo everything!
"I'm a girl," I told Bruce.
"Did I doubt it?" He was still lounging back, amused by this whole
conversation.
"Yes, you are, sweetheart," Debbie went on. "And you enjoy it,
too! Both ways, submissive or dominant, depending on the man!
Like with Gabe -- wasn't he fun? I knew you'd want to order
Gabe around before you took on someone like Bruce. And wasn't I right?
Didn't it re-establish your pride and self-confidence as a woman after
your Lotus Club men shook you up a little?"
She was avoiding the other subject! Why? "You look elswehere
for sex? You went off with one of Bruce's girls once? You've ...."
I was overwhelmed! Confused and vertiginous! Who was this woman?! A
wave of nausea rose up, and I leaped to my feet and rushed off to
the bathroom to retch. And barely made it! Bruce's sperm gone!
A stray thought, now I needed to replace it in my tummy! I rinsed
out my mouth, and returned.
Bruce was still where he had been. But there, kneeling between his
knees where I had been, there now was Debbie! His cock head in her
mouth! Both hands sliding up and down his shaft in the approved Stacy
manner!! She was giving him a blow job! My blow job! I was appalled.
"What!" I spluttered. "What?"
Debbie lifted her head. "Don't be selfish, sweetheart! You've
just enjoyed it, and now it's my turn!" She returned her attention
that enormous pole.
"That wasn't enjoyment!" I shouted, as loud as I could with my
rasping throat! "I did it because you said that's the only way
you'd do me! Remember?"
"I saw you, sweetie," Debby replied, licking a drop of pre-cum
off the tip, then smiling into Bruce's eyes but still talking to me.
"You loved it! Don't tell me you didn't. And you're not wrong!
It *is* wonderful to have a cock like this in your mouth.
Just as that tape said, remember? Just as you've been claiming for
years, even though you took a lot of persuading when I challenged
you to put your mouth where your words were. Both sides of your
mouth! You certainly know now! Isn't that so?"
"I don't know anything!" I was utterly addled! I didn't! I just
stood there! On the verge of tears, again!
Bruce intervened diplomatically. "Samantha!," he said consolingly.
"Don't fret. Go change -- I bet you brought some lovely nightgowns
and negligees! Your wife's only getting me ready for my next event
with you, that's all! Up the ass! To see if you're as good a fuck
as you are a cock sucker!"
"I ...! You ...!" I just stood there speechless! Apart from
everything else, the prospect of Bruce's telephone pole in my rear
end was frightening. I'd gotten well-stretched, but not that much!
"Go do what Bruce says, sweetie!" Debbie told me firmly, rising to
her feet while Bruce again sat silent, watching her with admiration.
She was still wearing her business suit, and now she was all business,
commanding, disciplined. "And remember to douche yourself! Then
when you come back I'll allow you to fuck me, and I assure you it
will be as satisfying for you as any sex with me you've had. Hurry!
Watching you make love to Bruce has really turned me on! You'll want
to take advantage of that now, won't you?"
I had nothing to say. I was overloaded!
"Samantha, just do what I say!" Her voice was sharp! I turned to
do just that!
"Samantha!"
I turned back.
"What do you say when I tell you to do something!"
"Yes, ma'am," I said, as mindlessly as Gabriel had said it to me
only the previous night. Are all men that easily dominated by women?
Was I still a man?
When I returned in one of the gowns I'd brought for this weekend of
love, Bruce was completely naked though still sitting at his ease
in his chair. His boner was as tall as ever! Debbie was lying on
her back on our huge, circular bed wearing the very same
provocative nightgown I'd bought her for her last birthday, when
I'd hoped to warm her up with sexy presents, as usual to no avail.
By now I'd absorbed what Bruce had claimed about her, and I wanted
to ask about those alleged infidelities! With another women.
Other women? Other men?
But before I could even formulate a question, Debbie said in the
most powerfully seductive voice I have ever heard from any woman,
"You look ravishing, sweetheart! Come ravish me, this very minute!"
She held out her arms, and lifted and spread her knees!
And I couldn't help myself! I ran toward her and flew on top of
her, and with a momentary shifting of my hips I entered her. To
the hilt! Her arms closed on my neck, gripping it tight and
pulling my face down to hers. Her knees closed over my waist,
gripping me to her even more firmly, and she lifted our crotches
high up off the bed. Our breasts crushed against each other! I
was locked onto her, into her, unable to escape! Bliss! I began
to move. Heaven!
Concentrating on the feel of our silky satin nightgowns rubbing on
each other, and the pressure of our soft breasts, and her strong
smooth arms and thighs, I didn't notice Bruce lowering himself on
top of me until I felt a firm, soft rubbery probing of my anus, and
realized that Debbie was holding my exposed asshole utterly open to
Bruce's cock, that I was about to be invaded! I tried to move, but
Debbie only gripped me tighter with her legs as she held my cheeks
wide apart, as if passionately refusing to separate from me. She
too began to move, and I couldn't help it, I began to move my cock
in her pussy in response. With each upward humping to gather force,
my asshole pressed more firmly against that stubborn pole of Bruce's.
Then one violently yearning movement on Debbie's part pushed me high
up and back and impaled me before I could lunge back into her, and
Bruce's tip was inside me!
Then slowly, methodically, he began to fuck me. In and in, with
delicious care. I did stretch to welcome him in, and I clinched
and hugged his cock affectionately with my rear muscles, over and
over. When at last his hips leaned on my plump rear and I felt
pressure high up in my belly I knew he had gone all the way into
me. And then he began to withdraw. That delicious fulfilled but
then deprived feeling was back, gratifyingly, and despite myself I
went rapturous! My movements quickly took on his rhythms, as they
had done when we were slow dancing and I was led by subtle
movements of his hips. I became a slave to those movements. His
cock in my gut felt incredible! And all the while my cock was in
Debbie and felt equally incredible! We moved together in tandem,
Bruce in effect fucking Debbie with my prick! Faster and faster,
our lunging and plunging and ramming growing wilder and more
violent, until all three of us suddenly shrieked at once! We all
three came together! Debbie shuddered and spasmed. I pumped and
squirted my accumulated semen into her pussy as not for many weeks!
And Bruce poured the contents of those huge balls into my gut!
We lay there speechless for the longest time, then Bruce slowly,
carefully, withdrew from me. A trickle of his cum dribbled from my
gaping anus and ran down my thigh. As his weight came off me I
pulled myself out of Debbie, and heard a squishing as juices ran
out of her and no doubt down her leg.
"Now you're a woman," Bruce said. "There's no doubt about it at
all, Samantha! Both of you! Two women leaking cum! What could be
more authentic!"
"God, nothing could be more authentic than this moment!" Debbie
replied. "Sweetheart, how was that for you? Didn't you love it?"
"Yes!" I said reluctantly. Because it was certainly true. "Yes,
I did!"
"Good!" Debbie said. "Then go clean yourself up and then come
back. Use another douche to make yourself fresh. And perfume.
This may be a long night!"
I did as she asked. And when I got back, there she was lying on
her back in the same position, but her arms and legs were wrapped
around Bruce this time, in a passionate embrace. He lay on top
of her, their faces and mouths clamped together, his massive penis
obviously deep inside her, again working itself in and out, then
back in. They had eliminated the middle man and were back at it,
oblivious to me and the world.
And what could I say? What had I been doing with Bruce only a few
minutes earlier? I went into the dark corner Debbie had occupied
and sat down and watched them for a while. I tried not to feel
jealous -- I scarcely had any right!
They went at it for a very long time, slowly at first, even
languorously, now and then grunting or moaning but obviously trying
to make it last. Debbie warmed up and seemed to take over, writhing
and wriggling and rotating on that cock as if possessed! As she was!
But she possessed him! She was as much in charge as she ever had
been with me! She paid no attention to me -- I didn't exist. Only
that thing impaling her! I saw that she was having an orgasm every
few minutes. She'd rise to a frenzy, scream, recover her breath,
then with a great sigh begin building toward another. It was strange.
She was using Bruce to service her. Enjoying him. That was somehow
reassuring. After a while I began to feel sleepy. I crawled into
the bed in the alcove, and was out almost at once.
xii.
In the morning Debbie woke me by calling me back to their bed. Our
bed? I crept in and was immediately presented with Bruce's cum and
pussy-juice crusted cock, then by Debbie's oozing pussy. I drank
and licked and sucked both, eyes shut, savoring the flavor,
wallowing in it. When I opened my eyes once to look up
into their faces, I saw they were both watching me, pleased.
"Isn't being a girl wonderful, honey?" Debbie asked me. "When
there are men like Bruce around to keep us both satisfied?"
When they were both clean Bruce turned me onto my back and gently
pushed my legs high up in the air, leaned over me, and entered me
face to face. And fucked me as slowly and deliberately as he had
fucked me and Debbie the night before. Debbie meanwhile crept down
from above me on that huge bed, dropped one of her breasts into my
mouth, then leaned further forward and began to suckle on my own
breasts, first one, then the other. We sixty-nined our upper
bodies, faces buried in warm softness, sucking and sipping and
kissing each other's delicate nipples. Heaven! And all the while,
that delicious fulfilled feeling, followed by a yearning, then
again by fulfillment, as Bruce stroked in and out. Again, heaven.
And so the weekend went. Bruce escorted both of us to the Avalon's
formal Saturday Night ball. We were both beautiful in our long
gowns, mine the off-the-shoulder gown Debbie had bought me only
a few weeks ago. Other men asked us each to dance, and Bruce danced
with both of us, and fucked both of us afterward. Repeatedly.
And we both sucked him off repeatedly, once both of us together,
bumping heads and noses, fighting for a lick or a mouthful, giggling
because it was such fun!. We played tennis the next day, Bruce
against the two of us, and he ran us ragged in our matching tennis
dresses. I felt ... cute! Cherished! It was a strange feeling!
But day or night, the three of us were inseparable. And Bruce's
cock never quit!
Debbie had been right from the beginning, I realized. If I hadn't
developed the sensibilities and desires of a woman before this
weekend, if I hadn't learned to love making love like a woman and
being loved like a woman, if I hadn't found out what the varieties
of sexual experiences were with many men, and gotten accustomed to
them, then sucking Bruce's cock even once as I had originally
agreed would have been for me an ugly perversion, a severe
punishment, not a rare privilege. As I'd first thought it, a trial
to be endured.
But Debbie never meant to punish me. She'd instead wanted to
remake me, with Bruce my reward. She'd wanted me to be a woman
like her! For the joy of it! And I loved it! I did enjoy taking
Bruce in at either end, and he enjoyed each of us and both of us.
Many times, that weekend.
We got back late Sunday night. I couldn't really question Debbie
until the Monday morning after we both got back home -- we were
both too busy with Bruce, and then too weary! We woke to call in
sick to our offices and then sleep for another few hours, still
wrapped snugly in each other. We'd neither of us gotten much sleep
since Friday night, and we both needed the full day to recover.
I wanted to be rested when I showed up at work for the first time
with my new face and figure. I now actually was the woman Debbie'd
told my Boss and Personnel I meant to become.
- o - o - o -
End Sucker 9/11
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
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