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From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern)
Subject: {ASSM} MMMMMM by Vickie Tern 7/10 TG Femdom
Date: Sun,  8 Dec 2002 20:10:02 -0500
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Mmmmmm! by Vickie Tern, 7/10

                            vii.

They did.  Only ten minutes after they arrived Kelly was lying back
on their bed with her legs wide apart, and Nick's Raspberry mouth
was burrowing deep into her crotch.  She was looking down
affectionately at Nick's huge dark eyes as they stared poignantly
back up at her, and she reached low and stroked his blonde hair as
if it were a puppy's.  Her hips began to writhe in the rhythm set
by his mouth.  Stan had fucked her three times that afternoon and
he was hung!  She'd felt stretched out and sore as she'd hurried
back to Betsy's to pick up her re-made husband, Stan's cum still
oozing from her.  She'd even felt resentful because she still craved
more cock, and meeting Nick was depriving her.  

Now?  Nicola between her thighs did have its compensations!  She
felt soothed and satisfied.  There was her very own Nicola's face,
shiny, gleaming, coated slick and heavy with Stan's cum and her own
pussy juices as they ran out of her, and there was her very own
Nicola's marvelous tongue inside her.  That tongue was a state of
grace, a divine glory making sensations that rose up and bloomed
out from her pussy into her whole body.  All from the mouth of the
lovely young woman between her legs!  How luxurious!  She wriggled. 

At that moment Kelly fell in love with Nick all over again, the
years of bitter animosity forgotten.  Or rather, she fell in love
with the new Nick, Nicola.  It was especially satisfying that after
all those years of sparring she'd ended up triumphant.  That Nick
was no more.  Or rather, what there was of him was now hers and yet
she was no way his.  She breathed deep and writhed and let her
groin rise and press into Nick's face as she orgasmed, then decided
to go again, her hand on the back of his head pushing Nick back to
his task.  "Ohhhhhh, this is so gooood Nicola!" she allowed herself
to moan.  "You have no idea, you dear!  So loveleeee!"

But even as he wiped his face on her and lapped so devotedly at her
clit, Nick was puzzled.  She was soaked even when she began!  
Dripping!  Drenched!  So slippery from the moment his tongue 
first touched her, and then when he'd sunk his whole face deep 
between her labia, it was like dipping it into a sopping wet sponge.
And those labia were so pink and swollen!  Why had she been so 
eager to get him into bed with her?  Why she couldn't wait?  
The way he looked now turned her on?  Was he that attractive now?  

She tasted a lot like the first time he'd licked her -- only two
days ago was it?   He'd cum into her the previous night with what
little fluid he had in him these days, then the next morning she'd
auditioned him at her pussy as Janet.  He'd nearly suffocated, but
she'd gotten really excited.  Was this the taste of Kelly when she
was really excited?  There was so much juice in her!  It was
confusing.

As he tried to think it through, he noticed that whenever she
orgasmed blebs of thick, cloudy fluid came out of her.  Yet she
always wanted more, pressing his head between her legs even as she
spasmed, so he'd keep going.  And as she orgasmed again, more
emerged.  He wiped her crotch with his mouth and nose even more
vigorously, and eventually she came yet again, and leaked even more
sticky fluid.  At least her legs stayed spread far apart, as if she
needed the cool of the air on her pussy to quench the heat, not
just his tongue.  He was grateful that this time he could breathe.

When she finally finished, had had enough, she sighed deeply.  "Let
me see," she said suddenly.

Nick didn't understand.

"Your face!"

Nick crept up over her torso until his gleaming, sticky face was
above hers.  She looked at him and smiled sweetly.  "Yes.  It's
true.  There's nothing smeared.  You're perfect, sweetheart.  Your
lips are still beautiful!  Even the shading on your eyelids!  And
your cheeks are still glowing pink, that's so romantic!  You know,
it's funny, the way your whole face glistens!  Though that's
probably not your make-up."  She smiled again. "That Stan!  He's 
a fountain!"  She made no move to kiss him.

"What?"  Nick's heart warmed -- she liked his looks.  But she
wasn't talking sense.  "Who?"

"Someone I know.  Never mind, you'll get used to it, we both will. 
That was heaven, I want you to know that!  Sheer heaven!  Nicola,
would you mind spending the whole night down there the way Janet
sometimes did?  I'd feel so good knowing you're snugged in there
between my legs.  And I'll want you to kiss me any time you wake
up, on my bottom or my pussy or my mound, wherever you find
yourself." 

"Maybe.  All right."  But he still felt uncertain about all this. 
All this praise made him feel good.  Affectionate.  He knew he 
wasn't himself, and he was still uncomfortable with how far this 
thing had gone, how far he'd gone with it.  He needed reassurance.
He needed to regain a minimal amount of respect.  Self-respect, 
anyhow.  "May I kiss you now?" he asked.  He put his slick face 
down close to her mouth.  

But Kelly's mouth curled, and she turned her own face away.  "No,
Nicola.  Only my pussy.  I appreciate what you've done, really, I
love it, and I might kiss you for it, but not right now.  I don't
like the taste.  Your face isn't decent.  Some other time?"

Not decent?  "The taste of what?  You mean because I'm wet with
your juices?"

What an innocent he was!  Well, this was his life from now on, he
might as well know so he can learn to enjoy it. "No, not exactly. 
I'd often kiss Janet when she was sloppy with my juices! 
I love tasting my own flavor on a lover's lips.  I'll kiss you too
when it's only me you're wet with after you've been kissing me down
there.  It's men's juices I don't much care for."

"This isn't only you?  It's men?"  He touched his face.  It
was beginning to dry.  It no longer felt slick but thick and
sticky.  Sticky like ....  

Sperm.  Not his own sperm, certainly.  And finally he recognized
the taste in his mouth!  Salty, musky.  Like last time, that was
his own sperm.

"Mmmmmm!" was all Kelly replied.  "No, it's only one man, but he's 
quite a man!  Some of it's me.  Let's go to sleep, you lovely girl,
you!"

"Kelly, you've just .... While I was in that salon ..., you were 
making ... you were with another man?"

She looked up at her husband's beautifully made up face, his
elegantly coiffed hair a touch askew but his features gorgeous.  He
was a woman.  Her heart went out to him.  "No, sweetheart, I wasn't
with 'another' man.  Just one.  You aren't a man -- you're too
beautiful, and you can't get it up like a man either, remember? 
You don't qualify either way."  

I suppose he still hasn't grasped the reality of his situation yet,
she was thinking.  I need to wave it in his face!  "Yes, I was with
one of the men I've been seeing since you became incapable.  Stan,
in this case.  While you were getting all girly, he was being a 
real man with me.  We fucked all afternoon, three times I think it
was.  It was marvelous!  He's incredibly well-hung, he makes your
prick at its peak look like a little boy's.  Should that seem so
surprising?   I've never tasted him, I don't want to, but he always
feels just great in my pussy.  Do you like the way he tastes?  Are
you a little sad you've never had him in your pussy?  Or its
equivalent?"

I should be kinder to him, the poor dear, she thought.  Now he's
really baffled.  He really needs to see for himself what I need
that he can't provide.  I guess he needs to stand there and
actually watch them mount me and pump me, or he needs to see me
impale myself on one of those bucking stallions and then ride him
to glory.  Then maybe he'll understand why I do what I do and go
away and leave me forever, and only Nicola will remain.

But that idea wasn't that all attractive as she turned it over. 
Kelly wasn't an exhibitionist, she enjoyed her privacy.  She'd been
meeting various men for sex for quite a while, and her husband had
known nothing, and that had all been part of the fun.  It was all
part of her secret revenge on him, their competition, that she 
knew and he didn't!  No, she'd leave him guessing.  Fearful that
any time she wasn't actually with him she was being fucked
somewhere else.

"Kelly, what I just did ...."  He stopped and thought it through. 
She'd wanted him to suck her vagina as part of their new
relationship.  He'd agreed.  Nick swallowed hard.  The taste of
Stan's cum was still in his throat, stuck there.  He'd swallowed
another man's cum from his own wife's cunt.  She'd wanted him
to do just that.  His throat tightened, and his voice came out
thin, tense.  "I know you told me you have needs, and all.  But I
thought if I did this, this becoming a girl thing, if I went along
with you, then maybe you'd ...."

He stopped, realizing that she'd made no promises other than not to
leave him.  So he began again.  "Kelly, there I was in that salon
making this tremendous concession to your desires, letting them do
whatever they did to me to make me look the way I look now.  I know
I can't satisfy you as a man any more, I know that.  You've told me
why and you know you're responsible for it, at least in part.  So
you owe me a little for that.  And you did tell me that you were
... seeing others, and I appreciate that you're honest about it." 
Honest about cheating on me, crossed his mind, but he couldn't 
think it through.  "But at that very moment, when I was
losing the last of my masculinity for you, did you have to go find
another man?  Rub my nose in it?"

Kelly grinned broadly.  "Especially then!  And I didn't rub your nose
in it, baby.  You did!  Just now!"  She almost laughed out loud.  
"Honey, I just couldn't help it.  It was so exciting, watching you 
give up trying to be a man, letting me make you into the girl of my 
dreams, getting you to let me feminize you.  It's so endearing!   
I got so horny watching you shop that I just had to go out and get 
stuffed!  I couldn't help it!"    

Then in a more conciliatory manner she added, "It wasn't to spite
you or anything, lover girl.  I just wanted to, that's all.  It's
how I am.  I love sex, you know that!  And you don't, not that
kind, not any more.  That's how things are!  I'm sorry you're
offended.  But let's not ruin this wonderful night with another
quarrel.  Please, just snuggle back down where you were before, and
let's go to sleep."

Nick gave up.  She pushed on his head and helplessly, uneasily , he
slid back down between her legs.  

"Oh," she said.  "I do love your voice when it sounds like that. 
 From now on, everywhere, try to speak with that tight sound in your
throat.  I suppose it's from realizing you've swallowed another
man's cum.  So think that you've swallowed another man's cum
whenever you open your mouth.  Then no one will ever suspect you're
a man.  Maybe it'll be true enough often enough!"

 From between her legs came an indistinguishable whimper.  Crying?

"Oh, you're so sweet!" she said, to reassure him.  "I do love you
like this!"  She stroked his lovely, blonde-streaked hair.

As Nick's breathing grew regular, Kelly's face remained seriously
thoughtful.  I shouldn't be so cruel.  I did want him to debase 
his manhood by making him slurp another man's cum out of me and 
know it, she reflected.  And now he knows he'll be doing it again.
But maybe I'm expecting too much too soon.  I want him
to be happy in his new life.  I better call Rachel first
thing, and see if she has any more pills or advice.

Nick was still asleep when she unwrapped her legs from around his
head and wriggled her groin out from under and went into her study
to call Rachel.  "Rachel," she said.  "Can we talk?  Nicola is
doing fine, better than we could have expected, much better.  But
she's having a problem accepting that there are other
men in my life.  She's cooperating, but I suspect she isn't all
there for me yet.  It could get worse for both of us. 
Do you have any quick solutions?  Another pill maybe?"

Rachel didn't hesitate.  "No problem!  Honey, think a moment, 
you've got him where you want him, but what's in it for him?"
Bring him in today, and we'll do his breast enlargement.  
Immediately.  No more delays -- he needs tits so he can start 
enjoying them.  No new pills -- your poor dear would forget 
even his name if we gave him any more of those things.  But I 
have something for him for next week when his breasts have healed
that'll speed things considerably I suspect.  Next week we'll 
do something that'll take him out of any competition with other 
men altogether."

"What's that, Rachel?  I don't want him hurt, you know!"

"Oh, it won't hurt!  It shouldn't.  Quite the reverse!  We'll bitch
him!" she said.  "That's what's needed."

"Ditch him?"  Kelly misheard.  Ditch him?  After all that work
making that bastard husband over into a second loving Janet, and so
close to success?  "No way!"

"That's right.  Bitch him!  We've agreed that's the way he'll have
to go sooner or later.  Once a woman, never again a man!  I guess
now it's sooner, not later!  Make him some man's bitch!  Then he
can hardly feel offended when you go off to play with some other
man, can he?"

"Oh, I see.  Yes.  I do want him to enjoy some of the things women
enjoy.  That I enjoy, so he'll understand.  A good stiff cock high 
up inside you, there's nothing like it!  But there are limits.  
I want Nick -- I mean Nicola -- I want her to be like Janet, 
remember, not some slut screwing anything in pants.  I want her to 
be a lesbian wholly devoted to me!  I don't want her mooning and 
daydreaming about the different men she's sleeping with!  Or thinking
about leaving me for one of them.  That's why I don't want her to 
have a vagina, remember?  I told you that way back, when you wanted to give him
one, because you thought castration was too good for him, that what
he deserved was to wake up from one of his tantrums one morning and
stare in horror at a full-scale pussy and an empty crotch, no cock,
no balls, and realize that for the rest of his life he'd be the one
who was fucked!  You remember, I disagreed, I wanted to bring him
along gradually, because if he had a pussy he might want to use
it, and then where would I be?"

"Of course I remember, Kelly.  I don't know which of us argued the
crueler choice, give him a cunt, or don't give him one.  You really
should think about it, Kelly.  I know you want the satisfaction of
knowing he has to be a girl without the main advantage of being a
girl, depriving him, that's the kind of triumph you can really 
cherish.  But think about the alternative!  Destroying his manhood 
utterly!  No cock, no balls, erasing him from the face of the earth
and making him all female, a slut obsessed with humping guys when 
he isn't busy sucking on your twat!  Think of that!  That's an 
even bigger triumph!"  

Kelly was silent a moment.  Then, "All right Rachel, I'll think about
it.  But I won't trick him into a vagina the way I'm tricking
him into everything else.  He'd have to decide on it himself.  
It would have to be his call.  Because anything else would really 
be cruel, and even though he's been a rotten husband he's a nice 
person now, and I do love him in some ways.  I mean, I love her!  
Anyhow, if she does it herself, I can have the satisfaction of 
telling her afterward that she did it herself, that she has no one 
to blame but herself if she isn't satisfied.  But I don't see it 
happening."

Rachel smiled, though Kelly couldn't see it.  "Kelly girl," she
said.  "Don't worry about it.  I see it happening.  Once again
you've brought your problem to the right place.  We'll get him some
breasts right away, and then we'll put a good stiff cock into his
ass next week just as soon as his breasts heal.  Let him have
a taste of what it's really like to be a woman.  Maybe even get him
hooked on it.  Then at the very least he'll have no way to raise
objections whenever you give him a taste of whatever you've been doing."

"All right.  We'll get Nicola some breasts, and then get her a man. 
But what man, Rachel?  Someone we can control, certainly, but she 
isn't ready for one of mine.  My guys would never screw a man
in a dress with a cock in his ass no matter how big his breasts
were.  I know your favorite daydream, that some day he'll suck off
all my men, prick by prick.  I even told Nicola about it.  But it
won't happen.  Not yet.  Some day, if they don't know who she once
was.  They'd like getting a blow job from a friend of mine,
because I don't give head myself and they all know it.  But not
yet."  

"Oh, honey, of course not with your guys, though believe me, there
are men who'd love to get close to a man like Nick just as
he is!  We could find him one of those.  Lots of gay men go
cruising for transsexual women, straight men too!  But it isn't
necessary.  I've got one already."  

Kelly grinned.  "Oh?"  It suddenly struck her.  "Do you mean Kevin?
Kevin's available?   For real?  You'd let him?  Have you talked it
over with him yet, Rachel?  Would he want to?"

"Honey, of course not!  But starting next week what he wants won't
matter!  Yes, I mean Kevin!  He's being punished again.  All next
week he's going to eat some of my pills and wear my clothes.  I
need to humiliate that male superiority of his again.  The bastard
actually flirted with one of my receptionists, can you imagine? 
She flipped a switch to let me know and I heard it all on the
intercom."

"Only flirted, Rachel?  Haven't you gone a little further than that
yourself now and then when it suited your fancy?  A lot further? 
As far as a girl can go?"

"What has that got to do with it?  That's me!  He doesn't know
anything about what I do!  He's my husband, and I do know about
him!  You know, as I think of it, the timing's perfect.  I meant to
blast his balls all next week with a T-Suppressant, so he couldn't
possibly get it up again for a month.  But now I think I'll do the
reverse.  Feed him Viagra all week, so he thinks it's his bra and
his panties and lipstick that're giving him his erections.  Then
after a week's stroll on the girly side I'll set him up
with Nick.  Let him earn his way back into boy clothes so he can get
back to his office.  Make him fuck a man, that's what I'll set
up for him!  Fuck a man with tits who lives like a woman!  Yes!  He
won't remember whether he's straight or crooked after that!  Let
them become lovers!  It would teach him to appreciate me more for
sure.  Unless of course he should find he actually is gay and
prefers Nick!  But that'd teach him too!  Either way it would keep
him too busy to get into much more of his usual kind of trouble."

Kelly smiled.  Sometimes Rachel was just too much.

"And there's a bonus, honey.  Kevin's very good with breasts.  Nick
will finish up glad that he has them, even if he doesn't finish up
glad that he has an asshole!"

"Oh. I like that, it's perfect!  But Rachel, remember, Nick is
Nicola now, not a man.  She's a woman, or anyhow she's a
woman-in-training.  Let's respect her for that.  Are you sure you
want Kevin to start an affair with a woman?  You can never tell
where that might go!"

"Oh Kelly, come on!  Do you really think ... well you probably do,
you don't want him to be a man ever again and who am I to
discourage you?   No problem, as long as they hump their heads off. 
Good, it's done!  Bring your girlfriend 'Nicola' by about four this
afternoon.  I have a colleague who does breasts, beautiful work --
I'll set him up with her for then.  I'll say this for Nick.  He
looked quite convincing when I saw him yesterday.  What's he like
today now that Betsy's really got him all tarted up?"

"As a matter of fact it's amazing, Rachel.  You'd never believe it. 
He has a cute hairdo and permanent make-up that needs no attention
at all and he looks gorgeous.  With sweet little hoop earrings. 
He's quite lovely.  She is, I mean.  Nicola.  Please, Rachel, call
her Nicola."

"Nicola?  Honey, I knew him when!  Only yesterday I hefted his
shriveled balls, remember?  And I'm the one who pumped his first
tank of girl-juice into him!  'Nicola'?  Well, all
right, Nicola, I know you're still hoping that nasty thing you
married will turn into a reincarnation of Janet.  Oh, one more
thing, can Nicola still do anything with ...ahhh ... her penis?  If
we're to get our two lovebirds real close I wouldn't mind
humiliating Kevin just that extra little bit, requiring that he
suck on Nicola's extra little bit."

"Maybe.  She still cums through a soft erection, if you can call it
that -- it's sort of pathetic.  More like drooling.  At least she 
still could a day or so ago.  So maybe Kevin could do something with
her.  But what I mainly want is for Kevin to fuck her hard, the way
I love getting fucked.  Up her rear, and the sooner the better.  So 
she can't possibly feel bad in the future whenever she sees I'm also
getting laid, or she happens to taste someone else's cum in me.  I
want her never to forget that she's also had a man's prick in her, 
and that she's also been filled with cum, so she won't feel bad that
I'm enjoying myself that way."

"You mean that you're enjoying yourself that way and she isn't?"

"No, she hasn't gotten to that stage yet.  She's sad because
she still wants to be the only man in my life, even though she knows
now that she isn't the only man, and that she isn't even a man.  
When she kisses me down below she feels conflicted." 

"Oh?"

"Yes.  Last night she tasted a man in me, and she recognized what it 
was because I'd already tricked her into tasting herself there.  
It upset her a little, she isn't used to the idea just yet.  And I 
do feel so sad when she's sad."  

"Honey, don't worry, I'll see to it that Nicola's ass is filled to 
the brim.  Next week it'll be Spunk City."

"Well, thank you Rachel.  You're a doll, I really appreciate it. I
don't know why you're so helpful.  See you at four."

"My pleasure!"  It is indeed, too, Rachel was thinking.  And she 
really doesn't know why!

As Kelly hung up she saw that Nick had come down.  He was clutching
his new pale blue wraparound closed with one hand while
trying to make coffee with the other.  He'd rolled his hair without
being told, she saw, and then showered -- he was still wearing the
flowered plastic hood that barely covered his rollers.  His face
was clear, his permanent blush just barely accenting his
cheekbones, his eyes large and dark, and his lips delicately tinted
Raspberry.  Kelly felt a surge of pride and love.  He's almost
perfect, she thought.  She is, I mean.  She's trying, she really
is!  Trying to please me.  Trying to make the best of what I've
done to her.  It comes to the same thing.
         
"We'll go out later this afternoon, honey, and we'll pick up
whatever dinner we feel like having after that.  No need to prepare
anything for the two of us for tonight.  That'll be your job from
now on, you know, now that you're a lady of leisure around the
house and I'm still a working woman.  But it won't be necessary
tonight."

"Working?"  Nick was puzzled.  "I thought you were taking a few
days off so we can have all the time we need to ... reach our
understandings."

How he's revised it!  Trying to back off!  Kelly was amused.  "No,
baby, we already have our understandings.  What you need now is
time to reconcile yourself to what we've agreed, to learn how to do
it.  To be the best woman you can be.  For example, right now you
need to sit up straight and close your thighs.  Whenever you're not
wearing slacks and you're sitting down, your knees need to be
touching, and keeping your ankles crossed is a good idea too.  
Shoulders back, always, you slouch like a teenage girl, and 
you're past that now.  And stir that spoon using only your fingers, 
not your whole hand and arm.  That's it!  Delicate and feminine, 
always!  Men love that!" 
 
Nick was puzzled by this last.  Men?  Was she needling him?  "I
thought what you wanted was for me to be Janet and sleep between
your legs!" he said quietly, in his moderated, tense "girl" voice. 
It came out lilting, almost like a croon.  "What difference does it
make what men think?  When they look at me they'll see a drag
queen."

Kelly was trying to prepare him to accept intimacies with Kevin, to
enjoy the rest of what women enjoy too, the feminine flirting and
the chance of a sexual conquest.  But Nick didn't know that.  So
she presented it as a matter of self-esteem.  "I don't think so,
Nicola.  You need to feel proud of yourself.  Believe in what you
are.  Feel attractive.  You don't want anyone to imagine that you
were once a man now, do you?  Well then, convince yourself you're
a woman and attractive to men.  I want you to go all the way, to
think and behave so feminine no one could possibly imagine you were
ever anything else."

"Go swish?"

"No, much more difficult.  Go natural and graceful.  Move nice and
easy.  Always tell yourself that you're lovely!  Finished with
breakfast?  School's open."

They went into the living room where a scant two days ago Nick had
agreed to try, and all morning Kelly trained him toward womanhood. 
How to be graceful and lovely while sitting, standing, holding
himself, reaching for things.  How to manage his handbag and adjust
his skirt.  When to drape his fingers, and when to curl them.  How
to look deep into the eyes of anyone who spoke to him, and to
question, not assert, when disagreeing.  How to say "I'd like," or
"Might I have" instead of a brute male "I want" or "Give me," so
women could feel generous and men privileged when they provided
whatever was wanted.  "Of course whenever you accept anything from
a woman, smile and nod gratefully," Kelly told him.  "Because women
understand and try to be generous with each other.  But whenever
you accept anything from a man, whether you smile or not be
prepared to give him something in return.  And you already know
what most men will want in return.  Sometimes you'll have to kiss
them.  Get used to the idea!" 

Whenever he couldn't quite find the most elegant posture, the
daintiest position of repose, the gentlest tones of voice, Kelly
urged him to let his inner girl take over his body.  "You already
look sweetly feminine," she said.  "Let yourself feel fulfilled
because you know you're loved, because you want to nurse and
nurture others into that same feeling, because your heart is full
of love for them.  Let yourself go all limp and deliciously dreamy,
and let that feeling take over.  Can you do that?"

Oddly, Nick realized, he could, in a way.  "Yes," he replied as
tenderly as he could.

Kelly looked mildly into his eyes, but never wavered.  "No, don't
look away.  Look at me.  Tell me, with feeling, that you want to be
the loveliest woman you can be.  That you'll really try."

"I want to be the loveliest woman I can be, Kelly.  I really will
try!"  

Kelly made him repeat it several times because she thought he
didn't sound sincere.  The fourth time or so, Nick surprised
himself when he realized that he was genuinely and sincerely saying
it.

end 7/10
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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