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From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern)
Subject: {ASSM} Shy by Vickie Tern 3/6 TG Femdom
Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2003 21:10:03 -0400
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Shy by Vickie Tern TG Femdom 3/6

Don't read this if you shouldn't or you don't want to.  Do if you
do.  I'd appreciate knowing what you think (VickieTern@aol.com).





                                iii.

I decided to get started right away, see what we had to deal with,
change his life right away and rescue him from all those
orientation lectures they give Freshmen, before they give him the
wrong ideas about life at Webster College.  So we made a quick
plan, and I was on my way.             

I found him sitting by himself in the back of a dorm lounge with
about fifty other freshmen.  An Assistant Dean was telling them
about special student services, health, psychiatric, how to study,
garbage like that.  Same lounge, same talk I remembered from when
I came in as a Freshman.  As if no one knew how to read the
catalogue or if driven to it, how to ask a resident adviser or a
Senior, someone who really knows how things work.  Boring?  

Even when I was a Freshman it was boring.  But I remember, I looked
around and right off I found a cute guy -- what was his name,
Jerry? -- and I joked with him a little, and smiled at him a lot,
and whispered a little suggestion, and in no time he on his knees
between my legs under my long skirt licking my cunt, while the Dean
droned on and on.  I clamped his head tight between my thighs. 
That's how I do -- it feels better that way each time I orgasm, you
know, and also he can't move, so he's there for as long as I want
him there.  Also, with my thighs covering his ears he can't hear a
thing, not even all the noise everyone makes when the session ends. 
So he kept at it the whole time.  Everyone leaving looked down at
this massive lump under my skirt with the Nikes sticking out from
it, and some of them asked me if I knew who it was, and whether
they could borrow him when I was done with him.  

Mostly girls asked, but some boys too.  I told the boys sure, I
could fix it so he'd do them too.  But here's how, I told them. 
The first time he'd have to be blindfolded and expect to feel a
cunt on his tongue when the head of a cock came into his mouth
instead.  Then they'd have to show no mercy, they'd have to hold
him there tight until he'd swallowed a few different loads of cum,
so he'd get used to it, know it wasn't as bad as he'd thought it
might be, and anyhow it was a done deal, no big deal, life goes on. 
And meanwhile take pictures of the whole thing, and then let him
know how easy it is to hack into the "Student Life" pages of the
college informational URL and post the pictures there so high
school applicants can see how getting your cock sucked by this guy
is one of the advantages of attending Webster.  Then when that
sinks in, bring on one more cock for him to suck entirely on his
own, his decision, voluntarily, because he wants to.  I told them
he'd look over the situation and figure finally, hey, what the
hell, so I'm already a cock sucker, so that's what I do, so what? 
And then he'd suck or lick whatever was put in front of him.

I wasn't far wrong.  When I let him loose finally he went away with
some of the boys who'd hung around waiting.  He was a Freshman, and
they promised to pledge him to a frat.  And they did.  In fact
after that night Jerry got to be very popular, in big demand for
cuntlapping and cocksucking both.  The most exclusive fraternity on
campus -- Kappa Delta -- bid for him and won him when they realized
that with him as a brother they'd get not only an experienced
in-residence cock sucker to use whenever they wanted, they'd also
get this terrific extra attraction for girls they invited to their
parties and dances and things.  His tongue got to be dynamite! 
Talk about orgasmic explosions?  Kappa Delt's sister sorority
wanted to pledge him as their mascot, but the Hellenic Council
wouldn't allow it.  Eventually it was understood that if a girl
wanted to use his mouth she had to fuck a Kappa Delt first.  Some
Saturday nights there was a line outside the frat house!

Jerry realized that I'd done him a favor, and made himself
available to me any time.  I always leave my guys well-satisfied! 
I still call on him now and then.

So anyhow, up front this Dean was droning about how to study while
I stood behind Don and looked him over.  Soon to be Dawn.  Real
thin, a small nose and an underslung chin.  A nobody, small chins
lack character if you're a boy, that's what my mother once told me
about guys like him.  So do small noses.  But they're great on
girls -- girls I guess don't need character.  He also had long
blonde hair.  Lots to work with!  Potentially a doll!   But can you
believe it, while the Dean talked and talked he was actually taking
notes!

I came close and put my hands on his shoulders.  "All this stuff is
in the Freshman Handbook, you know that, Don?" I said.  "This
lecture is only for the incoming Frosh who don't know how to read."

He heard my voice and recognized it, and his face got bright red
with embarrassment, and he tried to stand up and turn around.  But
all he managed to do was fold himself into his own folding chair. 
When he pulled himself out he just stood there, shrunk into himself
and looking down as always.

"J-Jennifer," he finally managed to come up with after much
stuttering.  "My mother told me you'd be c-coming by to look me up. 
I'm pleased to see you."

Pleased to see a cousin?  I hid my disbelief and went directly to
an Elvira-style bottom line.  "Come on, Don!" I said.  "This way! 
Now!" 

He did, without speaking even another word.  I didn't even look
back to see if he was following.  I knew he was following.  Habit
of command is what a guy in the ROTC called it when I wouldn't
unwrap my legs from around his waist until he'd gotten hard and
ready to fuck me yet again, and we were just lying around and
talking while waiting, and I told him to tell me his life story. 
It works on lots of guys, that tone of voice.  When finally his
cock got stiff and we'd fucked again and we were done, I got him
down on his knees and commanded him to suck all his cum out of me
and off my ass and everywhere else and take it all home with him
inside his belly, back where it came from, nearly.  And he did that
too!  So I knew Don was right behind me.

When we got back to our suite, by pre-arrangement only Sally was
there, her hair already loose.  Sally would relieve him of his
virginity this very night, we'd agreed ... he had to be a virgin. 
Then he'd be pliable, grateful, as easily trained and manipulated
as a puppy dog.  Guys do have this special thing about the first
girl who's willing to fuck them.  It's as if they were giving them
their manhood.  Besides, Sally always seems ethereally virginal
herself, at least until her first few orgasms warm her up -- then
she becomes a voracious animal who can't ever get enough, certainly
not from any one guy at a time!  So she was just the right girl to
debauch an innocent like Don and then make him doubt his ability to
become much of a man.  I introduced them.  

Sally took his hand and breathed "How wonderful!" at him as if he
were a teen rock star.  She gazed helplessly into his eyes. 
"Jenny's cousin!  You look so much like her!  So very pretty!"  I'd
forgotten to explain to Sally that we weren't blood relations --
his father and my aunt were related only by a second marriage.  Don
gargled something and of course tried to creep under the carpet,
but he couldn't because she wouldn't let go his hand.  She led him
deftly into our suite man trap, a couch so low and soft that once
in it, the only way a boy can ever get out is by rolling onto the
floor and then getting on his knees.  Some did, and if they did
then it was easy, there are things you can do with boys who are
already on their knees.  But most boys can't bear to seem that
helpless in front of a girl, especially on a first date.  So once
in the man trap they usually stay in.  Sally folded herself in on
top of him, and wriggled, and told him that his eyes were marvelous
dark pools, that she just couldn't look away. 
                  
Watching Sally work a guy was always fun, but even so I went off to
the bookcase where we keep our liquor to fix Don a Waylayer. 
That's the drink we use to soften up dates when they come calling
-- half a tumbler of vodka laced with Southern Comfort, splash of
Coke, and a Prozac.  I melted in two birth control pills too, so
even though he didn't know it he'd be authentic right from the
start, the same estrogen and progestins and things flowing through
his veins as ours.  For his complexion sure, like Maureen said, but
also to get him started on his new boobs, because a girl can't get
very far anywhere without boobs for a guy to play with.  

But mainly because I wasn't altogether comfortable about this, and
it helped if I could think that I wasn't betraying a boy cousin who
meant nothing to me, I was helping out a girl cousin who was one of
my suite mates.  "Here, Don," I said, handing it to him.  "Welcome
to the Sextette!"  He had no idea what I meant, but he wanly smiled
his thanks.  I handed Sally her usual diet coke.  She took it with
her right hand -- her left was already somewhere in Don's crotch.

He sipped his Waylayer while Sally cuddled against him and asked
him the usual stuff about his major, his classes, his parents, what
kind of groups he listened to, whether he had many girlfriends. 
You know.   And kept accidentally rubbing his crotch -- with her
hands, her boobs, her own crotch, whatever she could get near to
it, all the while he tried not to notice.  In no time at all his
boner was obvious enough.  Not too bad a piece of meat, I thought
when I saw the bulge in his pants, large and still growing. 
Sally's lucked out, I thought.  Then I brought him a second
Waylayer fixed the same way, so now that was two Prozacs and four
birth control pills.  Sally'd have no problem.  He'd be zonked
tonight and inspecting his new zits tomorrow, boobs soon to follow. 
 

When Sally questioned him about his roommate we hit pay dirt.  It
turns out the roommate he was assigned was a bruiser twice his size
who'd already taken over all of their closet space.  Don confessed
that he was afraid to ask for his share, so he hadn't even unpacked
yet.  Terrific!  That was as good an opening as any.  

"Great!  It's settled!  You'll stay here then!" I said.  "Until you
can change rooms or your roommate, and that won't happen till the
end of the semester chances are.  My mother'll be delighted to hear
you live nearby.  Yours too.  They asked me to look out for you."

Don looked surprised and troubled, trying to pay attention to what
I was saying while Sally's fingers were still idly stroking his
lap.  "Can you do that?" he asked.  He looked a little zonked -- no
wonder!  Then the words tumbled out.  "This is a girls' suite,
isn't it?  I mean, can boys ... ?"  He looked around a little
wildly, as if seeking confirmation.

Sally put her hand on his arm.  They'd nearly disappeared into the
man trap's soft upholstery.  "What a wonderful, wonderful idea! 
Yes, it's a girl's suite, Don.  But we all stretch the rules a
little.  You'll need to stretch a little too, but I'm sure we can
fix it so no one will ever know there's a problem, because there
won't be one.  There's lots of room here!"  She was now cocooned up
so tight against him that I doubted he could breathe, and I could
see from how her ass moved that she was wriggling her crotch
against his cock big time!  "You'll love it here, Don!  Oh, I'm so
glad!"

And she gave him a huge, wet, friendly kiss full on the mouth. 
Probably his first ever from a girl.  I couldn't see what he was
doing because Sally's face blocked my view as she rolled over onto
him and they both sank all the way down into the couch's recesses. 
So I left Sally to do what she does best and I went to my room.

When I woke up the next morning there was Don sitting at the foot
of my bed, wearing only a T-Shirt and sure enough, a pair of
Sally's panties.  His panties now, was my first thought, so there's
one less pair I'll need to lend him until he can buy his own.  I
checked out his package, fully visible under the thin nylon and
lace.  There was indeed a lot there.  In fact he was enormous! 
What's the matter with girls in high school these days? was my
first thought.  They want it the show of it, they want it brought
to them on a platter by some team captain or strutting stud?  They
get off on who they're fucking, not what?  And the whole time just
around the corner there's this prize hanging back unseen because
even its owner doesn't know its true value?  I'd want a piece of
that myself, I was thinking, except for his being my cousin, sort
of, family, so to speak.  But I'd better stay neutral.

Don looked fretful to the point of tears.  "Jennifer," he said when
he saw my eyes were open.  "I ... I think I'm in trouble."

"How so?" I checked my watch.  Past eight.  Early, but not too
early.  I looked him over.  Today a new girl comes into existence,
I was thinking.  Awesome!  But first, let's see what prep work
Sally did last night.

"I think maybe I'm engaged.  I'm not ready for that!  My mother
will kill me."

I had no idea what line Sally'd been handing him, or if this was
his own lunacy, so I just said, "Oh?"

"She wants us to be roommates."

"Your mother does?"

"Sally does."

"So?  What's wrong with that?"

He didn't seem to hear me.  He just sat there staring at the spot
on my rug where all of the sperm had landed from the suite's First
Annual Speed Jerk Off Contest.  There was still discoloration where
some had soaked in before Elvira's Sub-of-the-Week could get at it
to lick it up.  I prompted him again.  "We don't get engaged to our
roommates," I observed.  "Not usually.  I love your hair, though! 
What'd did you do to it?"

I saw perfectly well what he'd done, or Sally'd done.  She'd given
him a permanent.  Every strand was up in tight twists and
girly-girly curls.  It would take setting with some fairly large
rollers to straighten it, and with that much body curl his hair
would frame his whole head, gloriously bouffant.  Then with his
next shampoo it'd revert to cute girl curls he could wear when he
didn't feel like setting it.  He was committed -- he already looked
feminine.  Not much beard, I'd have more hairs myself if I didn't
tweeze them.   A little lipstick and there'd be no mistaking him
for a boy.  This would be a piece of cake!

"I didn't do anything to my hair," he said, smiling weakly, a
little embarrassed.  "Sally did it."  Well, duh!  "I'm glad you
like it, I worried it might be too much ah ... like a girl's.  But
Sally says it's beautiful, it's just right for me, and girls know
what's attractive, so I shouldn't give it another thought.  I'll
tell you how she did it if you want to know.  But first, I need
help!  He'll kill me when he hears about this!"

"Who'll kill you?"  This sounded like one of Sally's wilder setups.
Did she hand him her "Mafia Princess" story, tell him that she's
the daughter of a Capo?  She'd used that one once to discourage a
guy from trying to bed her down a second time when she hadn't yet
gotten around to the rest of his fraternity brothers.  And she
overdid it a little, if you ask me.  It was careless and
self-defeating.  He told his other brothers, and from that point on
they were afraid to date her.  So she never did get around to them. 
Eventually it sank in on the guy that he was already in really
serious trouble, a dead man if the word got back to her father that
he'd had sex with her.  He got so scared he transferred to another
school.

"Her father.  He wants her to stay pure at least until she's
engaged.  He believes in commitment."  He paused, embarrassed but
a little proud, too.  And sheepish.  A  moment went by.  Then he
blurted out "Jennifer!"  

He was about to make a momentous confession, I could tell.  That
he'd taken Sally's cherry?  Jesus!  He'd found it, after all the
other guys who'd gone looking for it had failed?  Talk about the
finding the lost continent of Atlantis!  

"What, Don!" I said, trying to sound alarmed and concerned, really
and truly and seriously.  

Meanwhile my mind was moving on.  Of course!  Sally was covering
her bets.  Any time he wasn't persuaded he should look and act like
a girl so he could live with us and sleep with Sally every night,
he'd have the extra reason that he had to hide from Sally's father. 
Her father would look for a boy when he was hunting down the
villain who'd despoiled his daughter!  She'd invented a morally
upright if also murderous father for herself!  

What a joke!  Sally's real father'd divorced her mother a year
after she was born, because after she gave birth Sally's mother
wanted bigger and bigger cocks to help fill up her stretched out
vagina, and she'd gone out and found them.  Sally'd grown up
watching her mother attract and use men and then discard them,
every month a different man, always as a modest and chaste maiden
as the relationship began, always as a man-eating tiger as the
relationship peaked.  She'd learned that tactic at her mother's
knee.

"Sally isn't pure any more.  He father will kill me!"  

"No, I don't suppose she is," I said.  "Did you like fucking her?"

Don was shocked.  But also he blushed deeply.  "I didn't fuck her! 
She fucked me!"

I waited.  If Einstein had overheard that distinction, he'd have
waited too.

"I mean I didn't get on top of her because I didn't want to make a
baby with her.  But suddenly there I was, my thing was all warm and
wet and deep inside her, surrounded, you know?  She was on top of
me, pushing herself up and down on me over and over and I just
couldn't help myself!  I mean I kept trying to pull it out of her
but each time she lunged down and it slipped in further, and
snugged up even deeper.  It felt so great!  Then she tried to pull
herself off me, I could tell, but she couldn't get high enough, and
she kept sliding back onto me despite her best intentions and that
felt even greater until I felt myself rise way up into her, I
couldn't help it, and it was too late, and the next thing I knew
she was slippery wet and I was soft and had flopped out."  

"So how is that your fault?  You didn't fuck her!"

"No, I guess not.  But then she told me she wasn't a virgin any
more.  She wasn't pure."

"No, I don't suppose she is."

"Not with what we did next either.  What we did next is
embarrassing.  She told me that now women are liberated and need to
protect their equal rights.  So she climbed up on my back and put
something big and stiff and soft and slippery into my rear end and
she moved that in and out too, and after a while that felt ...
well, really wonderful too.  Really great!  That was fucking,
wasn't it?  She was fucking me again?  She said she'd wet it with
the juices she still had inside her, mine and hers, that she just
knew I'd love it, feeling her push my sperm deep into my own ass. 
I ... well, I rose up and squirted again, and when I licked it off
the sheets the way she told me to do, it didn't taste bad at all."

This guy was a born cream pie eater.  Not only that, he'd passed
the entrance exam for Sally's apprentice faggot training program,
and he didn't even know it!  

"Yes, that was fucking too, Don.  That was Sally fucking you over. 
Did Sally have an orgasm too?"  

He looked ashamed.  "Yes.  She said she would and she did.  Toward
the end I felt real good that it made her feel so good!"

"Anything else happen between you?"

"She put my thing in her mouth and sucked on it and licked it. 
That was amazing!  I spurted then too!  Oh it was glorious!"

"And meanwhile you sucked and licked her thing?"

"That's what she wanted.  Fair's fair, she told me.  She sucks on
my cock and I suck on hers.  Sixty-nine she called it.  I bobbed my
head up and down on it real fast, the way she wanted, and she
moaned and then got all tense, just like before."

I bet.  It figured.  So this was what the Equal Rights Amendment
had been all about?

"Then she decided to fix my hair.  She told me I was her perfect
lover, so I should look as perfect on the outside as I'd felt
inside her, and my hair was a little too loose for what she had in
mind.  And that was why she was rolling my hair up on those little
plastic clips."  

I waited.

"She told me I had to make her pure again.  She wanted me to play
lickety split.  While my hair was all rolled up out of the way and
had stuff on it."

"What?"  This was new!

"Lickety split.  She taught me.  You know how girls have that split
between their legs?  Where I'd already put my you-know-what?  Yes,
of course you know.  Well, I'd squirted into hers.  So the thing
was, I should sleep between Sally's legs, and whenever she woke up
and squeezed my head with her thighs I'd lick her split until she
moaned out loud, and then I could go back to sleep.  She wanted me
to lick up all the juices that were dribbling out of her so she
could be pure again.  Also, so I'd get to like them.  Also, because
it made her feel good, and that would make me feel good.  All
night.  Then we can sleep together all the time, she told me,
whenever she gets home from a date, even a date with somebody else. 
'Sometimes there's quite a lot dribbling down there,' she said. 
'That's how I am!  But I like to feel pure, and you can help."  

"So that's what you did?"  He nodded.  I waited.  

"She kept waking up.  A buzzer would go off for her to change the
different liquids on my hair.  It wasn't so bad.  There wasn't that
much to clean out of her, but she wanted me to lick her anyhow.  I
made her moan lots more often than she made me."

"It was a contest?  So last night how many times did you ... 'rise
up' was how you put it?  'Spurt'?"

"Maybe four times.  Once when she was bouncing on me and my thing
was inside her.  And once with her mouth on my thing, and that was
delicious, a lot like being inside her split.  All warm and wet. 
Then when that big rubber thing was slipping in and out of ...
ahhh... my backside.  And then this morning when her fingers were
in me. 'We want to keep it nice and open' she said.  'Like mine.'"

I waited.  Then I asked, "So how did all this feel?  Nice?"

"The whole business with my rear end felt really strange!  I
thought it would hurt, and it did at first, but after a little
while it felt just wonderful, and then ... oh God it was like when
I pull on my thing myself!  With her fingers in me even better!  I
... well...!"

I nodded my head to let him know I'd heard about such things and
understood them.  Sally knew how to stroke a boy's prostate to
orgasm from inside his asshole better than any urologist could ever
imagine.  When we asked her how she did it she couldn't exactly
explain.  So Elvira brought in a sub who was addicted to fisting,
with an asshole as wide open as the mouth of a cave, and Sally gave
us a demonstration while we could all see all the way in.  Slip a
finger in about three inches -- careful of your fingernails --
wiggle it a little while pressing in the right place, and a boy
will spout like a fountain.

"Anything else?" I asked.  Sally'd made good use of only one short
night, I had to admire her perseverance.

"It's sort of personal."  He hesitated again.  "Breasts.  Sally
asked me to suck on one of hers.  It was nice, I filled my whole
mouth with it.  She said she wanted to get a mouthful of one of my
breasts too.   She asked me if I wanted her to suck on me the same
way.  Of course I said yes, so she did.  But I don't have a breast
like hers, I mean, I'm not a girl, so I felt bad I disappointed
her.  She couldn't get a mouthful.  I told her that, and she told
me not to worry, I could be an honorary girl meanwhile.  Do you
know what she meant?" 

"Yes.  Don't worry about it."

Leave it to Sally.  Don was now practically her sex toy, ready to
become anything she asked of him, and in only one night.  "So her
father thinks she shouldn't play lickety split until she's engaged? 
Is that it?"

"No, lickety split is all right.  He thinks she shouldn't sleep
with boys until she's married, because then she won't be pure,
that's what she told me.  And I did sleep with her.  All night. 
Except when she woke me up to lick her split.  And she wants me to
sleep with her and lick her every night so she'll always be pure. 
But if he finds out I'm sleeping with her he'll think she isn't
pure, and he'll kill me maybe."

"Did she mention how we can keep him from ever finding out?"  

"She said you'd know."

I paused, trying to look grave while wondering whether to offer him
my stretch jeans or a long cotton skirt to go with the lacy-neck
blouse I'd already decided would be perfect for his ID photo. 
Quarter crew socks and flats for now.  Will there be time to get
his ears pierced?  Better not push it.  Beth still had some clip
earrings in the back of her jewelry case -- she'd thought getting
pierced was barbaric until only last Spring, when she and Ziggy got
tiddly and both got their ears done, so they could wear his and
hers ear-rings.  Later we talked Ziggy into putting a ring in his
cock head too, as a surprise token of his love for her.  She was
annoyed at first, but now she leads him around by it sometimes.  On
a little leash he bought her.  Ziggy's coming along just fine.  

Finally I spoke, slowly and solemnly.  "She's right, Don.  I do
know.  And it's just as well.  But let me understand you.  You want
to live here with us for a while, that's what you've already
decided, right?  You'd rather sleep with Sally than with that
roommate they assigned you, right?"

Don just stared at me.  Even he knew my questions were foolish.

"Well, how about this?  You sleep with Sally every night, and play
lickety split and rise up inside her nice warm split, and lick up
all sorts of dribbles and squirts from it, and she puts her fingers
and other things inside you, every night, and her father will never
know."

He looked eager and grateful. I went on.  "Neither will the
college.  There's a rule against guys spending the night in girls'
suites, you know.  But we can stretch it for you if you're willing
to stretch yourself a little.  Because there's a way you can live
here in plain sight and no one will ever suspect what's happening. 
So no one will think to tell Sally's father or the college
authorities anything.  How would you like that?"

end Shy 3/6
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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