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{ASSM} Threesome Part 6/13, by Vickie Tern. M/f, F/m, F/F, femdom, etc.
The sex scenes in this story are raw, cooked, scrambled, and coddled.
No violence or force, but that doesn't necessarily mean the
characters are always nice to each other.
This is a fiction. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead
is purely coincidental. It may not remain that way of course -- life
sometimes imitates art.
If you aren't old enough to read this lawfully, wait. If it's
worth reading it'll still be around. If not, no great loss. Of
course I hope it will still be worth reading, and will appreciate
anyone letting me know what they think: VickieTern@aol.com.
(c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be copied to any free archive.
Threesome 6/13
by Vickie Tern
At first I was depressed, but as I thought about it my heart began
to glow. I was still her sweetheart! She loves me all the more
now! I found that I was humming that "West Side Story" song "I
feel pretty" to myself. It was all I had left. I checked my face
in a hall mirror as I carried in the first course. My make-up was
still perfect. It really was cock-proof, just as Francesca had
said, and kiss-proof too. I did feel pretty!
That night well after midnight I was surprised to wake up to see
Miss Elaine standing by my bed, looking down on me. I said
nothing, but she must have seen by gleams of reflected light in my
eyes that they were open, because she leaned over and pulled back
the covers and whispered, "Joey, my lovely Joy, we've been married
a long time, husband and wife, and now that's all changing. Roll
over onto your back and pull that pretty nighty up past your hips,
because tonight I want you to know exactly how I feel."
I did as she asked, an instant erection mounting high skyward it
seemed to me, though I suppose not high enough for her, from what
she'd told me earlier. In what seemed like one movement she leaned
over and then mounted me, knees on either side, sinking my cock
deep into her. She was already so slippery I could scarcely feel
her wet warmth, but soon she begin to rotate her hips, and to rise
and fall and rise again over me, and I began to feel that wonderful
pressure building in my groin.
"This is how I feel," she said, rotating her pelvis into the most
delicious bump and grind rhythm imaginable. I was near fainting.
"You've been such a wonderful husband! Putting my desires so far
ahead of your own that you're willing to alter your own altogether.
Would any other man volunteer to become a woman in order to keep
his wife? Would any other man be willing to share her with another
woman, and hear that he's also been sharing her with other men the
whole time? My knight in shining armor! Soon to become my darling
Faery Queen! You are so very special, sweetheart, and I do love
you! Remember that during the next few weeks. It may not be
easy!"
She corkscrewed her pussy down onto my cock, over and over, now
with a special intensity. I could tell from old experience she was
nearly orgasmic. Around and up and down again even more
passionately. I thrust up hard into her and then suddenly felt
myself pass the point of no return! Bliss! Extended, succulent,
sweet bliss! Stretching on, soaked in honey, squeezed way up into
her! Higher bliss! On and on it went. Tight, joyous joy! Joy!
Then finally, release! Pulsing, delicious squirting my heavenly
juices high up into her innermost santum, throb after throb, just
as she herself tensed excruciatingly and then herself spasmed over
and over on me, her pussy squeezing and milking me. She began to
keen, opening her throat into a moaning wail with each outgoing
breath. Then she collapsed on my chest.
I caught my breath and said, "Well!" I was about to say something
more, affectionate and reassuring, but her hand felt for my face
and then settled over my mouth.
"No, darling!" She waited, to recover for another moment from the
orgasm we'd just shared, the greatest of our married life! "Don't
say anything! Wasn't that tremendous? I'm so happy for you! I
wanted you to remember exactly how I feel, how my pussy feels when
your prick is sliding inside it. Because when you go to Miss
Caroline's things will change. Becky tells me that after Miss
Caroline's many men can't ever again get engorged hard enough to
penetrate a pussy. Their cocks become cute little boneless
finger-sized clits. Now, that can be fun too. But it means that
this may well be your prick's farewell to my pussy. So I wanted
you to know one last time how I feel when I'm snug all around you!
I wanted one last fuck for myself too! To remember you by!"
My penis shrank as she spoke, and then flopped out to lie flaccid
on my belly under her leaking crotch. No more erections? "But it
won't be your mouth's farewell to my pussy, my new Joy! By no
means! I was thinking, some of your stomach's upset over Gary's
semen may have been from the idea of it, the idea of swallowing
such rich fluid. You've never tasted cum before, have you? Well,
now you can drink up all of that delicious juice you've just put
into me. Your tongue and my clit and my slit are going to become
old friends once you're my live-in girlfriend. No matter whose cum
is oozing out of me when I come home, I'll always want to share it
with you. Because we're married, and I really do want to share
everything in my life with you!"
In another single swift movement she rotated her whole body around
and knelt with her legs on my pillow, straddling my head and
looking down at my shiny, now-shriveled cock. She planted her
knees on my shoulders, and clamped my head between her calves, and
I found I couldn't budge my head! Then her haunches slowly lowered
onto my face, and she buried my nose in her dripping slit. I began
to suffocate! But then slowly she thrust her groin forward, then
backward over my face, bumping and grinding again, wiping her pussy
slit across my nose, back and forth, so my nose rubbed from her
clit to her asshole. "Suck, sweetheart!" I heard her say from
somewhere above me. "Suck my fuckhole! It's your fuckhole too!
Do it!"
I did it, gulping air and cum whenever I could. Fermy, salty,
pissy, viscous glops of our fluids rolled onto my tongue, and I
swallowed it to keep it from clogging my nostrils. Her wiping grew
more vigorous, and she called out for me to suck her harder,
harder! A few times my nose pushed deep, deep into her anus, then
slipped out and down to tweak her clit, then back in again, even
deeper! Suddenly I heard a muffled series of cries like "Ooof!
Oooof!" as her whole rear end stiffened and bore down on my head,
cramming my skull into the mattress and then holding it there,
fixed, interminably. She seemed to be paralyzed. Then suddenly
she relaxed, and then gout after gout of a thick tapioca of slick,
hot, coagulated cum squeezed out of her cunt, spasm after spasm,
into my open mouth. My Elaine had orgasmed! She lifted her hips
and shifted her knees off my shoulders. I swallowed down the last
of of her cunt's fluids and breathed free again.
"That was just beautiful!" she said, herself still a little
breathless. "Just beautiful, darling! See, cum is wonderful after
all! Now kiss your mistress goodbye."
I waited. But she didn't move, and I finally realized what she
wanted. I lifted my head as high as I could and pushed my face
back between her legs . My lips contacted her distended lower
lips, her swollen labia now dripping with my saliva instead of my
sperm and her juices. They were my whole world! I kissed them
delicately. Then passionately. Then fiercely! She waited until
my frenzy of obeisance died down.
"So sweet you are," she said. "And it'll be so much more fun when
you come back to us. You'll know so much more, Becky tells me,
about so many more things. Now kiss me again, and thank me for
tonight."
I kissed her slit again, and said "Thank you, Miss Elaine."
"You're very welcome, dear. Now sleep tight. Enjoy the taste of
all that delicious sperm in your mouth and tummy. I told you your
problem with Gary's cum was mostly in your head. You'll love it
next time, I'll bet. You just needed gentle treatment, and a
chance to appreciate it when people offer you their most intimate
body fluids as a gift."
As she reached the door to my room she looked back. Dawn dimly lit
the room. "Francesca was right," she said seriously. "Your
make-up really is pussy-proof! Not at all smeared. You're really
not much of a man at all any more, honey. But you're certainly the
prettiest you've ever been. In a way I'm going to miss my hubby.
But I suspect you'll soon help me forget him."
v.
The next morning I dressed simply in clothes Miss Elaine provided
-- bra and panties, skirt and blouse, a button down sweater worn
open, and pennyloafers. I saw in the mirror that I had no need for
makeup -- my huge eyes and pouty lips were as expressive as ever.
After the previous day, and especially after last night, I felt a
little apprehensive. My self-assurance had retreated to a new
defensive position. Until two days ago it had been based on my
ability to take charge and arrange things. I'd play along, and
when I saw an opening, break loose and take my wife with me. But
with this happening my life was utterly out of control. I felt the
beginnings of a new desire, a need to please, to placate, to seek
approval and hope for the best. To submit to the women who were in
fact in control of my life. To try to become one of them, if
that's what they wanted, if I could prove worthy. There lay my
safety. If my Miss Elaine could feed me my own sperm lovingly from
her vagina, and then ask me to thank her by kissing her tumescent
cunt lips, I had to be prepared for anything, and prepared also to
feel grateful when it came.
Rebecca came into the kitchen while I was setting out dishes for
breakfast, carrying a little case. She seemed strangely subdued,
almost able to say something friendly to me. "I've got two shots
for you this morning, Joy. Between them, you'll probably find
you're impotent, but don't let it worry you -- in fact one of them
is to keep you from worrying about anything."
She injected me, and I just watched. There was nothing I could do
about it. Here comes womanhood, I thought.
"Don't bother to shave today or tomorrow," she said. "Miss
Caroline will want to give you full facial and body lasers, and
they'll need a bit of stubble to help them find the roots. I'll
confirm by this evening whether or not you go tomorrow morning."
She grinned for a moment. "Since your beard will be visible today,
maybe for the last time, stay home and practice being a housemaid.
Do the laundry, make the beds, and so on. Show how useful you'll be
when you're our live-in maid. Once you're properly respectful, and
once you accept your place without resentment, I won't mind you and
Miss Elaine now and then doing whatever you'll be able to do by
then."
Miss Elaine came down and I placed her usual breakfast before her
without a word. She saw the empty syringe kit on the kitchen
counter, glanced at me with a slight smile, glanced at Miss
Rebecca, but said nothing. She and Miss Rebecca then began chatting
about their work for the day, in low tones, as if already
accustomed live-in friends, paying me no attention at all. I was
already their servant girl. As she left the house. Miss Elaine
paused to instruct me to practice fixing my hair, and to wear
enough make-up to look decent if someone came to the door. She
told me that before they returned I should change to the brown
housemaid's dress and apron I'd find in my closet. I'd wear it
whenever waiting on them, to remind me that I was not an equal
partner in the household.
"Yes, Miss Elaine," I said after each order. Miss Rebecca looked
up and suggested I curtsy when I was acknowledging formal
instruction. She stood, and without taking her eyes off me
demonstrated the leg movement, the dip and bow with arms spread.
Then watched me do it.
"But you'll keep your eyes downcast when you curtsy, Joy.
Modestly. Always. If we come home with a guest, even if we take
that guest into our bedroom, you should not appear to know or care
whether that guest is a man or a woman. You will never look
directly at any of us. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss Rebecca," I said, curtsying while examining the floor in
front of me. "I understand!"
"I'm sure you do," Miss Rebecca replied. "Because this is what you
asked for, isn't it? It's exactly what you want?"
"Yes, ma'am," I replied. It still seemed better than living here
with the two of them making plans to move out and leave me alone in
an empty house and an abandoned marriage. Or with me planning to
move out. A would-be woman is what the world now thinks I am, I
realized. I can't be anything else. I can't go anywhere else.
Maybe I can still have some of my former Ellie.
She smiled and soon after, left. I spent the day making beds and
doing other cleanup housework, trying to accustom myself to my new
station in life. Trying to imagine myself a woman. The kind of
woman I could imagine myself, anyhow. It was comforting, in a way.
Easy. I felt serene. My main responsibility was to be neat and
subservient. That afternoon I planned and began to fix dinner, and
then just before my Ladies were due to return I changed to my
housemaid's uniform. To be respectful and submissive while by
myself wasn't too difficult. It was reassuring! And meanwhile I
could wait for an edge, an advantage I could exploit!
That evening when Miss Rebecca came home she told me I'd be leaving
for Miss Caroline's the next morning, and then asked about any
erections (there had been none). I served her and Miss Elaine
dinner without a word, and I overheard them discussing whether it
might be a good idea to send me to culinary school once I returned
from Miss Caroline's. They seemed to think I had talent that way.
"Maybe he should go to hairdresser's school too," Miss Rebecca
said, her voice loud enough for me to hear easily. "So he can mix
with the other faggots. Then when he isn't busy sucking them off
he could learn how to make you look more desireable to real men!"
"That's wicked!" Miss Elaine replied, delighted. "But crocheting,
embroidery, petit-point, any kind of needlework, those are all arts
Joy would find fascinating, I should think! They'd help keep his
mind focussed on small things, so he doesn't brood over the larger
implications of what's happening to him."
"Oh, I want him to know what's happening to him," Miss Rebecca
replied. "And when he's completely feminized, I'll want him to
know everything! When there's no turning back."
"Everything!" Miss Elaine sounded amused. "Becky, you really are
wicked! Not that it'll matter by then!"
So my ladies had some kind of secret they meant to tell me, I
thought to myself. Some day. I could wait. I felt so tranquil,
meanwhile. So sedate. As if I had been sedated (I smiled to
myself at that). When they went to bed together I happened to be
clearing cordial glasses away from the sideboard in the living
room. I only glanced up as the bedroom door closed on them. My
two mistresses are going to bed now, was all that registered in my
mind. I felt quite placid.
So it was something of a surprise when I was lying in bed alone, my
second night alone, wearing what I realized was the very nightgown
Elly had wanted me to try on years earlier, and in the gloom I saw
Rebecca open my door and come in.
"I want to see for myself before you go off to become someone
else," she said abruptly. "Elly says you suck cunt as dedicatedly
as you suck cock. She got me hot and bothered tonight telling me,
but then she fell sound asleep. And I don't want to awaken her --
she'll have a hard day with you tomorrow, setting you a good
example, so you'll just have to take care of me now."
I was amazed. Also reluctant, because being trapped into sex with
a man like Gary while I'm still a man was is thing, but for me sex
with a woman, any woman, was classical marital infidelity. I had
never been unfaithful to Ellie, and as I sank deeper into
femininity I needed all the more the self-respect that fact
provided me. And I didn't like Rebecca. I didn't want to pleasure
her! I stared at her and she stared back. She was perfectly well
aware why I was hesitating.
"That nightie's very becoming, Joseph," she said, not unkindly.
"You may make a passable woman after all, eventually. That's what
you want, isn't it?"
"Yes, Miss Rebecca."
"So you can stay with your wife. Your former wife, Miss Elaine.
Isn't that so?"
"Yes, Miss Rebecca."
"Why are these little efforts necessary, Joseph?"
"Because she prefers you, Miss Rebecca. She'd rather live with
you."
"And would I rather live with you?"
"No ma'am."
"Then it's up to you to persuade me, isn't it? To find some reason
why I should keep you on?"
"Yes Ma'am!"
"Then get up and kneel next to the bed and persuade me. I'm open
to argument!"
I did as she asked. She lay down across the bed on her back with
her buttocks just on the edge, and spread her long legs wide apart
in front of me. I leaned in and sniffed at her snatch. It was
dripping, musky but flowery. Perfumed? I leaned in to give a
tentative lick to the top of her slit, where her clit should be. It
was. I tongued it once.
Then with the suddenness of a female spider binding in her webs any
male who dared touch her, she wrapped her legs around my head and
clamped her thighs tight on my ears and pulled me into her. My
nose sank through her labia deep into her wet pussy. I could no
longer move my head, nor breathe. I expected to smother. But
while I could still move I began to nudge her whole groin with my
face, repeatedly, until her thighs loosened slightly and I could
gasp a breath of air before she closed me in again. Then my tongue,
nose, lips, mouth, everything I could muster began to move and lick
and wipe and press deeper into her. She began to move in turn. I
licked and flicked and nibbled as her hip motions grew more
prolonged, more strained, until at her peak she lifted herself half
off the bed to meet and match and press her clit and snatch against
my whole head, rotating her pelvis on my nose and tongue. Then
when she opened her legs wide and I could hear again,
"AAAAAGGGHHHHHHH" was what she was shouting in sheer joy. She fell
back on the bed and began to catch her breath. I didn't dare move,
bowed, still on my knees, still fearful of fainting for lack of
air, breathing as deeply as I dared.
"See, I told you," I heard my wife's voice behind me. "Isn't she
wonderful with pussies? So dedicated! A natural-born lesbian, now
that she no longer thinks she's a man! Did you give Joy something,
that she's was that ardent, bringing you off? She looked starved,
as if she wanted to eat you from your crotch to your navel!"
"I gave him a choice, lick me and excite me or suffocate!" replied
Miss Rebecca somewhere above muffled, still short of breath. "All
right. I'll allow he's good for this. I'd hoped that after Miss
Caroline we'd be seeing the last of him! But the first time he
intrudes on us, the first time he fails to give either of us
complete satisfaction -- I send him away. He'll go on Gary's
company call girl list, and he'll fuck whoever he's told to fuck
until his ears clog up with the cum they'll pump into his ass and
we can toss him away like a used-up scumbag. Or maybe I'll just
come back here again some night, and do this again, but really
asphyxiate him, clamp his nose and mouth so tight he can't breathe,
and let him drown him in my cunt juices. I'd love to make out that
death certificate: 'Cause of Death -- Drowned during cunnilingus!'
He nearly did this time!"
"You hear that, sweetheart?"
"Yes, Miss Elaine," I said still-breathlessly. "I'll be good!"
"You'll do everything you're asked to do, and agree with everyone
who tells you what you want. For three weeks. Then you can come
back to me. And to Becky, and Gary, of course. And anyone else we
say!"
"Yes ma'am." I said it devoutly now, sincerely, with my whole
heart!
"Let's go to bed now, Becky. I think he's learned!"
As I lay back on my bed, I realized that I had passed a crucial
entrance examination without even knowing it. I may very well also
have saved myself from death by drowning in Rebecca's cunt -- she
really could arrange it if she choose. This affair between Elly
and Becky was far more consequential than I had imagined --
together they weren't at all the women I'd thought them. I decided
to do everything either of them asked me from now on, as asked, and
hope to survive mainly by slavish obedience. Only then could I see
if like Orpheus I would return from this strange new Hell I'd
entered in order to find and to win back my wife. Who no longer
seemed to be my wife. And as far as sex went, never had been.
vi.
The next day dressing was easy -- the same skirt, blouse, and
sweater, and as I tripped out of the house toward the car where
Miss Elaine waited with the engine running, Rebecca stood for a
moment in the hallway in her red dressing gown and then
surprisingly, volunteered a comment.
"I've been very hard on you, Joy. Because as you know, I don't
trust you. And you know why. But please understand, everything
I've done has been to change you enough so I can begin to trust
you. It's true, I trapped you with Gary, but you did do what Gary
asked, and now your sexuality's closer to what it needs to be, what
you said you wanted it to be before you'd really thought it
through. You've serviced a man, and you won't ever forget it, will
you? Once a cock sucker always a cock sucker. And you've gone
down on me, and the previous night you went down on Miss Elaine.
All without drugs, without argument, just from your desire to
please her and your need to please me. And that desire exalts you,
doesn't it? I don't think you sincerely want to become a woman,
not just yet. But I think now that you mean to try, to try to
become sincere. To try to change. To submit to become a woman.
I hope so."
"You now know what your marriage has really been, and what it
needs. I'll be happy to allow you to join us, Joy, if that's who
you really are. Let Miss Caroline help you. It's your only
chance."
And she actually bent forward and kissed me on the cheek. My
bristly cheek, with its day's growth of beard on it. I knew what
that cost her. I leaned forward to kiss her back gratefully, but
she looked startled and pulled back. So I just said "Thank you,
ma'am, I will try!" She looked pleased.
Miss Elaine drove me out into the country only a short way, among
rolling hills where some of the larger estates of our area were
located, some of them with stables visible from the road. Miss
Caroline's School looked modest by comparison as we passed through
the gate and drove through trees to the portico. It looked like
one more ordinary country estate set behind a high wall -- no more
than ten or twelve bedrooms, with a facade of brick and English
Tudor, a style of American architecture that usually signifies
unease about new wealth and a desire to associate it with settled
prosperity. It too had a stable behind it.
"It started as a sanctuary for battered women," Miss Elaine
commented. "Then it affiliated with that women's hospital Becky's
helping out, and began experimenting with behavior modification.
First how to condition the women to assert themselves, then how to
train their husbands not to assert themselves. Then to train them
to submit to their newly dominant wives. Then to make them into
submissive wives themselves, when their wives requested it. Or
other sorts of women. The staff are very good at it now. A perfect
success rate, Becky tells me. And a long waiting list -- you're
lucky, Joy!"
Miss Caroline was standing on the steps to greet us as we got out
of the car, looking plump, cheerful, brisk, and reassuring.
"Welcome, dear hearts," she called out, advancing to seize Elaine's
hand with both of hers. "Elaine, isn't it! So lovely to meet you!
I've known your Rebecca, Dr. Lander, for many years, she's referred
some of my most successful students to me. And this young lady
here must be Joy!" Her eyes flicked penetratingly over me, as
women's eyes do, and she saw instantly what Francesca had done to
me yesterday. "That's a very pretty hairdo, dear, so flattering,
and it must be so easy to take care of! Do come in, both of you!
We'll tend to your luggage."
There was an elevator in the main foyer. I was surprised that the
indicator registered not only two more floors above us but four
below. The building was much larger than it appeared. I wondered
what was in those windowless rooms beneath. I learned later that
they were exercise rooms and dormitories for the "trainers" who
worked with Miss Caroline's "students." Also medical facilities,
including a fully equipped operating room "where anything can be
reshaped to anything" as I was told. Also a series of lounges
where women and near-women could work with their trainers in
private, studying and practicing various feminine arts in utter
seclusion. There were punishment rooms too, a ward attendant told
me with a meaningful glance, and punishment areas including the
stables, which did indeed stable horses. "I've seen stiffly
stubborn men become wannabe girls overnight, eager to be girls,
after a night with one or two of our stallions," one attendant
commented, amused. I resolved to stay away from them if I could.
We settled in chairs in Miss Caroline's private office, and she
moved behind a huge carved desk to sit on what would have been a
throne if it were free-standing. Then she folded her hands on the
desk and beamed at us.
"I think I have all the information I need, dear," she said to me.
She indicated several fat folders. "And I have your wife's signed
permissions to do whatever seems necessary or helpful, with you or
to you, and your earlier proxy signing all such determinations over
to her. All well and good. But now I need to hear certain things
from your own lips -- your lips are very becoming, incidentally,
but why the 1920's retro?"
end 06/13
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