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{ASSM} Threesome Part 7/13, 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 7/13
by Vickie Tern
"We asked the salon to shape her face to seem to invite men without
intimidating them," Elaine replied. "And I suppose it amused
Francesca to give Joy a kind of Clara Bow or Betty Boop mouth. So
she looks sprightly but not too bright. Her look says, 'I'm
available, and unconventional, maybe even kinky.' We wanted it
indelible, to be a serious commitment on Joy's part, not an
overnight whim. Then we could see how suitable the look was for
her, and later we'd have her mouth reshaped by a surgeon. So far
her lips are fine. She's had occasion to use them several times,
and I for one find them quite satisfactory."
"Yes," Miss Caroline said, smiling reassuringly at me. "They
aren't nearly as plump and soft as we might wish, but it says here
they've already satisfactorily performed both fellatio and
cunnilingus. I'd call that adequate, wouldn't you?"
The chair I was sitting in, I began to realize, was extraordinarily
high. I'm not a short person, but even so my legs dangled. I felt
awkward, clutching my purse in my lap.
"I asked you a question, dear. Where are your manners?"
"I guess," I said. Her use of the Latin terms for cocksucking and
cuntlapping didn't remove altogether my memory of Gary's semen in
my mouth, and then my own. Slimy, like raw egg. Like mucous.
Like scum! I wasn't too happy about it. Well, you'd better get
used to it, Joy, I told myself. Joseph, I mean.
"You didn't enjoy it?"
"Not with Gary," I replied. "But I did what I was told!"
"Well, that's a beginning. When you leave here, you'll love it, I
have no doubt of that. We have no problem supplying a girl's mouth
with penises -- we keep plenty of them in residence and on call."
She looked at me and waited. I smiled. That was what she wanted.
"I suppose I should tell you" -- Miss Caroline lifted a sheaf of
paper and studied it for a moment -- "yes, here it is, both of your
Mistresses want you to lose another dress size or two while you're
here. So you'll live on sperm exclusively. Did you know it's a
health food, with practically everything a body needs? You'll
nurse it from its sources four times daily. And use your own jism
if you want to snack between meals. But I should warn you, you'll
feel famished until you learn how to excite a man to produce lots
of sperm, and how to milk him two or three times while you've got
him down and willing. You'll be starved to find every drop
delectable, especially the pearly pre-cum. These are things every
well-bred girl should know. Your kind of girl certainly."
"Yes, ma'am."
"This will take concentrated dedication, young woman. So answer me
frankly. Do you really want to be a girl?"
This was a catch question. Maybe I could equivocate. "I'm willing
to be a girl," I replied.
"So I hear. But that's not the answer I need to hear. There's
only one acceptable answer to that question. Didn't she tell you
she wants to be a girl, Elaine?"
"Yes, she certainly did," Elaine answered. "That's why we're
here." She was disappointed by my evasion, I could tell. Yet she
was also pleased that Miss Caroline was calling her husband "she."
As if my transformation were a fait accompli. Maybe I never was
enough of a "he" for her? I guess not, given all those men she'd
fucked behind my back!
"Because she never was much of a man anyhow?" Miss Caroline
continued.
"She thought she was," Elaine replied thoughtfully. "But she's
never been, not really. Even so, she's still too much a man for my
partner. So it's now 'be a girl or you're off on your own.'"
"Yes," Miss Caroline said. "So I understand."
She turned back toward me. "I need to tell you, Joy, when wives
send husbands here there are only two places they're fit for when
I'm done with them. One is back with their wives, properly trained
as requested. The other is the streets in the naughtiest parts of
the city, because if they don't wish to become what their wives
want, if they resist, if they don't give us their very best
efforts, if they're resentful or only pretending, we can tell. A
girl who fakes desire is a whore, and that's how she ends up.
Quite a few Miss Caroline graduates are prowling the streets and
stopping cars right now, or cruising singles bars, and bringing
peace and comfort to all the dripping cocks they can seduce and
bringing whatever they earn home to their wives, if their wives
will have them, if their wives are home themselves and not out with
other men themselves. They aren't fit for much else. We make a
final determination shortly before their course of study ends, and
then concentrate our efforts so they'll finish as one or the
other."
"You see, dear, we're not cruel. Our girls all acquire certain
desires and characteristics here that unfit them as men, sometimes
that unfit them for any gainful employment except on their backs.
Then some pimp finds them and sets them up, and they earn their own
way. Some wives deliberately dump unwanted husbands here so they
can learn to support themselves after they've been stripped of
everything, property, reputations, even their ability to think
clearly. Even their knowledge of who they once were, and what sex
or gender! Some divorce procedures can be quite thorough."
"Now, your wife thinks you want to become a girl in order to
preserve your marriage, out of love for her. That's commendable.
She appreciates that you've loved her as a man, and she's sure
you'll love her as a woman. But she wants you to become a complete
woman, at least in your heart, like her, a woman for whom the love
of men as well as of women is as natural as breathing. Do you
understand what I'm saying?"
She waited for my reply. I nodded. She continued to wait, looking
at me expectantly, so I said in a small voice, "Yes ma'am."
"And that's the kind of woman you want to become?"
I'd bargained to end up a lesbian, but I could see I wasn't going
to escape this. "Yes ma'am!" I said again.
"Yes," she said, still with her eyes fixed on my face. "I'm sure
you do. So we'll do our utmost to help you become what you both
wish. But you should know that Dr. Lander thinks your willingness
to become a girl, as you put it, is only a ruse to buy time to
recover your wife, that you're insincere and unfit to live with
decent women, that you belong on the streets. If we find that's
true, we will certainly oblige her. That's why being 'willing' to
change your gender isn't quite enough. Being merely 'willing' to
become a girl doesn't give me quite enough guidance."
"I want to become a girl!" I blurted out devoutly. "More than
anything! I want to stay with my wife! I want to become whatever
she wants!" I glanced at my Elaine. She was now looking at me
with pride in her eyes! And love? It was the right answer,
finally, and I meant it! But at every turn I felt more and more
boxed in!
"Really and truly? You'll have to want to, dear, with all your
heart, because we can be pretty rough around here, and we expect to
have your complete cooperation."
"Really and truly, Miss Caroline." I tried to compose my face, and
smoothed my skirt a bit primly, then clutched my purse again. I
really did. "With all my heart!" I still hoped that whatever they
taught at this school could be unlearned, but I couldn't allow
myself to think of that possibility just yet. I only wished my
feet didn't dangle so. I felt just like a teenage girl.
"Then we'll get under way."
She pressed a buzzer, and a young woman in a pink nurse's uniform
came in carrying a metal case, followed by a tall, well-built man
in sweats. The nurse was pretty, and the guy handsome in a
musclebound way. He looked at me and grinned.
"Now, Joy," Miss Caroline said. "We're going to grant you your
wish." She paused, folded her hands, and went on. "Your mind and
body need radical re-orientation -- girls, I'm sure you've noticed,
are not at all like boys, in the things they like, in the ways they
talk, even in the ways they move. We haven't got much time, so we
use various deep-conditioning procedures I've developed -- hypnotic
suggestion, subliminal instruction, mood-altering substances,
rewards and punishments too. You'll see."
"Now, your wife doesn't want you to learn to enjoy pain, even
though many wives feel hostile toward their husbands, so their
husbands are trained to adore being whipped, and their wives love
to oblige. Instead, you'll learn to seek the pleasure of seeing
that the other women in your life are happy. In feeling delightedly
filfilled when you're pussywhipped! But also to enjoy the
pleasures of being a woman, knowing that's what you are!"
"Our methods are intense, traumatic, even painful. So much of the
time we'll use a drug to blank out your memory, so you'll accept
our treatments, and learn appropriate attitudes, but remember only
bits and pieces of the process afterward. The way women sometimes
remember an awkward adolescence. They can't be sure what they
experienced and what they imagined. That's how you'll be during
the entire time you're here. Some things you'll experience, and
some things we'll persuade you are happening though in rality
you'll be lying in bed in an hypnotic trance. Some things you'll
watch on television and yet believe are happening to you. The
process is continuous and finally, overwhelmingly persuasive.
What's real and what isn't won't matter, as long as you think it's
real, and your attitudes will change accordingly."
She smiled. "We have a conditioning regimen that can persuade you
you're a topless lap dancer who has performed so outrageously and
incited so much lust that you've been gang shagged repeatedly by an
entire football team over a three day period. We can put you
through that experience in a single night, all by yourself, as a
singularly vivid dream, but you'll remember it man by man, cock by
cock, stroke by stroke, even the last mopping up of the cum you
imagine is pouring down your thighs when you finally stand up.
Then if your wife ever wants you to take up lap dancing, you'll
know how. You'll think you've done it. And if she wants you to
take on an entire football team, you'll think you've done it
already and enjoyed it, so you'll do it again and enjoy it. It may
be weeks before you realize that the first time was an
hallucination. But by then you'll have done it in fact, so the
realization won't affect anything. You'll leave here thoroughly
accustomed to all sorts of things your wife and Dr. Lander may want
you to do, thinking you already are what they want you to become.
Then you won't mind becoming whatever it is you think you are."
"But lap dance fantasies are for the sluts and whores we graduate.
You yourself are expected to enjoy a more natural, graceful
girlhood, Joy, from which you'll emerge as a confident woman. Not
a brainwashed slave, not at all! Our proper women graduates know
what they want and how to achieve it, and they want the right
things, the things their wives or sponsors want for them. They
really believe they are who they are. We're quite proud of that!
Within a few weeks the effect wears off, but again, by then it
won't matter. By then they'll have actually done the things they
think they've done, and become the women they think they are."
She looked shrewdly at me. "Your wife wants you to leave here as
her very best girlfriend, a solicitous and sprightly companion for
her" -- she glanced at a paper in her hand -- "in all things. All
things," she repeated. So that's what of course you'll become.
And you'll learn to love it!"
"Meanwhile we'll give special attention to feminine appearance,
training you in fact and imagination for the life you'll lead when
you leave here, hopefully also a fit companion for Dr. Lander, and
as a -- what is it your supervisor calls your new employment --
yes, a 'mall inspector.' But if you prove troublesome, remember,
you'll leave here already persuaded that you're a downtown whore or
call girl, ready to resume that life as if you'd never left it."
She stood up. "I'm sure you'll excuse me. I have two other women
and their wives scheduled for this morning. We'll begin with Phase
One right now. What is about to happen to you may well happen to
you, or it may not. That doesn't matter. You'll remember it and
learn from it -- that's what matters. Some things will seem
difficult or humiliating, but for that very reason will encourage
you to adopt more enlightened attitudes.. From now on, whatever
you experience will be your reality. Flora!"
The young woman in pink stepped forward.
"This is Flora," Miss Caroline said, nodding to the girl in pink.
"Flora, this darling girl is Joy. Flora's been assigned to you for
the next three weeks to see that you do what you need to do when
you need to do it, and to look after you. She'll give you shots
every few hours for the next three weeks. Some are tranquillizers,
some hallucinogens, some merely vitamins or booster hormones. You
won't ever know which, and you won't care. What you see and feel
and experience here will be whatever you think you see, and so
forth. Maybe real, maybe not. After a few weeks everything will
be real and unreal to you, and by then we'll have achieved our
objectives. You'll have lots of memories to build from. Do you
understand?"
Flora smiled. I nodded to Miss Caroline uncertainly. Before I
even noticed, Flora pinched up some skin on my forearm, swiped it
with cotton., and injected several cc of fluid into it. I waited
to see if I felt odd. A little. Not much. Sort of comfortable
but ... definitely, odd.
A second man suddenly lounged into the room, moving like a cat the
way some well-trained athletes do, wearing skimpy shorts and a
skin-tight tank top. He glanced at my wife and then at Miss
Caroline.
"Sorry," he said to Miss Caroline. "I had an emergency call. A
new girl freaked when his wife tried to feed him his balls raw
while he was still having them removed. She actually got one
crammed into his mouth before he realized what the doctor was doing
to the other one. I suggested to her she wait for the cook to turn
them into something tasty he can eat with pleasure. She might
enjoy a bite or two herself!"
"That was good advice," Miss Caroline said. "Some wives lack
patience, and allow their feelings to overcome them. Elaine, this
latecomer is Duncan -- isn't he gorgeous? Duncan, this morning I
want you to please Elaine while her husband watches." She gestured
to the other man. "Joy, this is Steve. He'll be your man this
morning. Steve, Joy is new here. Be gentle with her. But first
let her watch her wife misbehave with Duncan."
Steve nodded. Miss Caroline cast a quick smile around the room,
then added, "Or let her think she sees it! Let her even think she
sees you!"
Then she disappeared through the door.
"I'm glad to make your acquaintance, Elaine," Duncan said to my
wife. "My friends call me Dunk. Slam-Dunk, from the way I fill
ladies' baskets when I'm excited. May I call you Ellie?"
"Please, Dunk," Elaine said, smiling up at him. "That's what my
friends call me!" That didn't seem fair, but what could I say?
Her tone then became flirtatious. "Slam-Dunk? As in basketball?
Or, as in dipping doughnuts into coffee? Are you good at dipping
things into warm, wet places?"
"I do everything well, Ellie." He grinned at her, teeth white in
a craggy tanned face, and he brushed back sun-streaked blond hair
before holding out his hand to her. She took it. Then he didn't
let it go. In fact, once they began looking directly into each
other's eyes, they didn't let that go either. It got increasingly
intense.
"Is here all right?" my wife asked, still looking directly at him.
There was a small smile fixed on her face, like the one she'd had
when she came into my room for her final fuck two nights ago. Like
earlier, when she was pressing her body against me and telling me
about her other men.
"Here's perfect!" he replied.
A bad dream then developed before my eyes, and then became a
nightmare. Or maybe it was only a dream? Duncan sat down next to
Elaine, and they embraced. His hands began to stroke her hair,
then her back.
To my horror, Elaine preened back against his hand, then smiled and
reached toward his crotch and began to rub it. Her eyes now looked
adoringly into his. They kissed carefully. Then passionately.
"Isn't that just beautiful!" Flora said, standing next to me and
watching, rapt. She paused. Then "Isn't it, Joy?" she asked, more
insistently.
I tried to swallow the enormous lump in my throat. "Yes," I
replied. I could barely get the word out. That was my Ellie! But
maybe only my fantasy of Ellie? 'This isn't real,' I tried to tell
myself, despite the evidence of my own eyes.
Then my wife lunged at him, and they fell back onto the couch
plastered against each other, still kissing. My wife pressed her
face onto his, her mouth open wide. His tongue had to be deep
inside her. I was appalled. But I was even more appalled when
Duncan reached both his hands under her skirt, grasped her hips,
lifted her off him, and set her like some doll on her own feet. I
saw her bush. She hadn't worn panties this morning!
He stood. She grasped the top of his shorts and in a single
ferocious swipe pulled them down to his knees. He stepped clear,
then sat down again. There rising from his lap was the biggest
dong I have ever seen! Before I could look about to see who else
was shocked by this obscene display, Elaine let out a moan of
yearning anticipation, grasped that long prick, swung one leg over
his lap, and knelt astride him with its tip just touching her
pussy, her mouth clamped to his, kissing him deeply! Duncan leaned
back to adjust his pelvis and then with one severe downward thrust
Elaine buried him into her! All the way, all of it, all at once,
deep inside! And shrieked! I thought it was pain, but when her
body held tense for almost a full minute I realized it was an
orgasm. She'd just come! Just from the way his cock felt as it
entered and distended her vaginal passage!
She then lifted up and he pulled out of her, and I saw that huge
thing glistening all along its whole length. Then he slammed it
all the way up into her again, and this time she rotated downward
to meet him, her face blissed out. This time I shrieked! But now
my wife's face was welded to his, their eyes squeezed shut and
their arms tightly wrapped around each other. They began to piston
and roll and shovel their pelvises, their groins fused together and
torn apart in the most obscene gyrations imaginable! Elaine
seemed crazed -- high-pitched growls and grunts and squeals poured
from her throat during this mad mating of crotches.
It was as if I weren't there! From the way she corkscrewed to
speed his re-entries, and from the way she spread her legs wider to
welcome him deeper, it was as though I'd never been there! Duncan
was fucking my wife under my very nose, and she 'd forgotten
everything but how she felt!
But was she?
No, not exactly under my nose! I looked down and now saw under my
nose for the first time another monster-sized penis! I looked up.
Steve's! He was standing in front of me and smiling down, waiting.
I clutched my purse all the more tightly and looked around
desperately.
"You see, sweetheart, you're not a man," he said in a kindly, even
dreamy voice. "You were misinformed. That's a man over there,
reaming out your wife's plumbing, and it's obvious that right now
for her you don't exist. So re-invent yourself. Use that pretty
mouth to show that you love being a woman!"
I looked about wildly. Flora was standing next to me, calmly
waiting to see what I would do. I hesitated.
"You're a girl, Joy!" she said. "And that's a fella standing in
front of you! With a beautiful cock hanging there. Only three
weeks from now we want you to blow guys so skillfully they cum in
their pants just from the way you look at them. But right now,
just remember your diet. There in front of your face is the only
lunch snack you'll see today!"
"Flora!" I cried out. "Is this real?"
"Of course!" she replied.
Loud slapping and sucking sounds were now coming from the couch
where Duncan and Elaine were still humping together, both of them
now groaning and screaming. Then came the most animal-like cry I
have ever heard! A growl that rose to a wail, then a scream came
from Elaine's throat! And the all while she writhed and twisted
with that telephone pole deep in her, never pausing! Then a
ululating succession of screams, as if they were high-pitched
breathing!
She'd leaned so far back to shout to the ceiling that I thought
she'd crack her spine. But then she resumed rhythmic moaning
again. She'd just had another orgasm, towering, back breaking.
Yet the two of them weren't even slowing down!
Something rubbery was now pressing on my lips. The head of Steve's
cock. I looked up at him. He was looking benignly down at me.
"Beautiful!" he said. "See, you'll never be able to make her feel
like that! Not that way. You're not a man. But maybe some day a
real man will help you feel like that! Maybe it'll be Duncan! Or
me! You have such beautiful eyes, Joy! Keep looking at me! Don't
look away! Now kiss my cock! I hear you've already made some guy
named Gary very happy. Make me happy too. Why should your wife
have all the fun? Live a little!"
For some reason I couldn't let go of the purse I was still
clutching in my lap with both hands. I just couldn't grasp Steve's
cock with my hands as if it were my own, amd maybe bring him off
that way. Still looking into his gentle brown eyes, I opened my
mouth to tell him I couldn't help him, I just couldn't, but as soon
as my lips parted his warm, silky cockhead flowed inside. I tried
to push it out with my tongue, but it filled my mouth -- there was
no room for my tongue to move! So I remembered what I had done
with Gary the day before. I made my lips hard, and caught the
ledge of that cockhead with my lips, careful not to nip it, and
sucked it into my mouth. Then I began to headfuck him.
Headmasturbate him, really, pulling on his cock by its crown with
my mouth and bobbing my head up and down. Up and down my head
bobbed, tugging his little head! Up and down!
"Ah," Steve said in a sibilant whisper. "Joy, that's just great!
Do it, girl! More!"
Since I wasn't going to find a way out of this, I sucked a bit more
of him into my mouth, and bobbed up and down some more. This time
my lips slid over satiny skin. His pelvis thrust back at me.
Elaine's sounds from the couch grew louder, and Duncan began
breathing heavily and hoarsely with her. My throat also began
making pathetic, whining noises. The harder I bobbed up and down
on Steve, the stronger grew a delicious feeling in my own crotch!
Was I getting off on cock sucking this stud? I renewed my efforts,
and the feeling down below grew stronger. He closed his eyes, a
wide smile illuminating his face. I was making him happy! I
sobbed through my nose! It felt so delicious in my own crotch! I
felt so wonderful!
And then in a screaming, spurting, lunging frenzy Steve and Duncan
and Elaine and I all came together! I too felt a monumental
release of passion jet and spew and squirt out down below! Steve's
groin suddenly pushed deep into my mouth and then held still,
paralyzed. Then that monster penis slipped all the way out of my
mouth for its first ejaculation, and white cum spurted all over my
face. I remembered that I had to swallow it or starve, so I caught
that great schlong up in my mouth again, and swallowed its spewing
sperm gratefully until finally, drained, Steve withdrew himself.
Only then could I look down. There was Flora kneeling between my
own legs, looking up mischievously, her cheeks bulging. She'd
pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties and sucked me off all
the while I was sucking on Steve! Her technique had been so light,
so unobtrusive, that I hadn't even noticed her the whole time, only
the way I felt as her wet mouth worked me over. But I'd been made
part of the whole orchestrated, frenzied, mass orgasm! She stood
up and tilted my head back with her hands, then leaned over as if
to kiss me. More jism poured from her mouth into mine! My own!
Her face still close to mine, she muttered in a low voice, "Lovely,
Joy honey. Just lovely. Later I'll show you a better way to do a
huge prick with no hands." Even while blowing me she'd been
observing me with Steve. I swallowed.
"Really, that was very good, sweetheart! I'm proud of you!"
Elaine's voice! Speaking to Duncan? He was now her "sweetheart"?
As Flora's head left my line of sight and I was still swallowing
down her transferred mouthful of my cum, I looked. It was Elaine
speaking to me! She'd watched me suck Steve's cock even while
Duncan was fucking her!
I felt shocked! She'd seen me servicing another man's penis! What
must she think? How could she ever respect me again? Elaine was
now sitting alongside Duncan, pressed close to him as before but
now looking encouragingly at me. They were still breathing
heavily, their faces flushed.
"You look so cute, honey, with Steve's cock poking into your mouth
and your head bobbing up and down on him like a woodpecker! The
look on your face was priceless! So helpless and desperate!"
She reached for Duncan's cock even while speaking, and began to
pull on it almost absently, yet she never took her eyes off me.
"You really need to relax more, though, to enjoy more of the
sensations. Have you ever felt such silky skin sliding between
your lips? The fresh flavor of pre-cum? Things like that? That
sensation of power! Most of the time, when a girl has a guy's cock
in her mouth, he'll do anything! Not these guys, they're special,
but most of the guys you'll be meeting now that you're a girl.
You're a darling cock sucker, sweetheart, there's no doubt about
it! My own husband! Who would have thought it even a few days
ago! Try to feel proud! Two men so far, and both of them
satisfied! That's not bad for only your third day as a woman!"
end 7/13
VickieTern@AOL.COM
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