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Subject: {ASSM} NEW TG: Perfect by Vickie Tern 9/10 M/F F/m femdom
Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2001 00:10:04 -0500
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NEW TG: Perfect by Vickie Tern 9/10 M/F F/m femdom


This kind of story shouldn't be read by anyone who shouldn't read 
this kind of story.  No exceptions!

(c) 2001 by Vickie Tern.  May be copied to any free archive.  All comment
welcome (VickieTern@aol.com).


                                  ix.

Gretchen was elated, rapturous.  She never said a word, but all the
way back to the Inn, whenever she looked at me sideways her
shoulders would start to shake, and at one point she had to pull
over to the curb until her fit of laughter passed.  I didn't dare
say anything to her. 

I learned the next day I'd had a narrow escape.  That on evenings
when the Stallions were showing all there was an understanding, the
girl who brought her man off first got to be taken into a back room
and fucked all night by each of the five in turn.  

"They're absolutely unbelieveable," one of the bridesmaids-to-be
told me at breakfast, congratulating me for having brought my man
off second and commiserating that I'd missed out on the night of a
lifetime by only eight seconds. "I won last year.  And I went home
the next morning ready to divorce my husband.  And I would have,
too, but he was crying and sobbing, and in the end he agreed to let
me take men into our bed once a month, as many as I wanted, while
he went to a motel.  I advertised for them and found some great
hunks, and now we're all happy.  I even trained my hubby to watch. 
I think he likes it now, at least to judge by the way he sits there
and beats his meat while those men are plowing me into the bed one
after the other all night, and I'm shrieking.  I know I love it. 
And when I'm sore afterward, he's very considerate of me down
there.  Very satisfying.  Very!"  She smiled to herself,
remembering.

I told her that if only I'd known that it was a contest I'd have
tried harder.  She consoled me that it was a considerable
accomplishment, what I'd done, though it was a shame I had to miss
out by only eight seconds.  "You were way faster than number
three," she pointed out.  "Just keep at it, you'll get there. 
You've got a real natural talent!"  

"It seems so, but she needs more practice," Gretchen replied for
me.  "We're working on it!"

I smiled modestly and said nothing.  I could feel that Stallion's
sperm still coating my mouth and lips.  It wasn't too bad.     

Gayle called that afternoon while I was getting ready to go out
with Gretchen to do the sights and visit the ME plant.  It was now
Saturday.

"Gayle, I'm so ashamed," I started in when I recognized her voice. 
"I don't know what came over me. I won't ever...."

"Oh, don't apologize, angel," she said.  "You looked darling,
sucking so solemnly on that big lollipop.  And then gobbling all of
it down!  You wanted to be a woman, didn't you?  Well, this is all
part of your education as a woman.  And I know you enjoyed it!  I
saw you, you know!  It looked as though you couldn't ever get
enough of him into you!  You need more opportunities, more men, you
know that baby?"

I decided not to say anything.  "I guess," I said finally. 
"Gretchen keeps saying so."  Could it be that I had enjoyed it? 
Was it that obvious to everyone else?

"Allie, I need to ask you for a big favor," Gayle said next. 
"There's a stag party tonight, Chris's last night as a bachelor,
you know.  The usual, the guys getting together to kid him, horse
around, look at porn movies maybe.  They can get pretty raucous I
hear, and I know it's not your thing, and as it wears on it can get
pretty rough I guess, the way they talk and the jokes they tell. 
Nothing you haven't heard before I'm sure, but lots of the girls
here would be shocked to know what lots of their guys really think
of them, how they talk about them.  I thought I'd best not ask any
of them to help out."

"I know about guys like that," I said.  "I never was much good at
it myself.  I'm glad to be out of that kind of thing altogether. 
Thank you."

"You're a doll, Allie!  That's so very sweet!  But these guys do
need someone to serve them while they play their practical jokes on
each other.  You know.  Prepare the platters and serve the food,
refill glasses, keep the liquor flowing, do whatever seems to need
doing.  Justine volunteered, but she's sick and can't make it. 
Would you?  Sweetheart?  Please?  It should be fun, and it's a
social occasion, a chance to try something different.  Just go
there looking your prettiest, and take care of things while they do
their things. 

I hesitated.  I hate that kind of male frat bash, and I dislike the
kinds of men who went to them.  I always had.

"For me?  For you too?  Then I can forgive you for anything, you'll
see!"

My heart melted.  I was still her sweetheart!  "Anything," I said. 
It was a chance for me to make it up to her!  To prove my
dedication!  "Whatever you say, Gayle.  Where?"

"The President's Lounge at the ME plant," she replied.  "Eight
tonight for as long as it lasts."

"We were just going there," I said.  "Sightseeing.  Gretchen says
the plant is something no one who comes to town should miss."

"That's right.  That's good.  It's Saturday, but Ben'll be there,
he always is.  I'll phone and tell him you're coming.  He needs to
talk to you about a job."

"Gayle, I've got a job.  A lovely job!  I don't want to move down
here."

"Oh, honey, of course, I couldn't tell you until now, but you don't
have a job.  Ben's bought us out!  I just heard this morning that
it's final.  My holding company and all of its subsidiaries,
including your marketing firm, all of our operations are moving
down here.  Connie and Meg too.  You know that you three women can
do your kind of work anywhere at all, sit in any office anywhere
and talk to sales associates in any city in the country.  Ben's
really impressed with what you've done re-organizing things in just
the few months you've been there.  He wants you and Connie and Meg
to set up and train other similar groups in other cities, to
franchise them nationally in fact!  At double your salaries, not
that you care a lot about that, but Meg will, she has expensive
tastes.  Especially in men."

I was silent at this news.  Then, "You'll be moving back down here? 
Back to your parents' house?  To live under your parents' eyes? 
How can we continue...?"

"That's right, baby.  Not to their house, to a place of my own. 
And you'll have your own.  You're almost ready for it now.  You'll
see.  It'll be fine.  You'll love it.  Even though it won't be at
all what you've been expecting!"  

The bottom fell out of my stomach!  "Gayle!" I said.

"Trust me!" she said.  "I want this for you!"

"I trust you," I replied. But I didn't.  She seemed too flippant,
too manipulative now.  Too commanding, even.  Too much was too new! 
Move down here?  But did I have a choice?

"None!" Ben said.  Now we were sitting in his leather-lined office
in the ME main administrative building.  "You come down here and
work for me or you get out of this line of work altogether!  It's
in your contract, standard clause!  You must have read it.  It's in
this contract too.  Sign it now, or leave and don't look back. 
Your old office is closed for the Thanksgiving holiday, and it
won't ever re-open.  Gayle's apartment is already sublet, and your
things are already on the way down here.  Removal expenses all paid
by ME, of course.  You've got nowhere to go.  Here's a pen!"

I took the pen he held out.  For a moment I looked out the window,
but then I signed the contract he'd placed in front of me. 
Gretchen, sitting across the way, seemed amused.

"I hear you've got a remarkable talent, young woman," Ben said, his
narrow eyes fixed on me as he took the contract back and placed it
in a folder, and the folder in a drawer, and locked the drawer. 
"But second best isn't good enough here.  I expect you to be number
one in everything!  I'll want to assure myself of that personally!"

My God! I thought.  What have I signed?  

Gretchen broke in at that point.  "I'm sure you'll be happy with
Allie in that respect and every other, Ben.  Gayle will see to it. 
Don't concern yourself!"

He showed us out, and as I passed through the door he patted my
fanny.  I didn't like his proprietary attitude toward my body,
whatever was in that contract I'd just signed, and I told Gretchen
that as soon as we were alone.  I was also worried that I'd be
exposed as a man if he tried to get too intimate.  I mentioned that
too.

She looked at me pityingly, or very nearly. "Allie," she said. 
"Trust me.  Or if you can't, trust Gayle!  You have no worries on
that score.  All he wants is for you to suck his cock now and then. 
It's no big deal.  You've got a talent, remember?"

What could I say?  I had to believe her.  It wasn't as if for the
first time.  Not any more.

The plant was even more enormous than it had looked as Gale and I
drove into town.  It had its own mini-shopping mall, with its own
stores for its employees, even a unisex beauty shop.  Just above it
were the offices of Phone Marketing Surrogates, PMS, my new
employer.  "That's who I work for now?" I asked.

"That's where you work," Gretchen corrected me.  "You're the
systems and personnel expert, so it's yours, you're the Boss. 
Connie knows the business, so she's your CEO.  From here you'll
train up other Allies and Connies and Megs in other cities.  Meg's
in charge of the original pilot company now -- she'll have to hire
two more consultants.  She's thinking maybe she'll convert an old
boyfriend to do the work, the way Gayle converted you.  Whatever
works."

"Who named it 'PMS'?" I asked.

"Gayle, of course.  She thought you should be able to say sincerely
that sometimes your PMS can be hard to cope with, same as every
other girl's.  More seriously, to remind you every day which side
you're on now, that you live and work in a woman's world and that
there's no turning back."

And that night when I was getting ready to go help out at that
bachelor party as Gayle had requested, she repeated that statement. 
"Especially after tonight, there's no turning back, Allie," she
said.  "You'll be the girl Gayle has always wanted you to be, make
no mistake.  The girl you need to be.  Use your Everstay makeup
again, and slather it on, but don't worry about your dress --
they'll give you a uniform to wear when you get there.  Oh, take a
pill to ease any stress you may feel.  Here."

It was just as well.  Gretchen dropped me off by the main entrance,
and when I arrived through by the delivery door another girl was
already in the kitchenette laying out cold cuts, and I could
already hear loud male voices and laughs from the next room.  I
thought she hadn't yet gotten dressed.  She was wearing black
stockings, black lace hi-cut panties, a garter belt, and high
stiletto heels, and not quite covering her generous breasts and
nipples was a thin fringed black ribbon.

"Your Gayle's friend?  Justine's replacement?" she asked.  "I'm
Julie.  I'm so glad you could make it, I'll need help with these
guys, and all of my girls have been booked elsewhere for weeks. 
Here's your uniform.  Same as mine, but you get the split crotch
panty girdle to keep your unmentionables tucked in but your asshole
available.  Real boobs?  Beautiful, honey, you've got to tell me
who did them!  These guys will love you!  And that'll take a lot of
the pressure off me."  

"What...!  What is this?" I asked, a little shocked, as I realized
what she was saying.  Not a lot, the pill was taking effect.

She was amused.  "A bachelor party, love, what did you think? 
We're serve the food and drink, and we're the entertainment.  Be
sure to keep track of every blow job you give and every fuck up the
ass you get tonight, honey, because I charge my clients piecework
rates.  Anything they do to your boobs is free.  Gayle tells me
that one touch on your nipples and you're on a rocket to the moon,
insatiable.  Which is just as well with this crowd.  Here, put that
potato salad into this bowl and set it over there, would you?"

"You know Gayle?  Gayle told you that?"  I didn't feel quite as
betrayed as I should have, but this didn't seem right.

"Gayle and I go back a long way, Allie.  We were classmates all
through high school, though I beat her out in a contest in our
Junior year, and I don't think she's ever forgiven me.  I'm here
personally as a favor to her tonight.  She wanted me to look after
you, to see you enjoyed it."

"Enjoyed what?" I asked, already afraid I knew the answer.  

I did.  "The fucking and sucking, sweetheart.  The sucking and
fucking.  This is your rite of passage.  Tonight you become a
woman.  What's not to enjoy?  Tonight you're going to discover for
yourself why it's a good thing to be a woman.  Tonight you'll be
glad that's what you are.  Do you know how to tap that keg over
there?  The one in the other room must be nearly run out, to judge
by the noise level."

I changed into the costume she'd handed me, and feeling both naked
and obscene I went into the other room holding up a platter of
sliced pizza with both hands.  My breasts lay across the platter,
almost naked.  Each of the men who took a slice contrived to rub
his hand on my nipples, and despite myself I began to feel a
familiar yearning build in my crotch.  As more of Gretchen's pill
took effect, I cared less.  God, it felt good!  I smiled at the
next man to cop a feel, and set down the platter, then smiled again
at him.  

The next thing I knew it was yesterday night all over again, but
over and over!  I was gobbling away at his stiff pole and trying to
push it all the way down my throat.  Just as he came and I was
swallowing, that wonderful slick feel of jism coating my lips and
my teeth again, that delicious salty taste, someone cupped both my
tits from behind and I felt a soft, probing knob push against my
rear end.  Whoever it was tweaked both my nipples at the same time,
and I shrieked aloud in joy, and thrust back, just as I felt
something hot and wet slide into me.  Oh God, it was like Gayle's
dildo, but smoother, brawnier, more ... robust!  And much longer! 
In and out, while I climbed to the stars, and then they exploded in
my head and in my belly all at once.

"There you are, Allie, you sweet thing," I heard over my shoulder. 
"Now you won't need to worry about lubrication for the rest of the
night.  You're as slippery as you need to be now, and you'll only
get moreso.  You're so wonderfully tight still!  Gayle told me I'd
be your first!  Am I?"

I turned to look at him.  He was a thin young man with blond hair
and a sharp chin but gentle eyes.  And a great cock, that I already
knew.  I liked him.  I smiled and nodded.  

He kissed me.  "I'm glad.  Well, you have things to do.  I'll be
back later."

Another cock came weaving toward my face while I was still on my
knees, and I grabbed the owner around the thighs to steady myself,
then tucked his sweet thing into my mouth.  Another slid
effortlessly up my ass.  Both felt like satin.  I felt pure joy,
rapturous, at both ends!  When they finally throbbed and squirted
and soaked me, another set replaced them.  I lost count despite
Julie's one instruction.  So delicious!  So very delicious!  All
these men intent to make me happy!

At 4:00am I felt someone shaking my shoulder.  The same young,
blond, pointy-chinned man who had first taken my virginity.  That
dear man!  I smiled at him again.  

"Everybody's gone," he said quietly.  "Even Julie.  I've been
watching you sleep.  You've had quite a night.  You'd better get
home though, so you can get some more sleep and then get dressed
for Church.  There's a wedding, you know."  

"Yes, Chris, he's getting married!" I croaked.  My throat seemed so
sore!  Too many cocks in and out of it?  "He's getting married," I
repeated.  "I didn't see him."

"Well, he saw you, honeycheeks.  Quite a few times.  Can you
stand?"

I wriggled luxuriously, and then turned to lie on my back.  There
he was.  He bent over me.  I took him around the neck with both
arms.  "One more for the road," I whispered to him.  "Please!"  The
intensity of my desire surprised me!

Out came that long, long cock, I could see it this time.  I raised
my legs to his shoulders.  "I want to watch,"  I said.  "I want to
watch your dear, dear face when you cum!  Tell me your name,
lover."

"Steve," he said, and he plunged into me.  I could barely feel him
this time, there was so much cum inside me, and so much jism all
around me, and I was stretched so big.  But he must have felt me,
because he came in only a few minutes.  I moaned in pleasure as he
stroked in and out.  He kissed me, once on each nipple -- I was
bare breasted by now, of course -- and I had an orgasm then and
there!  My ass clenched on him, and he throbbed and came too!  I
felt his hot spunk fill my guts!  I saw his face strain, and then
turn blissful.

"Thank you, Steve," I said dreamily. 

"Thank you, Allie," he replied.  "Here's the dress you came in, and
the topcoat.  Can you stand up now?  You may be a little sore."

I could.  I was.  And it felt as if the ocean of cum sloshing
around inside me was beginning to leak out and down my legs.

"Do you have a tampon?" Steve asked in his always-gentle voice.

"Probably in my purse," I said sleepily.  "Gretchen will have put
one there.  She thinks of everything."

She had.  It stopped my leaking long enough for Steve to help me to
his car and drive me home.  He saw me to the door.  I threw my arms
around him one more time and gave him a long, passionate, langorous
kiss.  Then went inside.

"A lovely, lovely man," I crooned to myself as I stripped off my
panty-girdle and stockings and crept into bed next to Gretchen, who
woke just long enough to see my condition, my hair a hopeless mess,
cum-soaked from head to foot, my breasts mauled.

"You mean Steve?" she asked.  "The one who drove you home just now? 
Yes, he is.  They all are.  You know that now, don't you, now that
you're finally really a woman."

"Mmmmm," I replied, and I fell asleep again.

The next morning I felt even more sore, but after a long, hot,
soaking bubble bath the world looked bright again, and I could sit
up cheerfully while I tried to brush my hair into a semblance of
order.

"You're a dear!" I said to Gretchen when she came back from
breakfast to see how I was getting by.  "But you're so sneaky!  You
knew all along what was going to happen, didn't you, and you didn't
tell me, not a word!  Isn't that so?" 

"That's right, Allie," she said, her face quite serious, relaxed,
even friendly.  I realized that she'd never really spoken to me as
a friend before.  Previously there was always a hint of mockery in
anything she said.  "It's nothing anyone can tell anyone.  Before,
you were a man playing at being a woman.  Of course it's fun,
delightful, being a woman!  I wouldn't have it any other way.  Of
course you followed Gayle's suggestions and decided that you wanted
to be a woman.  That's a no-brainer, given a choice.  I certainly
would!  You did it to please her, though, didn't you?  But now you
have your own reasons.  Don't you.  And they have to do with the
quintessence of being a woman.  The pleasure a woman can take in
sex.  The ways she can use men while men think they're using her. 
The glow we can feel when we've been well and truly fucked by a
lovely, lovely man.  Like Steve."

"Yes," I said.  "Like Steve.  Will he be at the wedding today?"

"I hope so," Gretchen said.  "He's the Best Man.  Just as you're
the Maid of Honor, though now you're no more a maid than I am.  But
stop fussing with your hair, Allie.  The hairdresser will be here
in a half-hour, and she'll make both of us look as beautiful as we
can be, you for your Gayle and your Steve, and me for myself. 
Doesn't that prospect fill your heart, you dear?  I thought so. 
But you'd better lay out all your underthings now, and your gown. 
I'll find those pearls for you to wear."

At noon we were both ready to drive to the Church for a brief
rehearsal before the main crowds began to show up for the 2:00 pm
ceremony.  I looked so beautiful!  I had never felt so happy!  It
was just wonderful!  

Gretchen saw and understood.  "You've been fucked to your heart's
content,for once.  For the first time.  It's like being in love,
honey."  Her voice was low and sympathetic.  "Like first love, now
for the first time falling in love with someone you've just found
out you really are.  Someone far more satisfying than that man you
thought you were, that uptight nerd who trapped you inside himself
just a few months ago.  More satisfying even than the woman you
thought you were yesterday, before you found out for yourself how
marvelous it is to be a woman desired by many men.  Before you
found out your power over men.  The fact that they want you means
that you can use them to please yourself."

"Yes," I said.  I skipped a step, twirled, and primped.  "It's
wonderful!  Gretchen, it feels so very good!"  

"That's what Gayle has wanted for you all along.  Because she loves
you.  Now you know!"

"Yes," I said.  "I didn't know.  But now I know."

En route to the Church, Gretchen wearing a severe black beaded
cocktail dress and me in my pale blue satin and tulle gown
alongside her, we passed a fairly large mansion on an acre or so of
grounds, visible and accessible from the road.  Tudor half-timber
in construction, but solid, modern, prosperous, comfortable.  She
paused and looked it over.

"Interesting," she said.

"What is, honey?" I asked her.  I was feeling no pain.  Life was
beautiful, and I had just been born.

"This house.  This is where Chris will carry his bride across the
threshold after they're married and return from their honeymoon."

"So?" I asked, wondering what was so interesting about that.  "He's
the son of the richest man in town.  His father owns Gayle's whole
family, and Christianity too from what I overheard about how St.
Paul chooses Visa over its competitors.  And now he owns Gayle and
me too.  Though if he wants to pat my bottom again the way he's
planning it's going to cost him stock options, and if he wants a
blow job he'd better plan on getting it from a President for PMS
who's on the board of the whole ME conglomerate." 

Gretchen glanced sharply at me, but said nothing.  Maybe she hadn't
realized how quickly I'd understand the meaning of my
attractiveness to men.  "No," she said.  "I don't mean that.  Look
at the house.  There are two main entrances.  One on either side. 
It's a private estate, but it looks set up to be two separate
apartments for two families."

I looked.  "So it does," I said.  "Odd."

"Yes," Gretchen said.  "Gayle mentioned last summer that the place
was being renovated this way.  It's a landmark house.  They had to
get approvals.  They got them, of course."

The topic wasn't very interesting to me.  "Maybe Chris wants to
live in half the house and rent out the other half to cover the
mortgage."  The idea that the son of Mr. Gotrocks could worry about
a mortgage was briefly amusing.  His father held all the mortgages
there were in this town.

"No, but I can think of another reason why they'd have renovated
the house this way.  That's what's interesting."

"I suppose," I said.  "But let's not be late for the rehearsal.  I
need to change my tampon."  I was still leaking cum from the
previous night's delicious debauchery.  And I had a secret desire
at least to slip a tampon dispenser tube into me again, then push
another tampon into my vitals, and pull the tube out.  It felt so
good!

end 9/10
VickieTern@AOL.COM

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