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Scenes, by Vickie Tern, 16/17  TG Femdom F/m m/M F/M etc

This is a tale about a married couple who try to meet each 
other's needs, and also their own.  What they think are each 
other's needs, that is.  What they think are their own.

It includes explicit sex scenes.  Married sex, mostly, gentle, 
loving, and appreciative, mostly.  If by reason of age, 
temperament, or moral principle you shouldn't or don't want 
to read about such things, think hard what to do about it, 
and you'll figure it out I'm sure.








                  Scenes from a Marriage
                      by Vickie Tern
                 
                    (vickietern@aol.com)   




                                16.

Day?  Carl glanced at the salon clock.  Past 4:00pm!  How long had
he been here?  What had they done to him?  His hands flew up, and
he saw that his fingertips glowed perfectly shaped scarlet!  In the
mirror, there was that blonde baby face again, his, but with huge
eyes and that same skeptically appraising expression.  Challenging
him!  His twin suddenly appeared alongside!  Another blonde, with
such a pleased, innocent, wide-eyed expression!

"Yes, that's you, baby!" Carol said.  "That's my Coral!  There we
are!  We're going to have such good fun!  Starting now!  It's time
we went home and got ourselves dressed up to meet our fellas! 
Don't you think so?"

"Yes, Carol, I'm really looking forward to it!"  He was, too!  A
vision of a huge, veined, throbbing cock flitted in front of his
eyes for a moment.  He licked his lips.  "Oh, God!" he said.  "What
am I thinking?"

"That you're a beautiful girl named Coral?  Aren't you?"

"Yes.  I mean...!"

"Hush, baby, I know what you mean.  It's wearing off.  That's how
this salon works.  First you believe what you should believe, then
you can choose from it anything you want to believe, and the ideas
won't seem that far-fetched.  You were a man.  But here you were a
girl for a while.  Now you can be a girl whenever you wish, can't you. 
You know what it's like.  Isn't that so?"

Carl looked at her.  He realized it was so.  He was a former man,
but somehow up-ended from that identity in a new way.  He'd enjoyed
looking like, living like a woman for months now, enjoyed 
the companionship, the caring, the warmth.  Now he could enjoy the 
identity, actually being one!  Close his eyes and open them, and he
was Carl, but open them again and ... Coral!

"Incredible!" he said.

"Be a woman for a moment for me, will you, sweetie?"

He did just that.

She looked at him slyly.  "You know what kind of woman you are now,
they tell me.  I hear you sucked some nice imaginary man's cock for
hours, that they couldn't tear you away from it!  Did you like it?"

"Oh, yes!  Carol, I know now how you felt all those ...."  He
stopped.  It was confusing.

"I'll find you another, baby, don't worry.  But it'll only be when
I tell you it's right.  If you aren't sure, you'll ask me.  OK?"

"Yes," Carl said.  

"Just remember that.  You'll be yourself again by the time we get
home, honey.  One of your selves.  The other will be on call for
whenever needed."

By the time the two of them got home, Carl was admiring Carol's new
look, and Carol was admiring Coral's.  He answered comfortably to
either name.  It was fun being both!  That's who he was!  She was!

Carol had hesitated to bring Carl in for the full transformation
treatment.  It was designed to strengthen a woman's self esteem,
her ability to assert herself, by drawing on her suppressed
resources and possibilities.  That Carl had so easily become Coral
confirmed for her that he must have been Coral all along.  Tonight
he'd become Coral for good, she was sure of it!  

Carl meanwhile was fascinated with this new capability.  He'd been
a pretend Coral for months now, uneasy about it sometimes, but
willing to maintain the masquerade because Carol preferred him that
way.  And it felt comfortable, it had always been comfortable for
him to be sociable with girls the way girls were, and recently to
seem to be the actual woman others assumed he'd become.  Now, he
could actually persuade himself that's what he was!  In fact!  In
the wink of an eye!  Fantastic!

Upstairs, while Carol got out their gowns Carl took a long, soaking
bath.  He was amazed at first that none of his make-up washed off. 
Nor did it soap off.  Nor cream off.  No matter how he rubbed at
them, his huge doll's eyes stared out of the mirror at him, Coral's
eyes, hooded by dark, shining lids.  He remembered that Dolly had
told him it was permanent, mostly tattoos and dyes.  He could be
Carl inside, but his face was Coral's.  Now he had to be Coral to
the world.  For at least a year?  Why not for life, go all the way? 
Carl didn't feel trapped so much as impelled, rushed toward a
conclusion he'd never wanted originally, but now might as well
accept as the course of least resistance.  First his clothes, then
his breasts, and now this.  Look like a woman, live like a woman,
and now the door had slammed shut behind him, permanent make-up. 
Why did Carol want this?  What next?

"Why did you want this?" he asked her as they zipped each other up
and checked the folds in each other's gowns, and smiled in approval
of each other, and darkened their permanent facial makeup ever so
slightly for evening, and prepared to go out.  Carl no longer felt 
addled, just ... well ...  more experienced than before.  More
authentic.  A woman?  Certainly!  He was a little unsure why the
live cock sucking had been imported into his induced
hallucinations, but he decided it was just Dolly's way of
authenticating a woman in him.  And now here he was.  She was. 
They were.  And looking at Carol now was like looking into a
mirror!  He was sure she felt the same looking at him!  "Why make
me over into a woman?  Especially why into another version of
yourself?"

"Because you wanted it, honey," Carol answered firmly.  He would
not be allowed to forget that.  "And because you wanted it I wanted
you to have it, because I love you!  That's why I wanted it.  And
I wanted us to resemble each other to make it easier to share
everything with each other.  The way we always have, but now some
new things too."  She looked at him sharply.  "Now answer this. 
Why did you want it?  Do you even know?"  She waited, standing
stock still.

Carl was baffled.  Was there any point to arguing?  What could he
argue, anyhow?  "Same reason," was all he finally said.

"You're beautiful, Coral," Carol said.  Time to tune my girlfriend
in for the evening.  My soon-to-be-girlfriend.  "And sooooo sexy, 
with that come hither look."

"Do you really think so?" Carl answered, his heart warming to the
compliment.  "You really think I'm attractive?"

"Yes, I think you're a very beautiful, very attractive, very sexy
girl!"

Carl was delighted.  He wriggled his shoulders and then his hips. 
"That's how I feel too!" he said.  "Shall we go?

Slinging his little evening purse over his shoulder, eyes
sparkling, he headed out for their dinner date, wondering vaguely
why he felt so good, why he was eagerly anticipating some kind of
marvelous adventure.  Carol watched him trot out daintily on his
high heels with a certain pride of authorship.  Not even waiting
for me to leave the room first the way he always did, 'ladies
first' as he'd always say.  The very first time, she realized. 
He's no longer a gentleman!   He's a lady, even if that fact isn't
yet entirely settled in his head.  BethAnne said it soon would be,
with a little reinforcement.  That's what he'll get tonight! 
 
Carl did indeed know that he was beautiful, sexy, and attractive. 
He'd been told it, he could believe it, and it felt just wonderful! 
He just loved it!  It put a spring in his step and a special slink
in his walk as they walked to their car to drive to meet Maddy and
her friends at the restaurant.  The same restaurant where Scott had
decided to be a woman for life.  "Maybe we'll all of us get lucky
again," Maddy had commented to Carol.  "I know Coral is going to
get lucky!  It's all been arranged!" 

It started almost the moment they walked in and the Maitre d'
showed them to their table, complimenting both ladies on their
appearance -- Carol was pleased  to see that Carl acknowledged the
compliment by saying "Thank you!" in the pleased, faintly
flirtatious tone of voice he'd sometimes used to play girly with
husbands at dinner parties.  Maddy was seated next to the
prosperous looking middle aged man she'd told Carol earlier she
sometimes had to whip unmercifully before he could cum.  "Some
industrialists are like that," she'd explained.  "Unable to let go
until driven to it.  And he's so grateful afterward!"  Adrian rose
to greet Carol and her "friend" Coral, and to introduce to both of
them "my friend Sergei -- but you've already met him I hear,
Coral?" 

"Yes," Carl replied, sitting down gracefully as Sergei held his
chair.  He was about to comment on the coincidence, that he and
Sergei already knew each other, when he saw Adrian lean forward to
kiss his wife on her neck as she sat down.  

What?

Then worse, he saw her smile affectionately and reach back to hold 
his mouth against her neck just a little longer.  "You know each 
other?" he asked in a shocked voice.  He barely registered that 
Adrian didn't seem to be gay at all!

"Yes, very well!" Carol said, pleased.  "You do too!  You know what 
he tastes like, anyway!"  Then she turned and as Adrian still bent over
her, she kissed him full on the mouth.  "Mmmmm, just lovely!
Lovely!"  Then more passionately, both her arms wrapped around his
neck!  Their faces melted together

This is not my Carol!  Carl said to himself, dumbfounded.  Where am
I?  He was overwhelmed by a chaotic array of feelings as he watched
them, bewilderment, shock, surprise, rage, jealousy, bitterness, 
despair.  Envy?  He couldn't breathe.  He looked again.  They were 
still in a tight clinch, their passion still heating up!  His Carol!

But then he was distracted.  Sergei, seated next to him, took both
of his newly manicured hands into his huge hands and looked into
his eyes.  "You're lovelier than ever, little lady," he said
devotedly.  "So very seductive now!  I heard about your new shape
-- they're real, aren't they!  I love them!  So generous!  And 
what a marvelous new hairdo!"

"Thank you," Carl said abstracted, paying almost no attention,
still staring wide-eyed at Carol and Adrian, whose bodies were
beginning to writhe against each other.  Carol's palm was now
resting gently, affectionately on Adrian's cheek.  Carl's emotions
tumbled all over themselves!  My wife!  My Carol!  My God what is
this?!  She wants him!  Look at him!  I'm not man enough for her! 
Not a man at all!  I haven't been for some time!  I never have
been!

"You can thank me more sincerely than that, you sweet thing,"
Sergei said.  Carl looked at him, surprised.  Sergei now had total
possession of Carl's hands, and pulled each of them behind his back
so Carl seemed to be hugging him and leaning into his face to be
kissed. As if he were Carol.  "Kiss me, little lady," Sergei
muttered, as his huge head overwhelmed Carl and his lips made the
issue moot.  They were kissing!  

Intense shame flooded through Carl, but at the same time there 
was an odd feeling in his groin.  His soft prick was registering 
excitement!  And his thickened nipples had become rock-hard under 
his gown, pressing themselves against Sergei's slab of a chest.  
Now Sergei was caressing one of them, and lightning strokes shot 
through his body over and over!  His anus felt warm, and spasmed 
as if grasping at something!  All those months of hugging Mr. Dildo 
with his rear end, getting fucked to orgasm in his rear pussy!  
It felt so ...!  So ....!  

She seized Sergei around his neck with both arms, kissing him back 
repeatedly while her body half-rose out of her chair to press itself 
against his!  Coral was a woman!  Now she was persuaded!  She wanted 
to fuck him!

Just as I'd hoped, Maddy thought, watching Carl become Coral before
her very eyes.  So there had been a Coral inside him all along! 
She'd never been sure, not that it mattered, though of course it
had mattered enormously to Carol.  But now it was time to finish
him off!  Goodbye, Carl, she said to herself!

"People!" she said in a loud whisper.  "Girls and boys, I know
you're glad to see each other, but this isn't appropriate behavior
for a restaurant.  Shall we adjourn to my house for now, and plan
to eat later on, when we've satisfied our other ... appetites? 
I'll go home first and get things ready for us.  Sergei, will
you drive Coral and Carol and Adrian there?  We'll leave your car
here for now, Coral, and get it some other time.  

They stood and moved out to Sergei's car.  Maddy'd date passed 
some bills and a confidential nod to the Maitre d'.  Adrian and 
Carol flowed into the back seat still wrapped in each other.  
Coral, feeling beautiful, desireable, betrayed, and terribly 
confused, sat alongside Sergei in the front.  Each time she tried
to say something, to call out, Sergei kissed her!  As Sergei 
maneuvered out of the parking lot, Coral looked back at her wife 
and that huge man she'd been kissing.  They were still kissing.  
But now it was different!  At first she saw no faces.  Then she
realized it was because Carol was now straddling Adrian's lap,
facing Adrian, his huge prick apparently already buried deep inside
her pussy.  Her whole pelvic area was writhing convulsively, and
she was grunting and whining as she kissed his face over and over. 

"Oh God!" Coral said aloud.  "This isn't happening!"

"Should you care, little lady?" Sergei asked gently, urgently.  He
pulled over into a side street, then stopped the car.  Carol and
Adrian didn't seem to notice.  "They're happy, Adrian and your
friend!  And I have something for you, too.  Look!"

Carl looked.  There was Sergei's cock rising up from his lap, a
monster, a long, thick-veined barrel with a huge purple head almost
the size of a tennis ball, one one eye winking from its tip.  It
looked familiar!  It looked ... attractive!  It looked like the
cock of his dreams that very afternoon!  

Her dreams.  Coral's dreams.  It was just as Coral had imagined it
in BethAnne's salon when Dolly was busy making her beautiful and
assuring her that all the satisfactions a woman can know would soon
be hers.  And asking her to imagine this one.  Coral took one last
look at her wife, now crying out and gasping for air as waves
of orgasms passed through her tense body, her rear end still
rotating ceaselessly on that stiff prick still obviously deep
inside her.  I have my own life! Coral said to herself desperately!


So just as she'd done in BethAnne's studio Coral bent down and
kissed Sergei's prick, then licked it, then taking it into her
mouth, plunged it deep down her throat.  And rose and fell over it
repeatedly, trying to erase the memory of everything that was
happening back there in the back seat.  Up, down, up, down, and
she'd have smiled if it were possible when Sergei began to groan. 
She was utterly overjoyed when his cock began to throb deep in her
gullet, and she withdrew to fasten her red lips around that massive
purple head and drink deep, gulping and swallowing as spurt after
spurt of his cum filled her mouth.  It was so very wonderful!  And
all hers!  A woman's privilege and glory!  

She couldn't wait to mount him the way Carol was still mounted on 
Adrian, to feel filled by Sergei the way Mr. Dildo had once 
filled her, to peak and orgasm as that massive meat throbbed 
in her!  Sergei slid out from behind the wheel and lifted
her onto him so easily that she barely had time to pull her gown
up and her panties down, and he slid into her so smoothly she
scarcely felt him enter.  At first.  But then?

For an hour, right there in the front seat, Coral reached repeatedly
for paradise and over and over entered it!

When they finally arrived at Maddy's house Coral knew that what
Callista had said about Sergei's prick was true.  Fountains of cum
had poured from it each time he came.  She did indeed need two tampons 
to stuff into her ass so she could walk without leaking down her
hosiery and onto her shoes, and after Sergei had only fucked her twice!
Only twice.  All those things were true.  She'd had no tampons 
with her, but Carol had paused from her pleasures long enough to 
see how Coral was hesitating to get out of the car, how her 
gorgeous gown was at risk of staining.  She'd then produced the 
tampons from her purse.  She'd known they'd be needed!

"Thanks, love!" Coral said gratefully, as she took them and pushed
them both into her at once as if she'd been doing it for years.  
"I owe you!"

"No problem, sweetie," Carol replied.  "Any time!"

I'm now married to a woman with her own sex life, who respects mine!
Carol was now thinking.  At last!  And just look at her!  It's 
marvelous!  There she is liberated, free!  He was a nice man, Carl,
I'll miss him.  But Coral is so much happier!  I think we'll both 
be much happier!  Because I'll always have my Coral to kiss my cunt, 
she'll still love that I hope, and meanwhile now I'll never need 
to fantasize how a real man feels!  Look at the hunks I can invite 
to fuck me now, bring to our own bed if I want to share them with 
her! Maddy was right about the need to open ourselves to new 
experiences.  But she was wrong about my need to dominate my darling.
I can dominate other men now that she's free.  My hubby's free the 
way she's always been, her own woman!  We'll live together the same 
as always, and share everything!  But now we'll share ourselves 
with more people!  

She took Adrian by the hand, and led him up the stairs and into the 
first guest bedroom she saw in Maddy's house.  The bed was 
already turned down, awaiting them.  Carol now concentrated her 
mind on Adrian.  She wanted more hard fucking!  Her body was crying 
out for orgasm after orgasm, just like last night's!  She knew she'd 
have them before the night ended!  

"See you later, baby!" Coral called out behind her.  "Enjoy yourself!"

Flushed, loose-jointed, legs wide apart, her pussy already sore 
from the reaming she'd gotten yet still starved, Coral led her man 
Sergei upstairs and into the first bedroom she found empty.  There 
were sounds from the master bedroom down the hall of a whip cracking 
and a man shrieking in agony or bliss, who could tell?  Maddy and her
date were enjoying themselves, Coral decided.  

As she leaned on the bed and removed her tampons, opening her asshole 
to Sergei once again for whatever purposes he could contrive, she 
was thinking, I didn't want this, Carl didn't, but I guess my whole 
life has been leading toward this.  Poor pathetic Carl!  If only he 
could have been a real girl back in high school.  If only I could 
have been!  Carol's convinced that in spite of all appearances I'm 
really a girl.  So she's changed my appearance. And now look at me, 
what else can I be?  What else can I ever be now?  And look at this 
massive stud I'm with!  I'd better be!  

She told Sergei that he was wonderful, a marvelous lover.  This was
exactly what the Playboy and Screw magazine girls of Carl's youth
always told Carl whenever he jerked off, when he'd had to become
those girls in his imagination so he could speak for them.  As
encouraged as Carl would have been, Sergei wrapped her in his arms
again and gently, steadily pumped her for hours.  When he was finished
with her, she had been well-used by a real man.  She was a real woman.

When they came home from Maddy's the next morning, starved for
food, worn down by the night's lunging and plunging, they headed
straight for their own bedroom.  Cum bathed both their legs, still
oozed from their openings, but they were both too tired to care
now.  There in their own bed, together, just the two of them now,
Carol embraced her new Coral and kissed her deeply.  Then pressed
Coral's head down to her crotch to let her give thanks that she was
now herself, that Carol had at last successfully released the inner
woman.  Coral looked up at her with her fixed, wide-eyed, slyly
delighted look, accepting the way things were.  She was grateful, 
she supposed, and this was how she could show it.  What else could she
do?  Her face soon glistened with both Adrian's and Sergei's spunk. 
Two points for each. 


end 16/17


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