Message-ID: <5162eli$9710251351@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG: Queer Halloween by Vickie Tern 3/3 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971025012300.VAA13527@ladder02.news.aol.com> New TG: Queer Halloween by Vickie Tern 3/3 Femdom Wife MM MF For those whose reality includes fantasy, not for those who fantasize reality, not for those who can't tell the difference, and not for those under legal age. I guess that about covers it. He looked me over appreciatively. My face was still flushed from my two fucks, and I was still feeling a little squishy under my short leather skirt. There must have been something in the way I stood, or moved, that told him that too. "Are you what you seem to be tonight, Anne?" I took Ralph's arm. "You bet," I said. "Try me." He wrapped his hand around mine, securing it firmly on his arm. I was off and running again! "Tell me, Anne, why are you doing this to him?" "Payback. He fucked other women and fucked with me once too often. He thinks if he wins tonight's costume contest I'll forgive him, and he would've won, too, because he is certainly acting out the way he looks, and you know that's not the way he started out. He's absolutely convincing, don't you think?" The dancing couple dipped deep, and as Mike leaned back holding Jerry partly between his legs, I realized that if Jerry had a vagina at that moment Mike's prick would have slid all the way into it. "'He *would've* won' you say?" Ralph asked. "You mean he won't?" "No," I replied. "It's a shame. He doesn't know it, of course, but what with all the details setting up this party I seem to have forgotten to appoint judges. Nobody's watching. Or everybody's watching, but nobody's judging anybody. Not tonight, anyhow. Tonight we're whoever we are because that's who we want to be, never mind why." "Then shouldn't we be somewhere else, looking for refreshments, or refreshing ourselves?" "Yes. Just a moment. All right now. There, see? It's happening much faster than I'd hoped. Your Mike has Jerry by the hand and seems to be talking to Roger about something. Yes, Roger's directing him to that same bedroom just down that long hallway. Let's wait just a moment, and then we'll follow. I want to see what happens." I looked at Ralph. "Even more, I want Jerry to see what happens. Are you willing?" "I never refuse a lady," Ralph said with mock gallantry. "Especially a lady like you! I'd never risk it!" We stopped to chat with a few people and to sip some of the excellent champagne Roger had contributed in the name of employee relations, to give Mike and Jerry a chance to settle in. Some guys from the office started toward me when they saw my look, then deflected in other directions when they saw my arm wrapped in Ralph's. Maybe fifteen minutes passed, We drifted down the hallway, and then into the room. Jerry and Mike were in full fling. Neither of them even noticed us as we stepped inside quietly, and in the dim light sat down on the other bed to watch the two men thrashing away at each other. Jerry's purple pants were no where in sight, probably crumpled up somewhere en route to the bed. There he lay, bare-assed on his back, his legs high up on Mike's muscular shoulders. Bare-assed isn't quite the right word, Carol, because what I saw was a huge prick, bigger than any I'd ever seen anywhere, bigger even than the dildos they display in sex shops, and it was sliding in and out of Jerry's anus like some gigantic piston pushing and pulling inside its cylinder. Ralph and I could see it perfectly when it was withdrawn practically to the head then plunged all the way back in, Jerry giving a little mewing shriek each time. I'd wanted Jerry's first ass-fuck to be a wholly new experience, a discovery he made all on his own, so I hadn't prepared him with dildoes or butt plugs or anything to stretch him out and relax his sphincter. Now I regretted it. It seemed cruel, what I'd done. There he was helpless under that gorgeously muscled man, pinned down like a bug, and that huge thing was sliding in and out of him mercilessly. All he could do about it was make those strange high-pitched squeaks. "Enough," Jerry cried out suddenly. "For God's sake, that's enough!" He remembered his partner's name. "Mike! It hurts!" As my eyes got used to the dim light, I could see Jerry's face streaked with tears, his mascara run a little. Was it pain or mortification? Probably both. "It always hurts my partners at first, Jerry honey," Mike said. "No matter how many partners they've had before, I'm always a little...stressful for them. But soon enough they begin to sing that old song, 'Pull it out deeper, it hurts so good!' Then they can't bear for me to leave them. You'll see, sweet cheeks!" Even so, Mike slowed down, and his humping pelvis seemed to thrust more gently. "You're tight, Jerry. You're sooo tight! You've had fewer partners than I thought from the way you responded when we were dancing together. You seemed so casual then, so matter of fact. But now no matter. Just lie here under me and get used to feeling a real man inside you, until you're ready to really enjoy a real man, and you feel like pushing back on me. I can go slow like this for a long time." Jerry thrashed his head in desperation, and then saw me sitting there with Ralph, the two of us holding hands. His eyes opened out wide and then bulged! He stared at his boss, then me, then Ralph again, and all the while that great penis of Mike's disappeared into his anus and then reappeared. "My GGGoddd!" he said, and then seemed to choke. Obviously, seeing his boss calmly watching him impaled by Mike's huge prick overloaded him. His focus shifted to my face. "Anne? Enough!" he cried, still pinned against the bed like a butterfly, his legs spread like wings up over his head, his naked ass now nearly empty, now filled to bursting. "Please, Anne, tell him! I'm not like this!" My moment had arrived. "Jerry, you just want to have all the fun!" I replied, forcing out each single syllable word separately. "And you've had lots of fun, you have! But I want my fun too! And I'll have it! Just watch me now!" He couldn't pull his eyes away, and in the twilit room a fantasy unfolded that must have seemed to him a nightmare. I wanted it to seem dreamlike, so I moved slowly. First I gestured Ralph to rise, and he did with excruciating deliberation -- he'd caught on to my little scenario. I undid his pants, and sat him down in slow motion, and knelt and applied my mouth to his cock as if it were a child's lollipop. When I glanced up now and then, Ralph was looking amusedly over at Jerry, his employee folded nearly double, thighs pushed into his chest, eyes nearly out of his head in horrified bewilderment, going out of his mind. Mike continued his slow pumping, in and out, in and out. "Take good care of our customer, Jerry," his Boss said to Jerry mildly. "And I'll take good care of your sister here. I wish I'd known about your orientation earlier, I would have given you many more accounts like Mike's to tend to. But it isn't too late. They're yours now. We'll talk about it Monday. Enjoy yourself! Mike, you know we both appreciate your business." "Oh Jerry already appreciates my business, enough for the both of you," Mike replied. "Don't worry. But if you don't mind, Jerry seems stressed out now for some reason. We'll just watch you two if you don't mind, and I'll stay still and give Jerry's asshole a chance to stretch a little more. I do want him to enjoy what we're doing." Jerry was still speechless, his asshole crammed and stuck and immovable. He tried to wiggle free for a second, but only worked Mike's cock deeper. So he stayed still, still bug-eyed, his head turned, apprehensively watching my every move. As if in his dream I took Ralph's cock head into the back of my mouth and pushed it into the back of my throat. "Oooooh!" Jerry groaned, as I turned sideways and looked slyly at him. Then I closed down on Ralph's cock and forced it into my gullet, and then slid it up again. "Beginning to relax, are we?" Mike said to Jerry. "Well, you'll soon see. I'll soon have you so loose and supple you'll think we're both swimming in butter." "AH!" came next out of Jerry's mouth, a high-pitched shriek that would have been more suitable coming out of my mouth. He'd just realized that I'd just deep throated his boss. I'd never been able to do that with him, even when he'd begged me to try -- I'd always gagged and coughed. But I'd been practicing with my dildo, and now it seemed simple enough. "NNGGNGGNNGHH" I let out a deep, contented groan when I next had Ralph's cock way down in my throat. It sounded muffled and strained, almost inhuman as that solid meat pressed on my vocal cords from the inside. But I wanted Jerry to hear that cock's pressure, to feel it with his ears. He did, and replied with another cry, even higher pitched. "You want to suck on my cock too, honey?" Mike asked him. "Don't worry, you will. We have all night. We're going to know everything there is to know about each other before morning. Jerry replied with a squeak, maybe because Mike rubbed in that promise by withdrawing, then slowly pressing in again until he was back in all the way again. "Sure, I know," Mike said tenderly. "It feels good. You're getting softer, and I'm getting harder. That's the way it should be." Jerry couldn't reply, because at that moment I stood up, still slowly, wiggled my leather-covered ass onto the bed, lay back, and spread my legs wide. "Come into me, Ralph," I said. "Come into me. Roger's fucked me twice already, so you'll slide right in with no problem. I want your cock in me, deep. I want you to feel some loving wiggles and wriggles no one has ever felt before. Not in me, anyhow." Jerry watched as his boss mounted me slowly, and saw his long, thin cock slide on and on and in through my crotchless panties until finally Ralph's thighs were mashed against my leather mini skirt. Then out just as slowly. Then in again. I was beginning to heat up again, but just before I wrapped my arms around Ralph's neck and closed my eyes and began to thrust back with all my heart, soul, and might, I looked over again. Jerry still stared straight at us amazed, and I saw that Mike too had picked up the pace again. I also saw that Jerry was now lifting his ass up slightly but noticeably on each of Mike's approaches. Then there was another moment some time later, after I had risen under Ralph to a glorious orgasm, and a delicious peace flooded me, lasting for a while before I began to build again. Again I glanced at the couple in the other bed. Success! Jerry was now holding Mike's head in both his hands and kissing him voluptuously, as he'd never kissed me, while Mike just kept stroking in and out of him with long, easy thrusts. I thought to myself, Jerry must have figured that when your wife's fuck is inevitable, relax and enjoy your own. Or maybe watching his boss slam raw meat into me has turned him on, the voyeurism emphasizing his helplessness, his helplessness emphasizing his humiliation, and he loves all of it. Or Mike's monster cock had finally found Jerry's point of no return. Or Jerry always has been a repressed closet queer, and that's why all the skirt-chasing. Whatever the reason, he's not repressed any longer! Then I stopped thinking about it altogether, and concentrated on the wondrous, glorious, sublime feelings sweet, dear, marvelous Ralph's long, long cock set glowing in me, then blazing, then exploding, again and again as the night wore on, and not one of the four of us stopped or even slowed down. God what heavenly fucking we had! We'd better ask for the check now, Carol. Oh, my, I feel so warm! It must be all that wine! Waiter! v. Anyhow, I opened my eyes again when daybreak began to break up the dark outside the window and I could see shadows of separate trees. I looked around. Mike and Ralph were both asleep, each spooned into his lover, each hugging us. Ralph's hand rested lightly on my breast, and oddly, Mike's hand caressed one of Jerry's nipples even in his sleep. I vaguely recalled hearing Mike say affectionately to Jerry as he was falling asleep, "You're a wonderful girl. I love the feel of your pecs. Don't go queen on me too soon, and get breast implants or anything like that, Jerry. Not right away. Promise me. I want to get to know you better as you are." I listened closely, but all I could hear from Jerry in reply was "Heeahh!" in a high, soft voice, which I'm sure Mike took for a 'Yes.' But I was thinking as I fell asleep, I hadn't promised Mike anything myself. Jerry could keep his pecs for the present, maybe, but this thing was far from over. I untangled myself from Ralph and stood up, and felt a deep puddle of his cum suddenly bubble out of my cunt and start to trickle down my leg. For the moment I ignored it. Should I ask Jerry to....? No. His face was already crusty enough with Mike's cum. I crossed over to Jerry. 'C'mon, honey," I whispered to him. Time to go now. The party's over. Wake up!" Then I saw he wasn't asleep. His eyes were still fixed open, a pained, defeated look in them. Maybe he hadn't slept at all, just watched me and Ralph as we did things together all night long? What he must have seen if so! Maybe he was hoping Mike would wake up and fuck him true blue one more time? I'd find out later. "Never mind how your ass feels now, lover." I said to him. "Mine feels the same way. You saw!" I saw in his eyes that he had seen. My ass had been virginal before tonight. He'd often wanted in, but I'd always wanted him in my quim whenever his cock was hard enough to go in anywhere at all. But Ralph was incredible. His third fuck had been into my ass, long and languorous and beyond my ability to describe it. And then his fourth was back into my cunt again. And wherever he pushed into me, my whole body rose up and followed delighted, and I came and came, orgasm after orgasm. So I could hardly complain. "No, my butt hole is not for you," I said, guessing what might be on his mind. "You have your ass and I have mine. Mine will never be yours. Other men's, maybe, but never yours. Don't even think about it. You'll find other men who can fit into yours if you feel a craving. I won't mind. I'll find other men too." He lay stone still, now looking at me piteously. There was no doubt that my confident, cock-swinging, manly husband was way past recovery. "We're both sore now, but I'm sure when we think about things later, and remember how it felt, we'll feel very good indeed down there. And in time we'll both get used to accommodating our lovers down there. You'll have to, I guess, if your boss gives you all those new accounts he mentioned. And now I'll want to. I'll surely want to. C'mon now, honey." I reached out my hand and he took it, detached his chest from Mike's hand, and carefully, not to wake Mike, swung his legs over the side of the bed. He sat gingerly for a moment. But the pressure on his butt must have seemed too great, because he then painstakingly stood up. He tried to walk toward the bathroom, and managed only his mincing lurch. I could see cum glistening between his ass cheeks now, and a shiny streak further down the inside of his thigh. There was a smear of red still visible on one cheek, not altogether wiped away by the rest of the night's gyrations. My poor dear had indeed lost his cherry! When we were in the bathroom and the door was shut, I turned on the night light. There were his clothes, half soaked in the tub where Mike had probably tossed them after they'd showered together before their little tete-a-tete, Jerry then still under duress and Mike powerfully muscled. No telling if Jerry resisted, but I doubt if it was more than token. "Oh dear," I said. "You don't have those pretty purple pants to wear any more. But there's a dress hanging in the closet over there. I'll get for you to wear home, so you can be decent. Just wait". This was more than Jerry could handle. He'd really had a hard night this time. He stared at his drenched fag gear. "You aren't going to tell anyone about this, are you?" he said. "This is just this night, isn't it?" "It is if you want to quit your job and find another," I said. "And find another town to live in. Just when you've been given some of the best accounts in the industry. But that's up to you. I've gotten my satisfaction now. Roger and Ralph were just lovely. You were even lovelier, dear. I'll get that engraved for you to wear, if you'd like. Here, put this on, and we'll leave. Jerry seemed stunned when he heard that reference to his last girlfriend's inscription. Maybe the last girlfriend he'll ever have, I thought gleefully, but I didn't say a thing. "You knew!" he said. "You knew about Jocelyn the whole time. You've been getting even! But you said that after tonight you'd forgive me. Now what are you talking about for me? Is this what you have in mind for me from now on? Dresses?" "Oh, no, Jerry!" I told him. "It isn't a matter of balances, you owe me so I pay me, and that way I'm even. I do forgive you. Last night you did everything I'd hoped and more. But now we're living in different worlds. This morning we're both different from when we came here. And there's no going back. You're set up with Ralph's special clients now for good it seems, no down sizing ever. If you stay with Mike's kind you'll be a member of the mincing-in-tight-pants brigade. You heard him. No breasts for now. But then there are other clients I'm sure who will prefer a less manly account executive, one who can be a little more delicate, and gracious, and soft, a little more femme, more of a temptress, or a coquette. When you meet with them you'll find you'll need to choose which way you want to go." "No, sweetheart, I won't put you into dresses. But maybe they will. You will, maybe, after talking it over with Ralph. Maybe simply for convenience you'll want your own breasts, hormonal or implants. That'll be entirely up to you." "As far as I'm concerned, now that you've been used like a faggot or a woman, you have to decide which. Either way you're now like me, a whore available to a variety of men. And we both know it. Neither of us can ever forget it. So no, there's no going back, sweetheart. I myself don't want to, I like this new life, different cocks hard at work trying to satisfy me each night, men using themselves up in me while I keep going and going. I'm satisfied. But are you gay now, Jerry, or are you a girl? Which?" He looked up at me, grim and mournful. "Cheer up, sweetheart! I myself think you have much more talent toward gay. Compare this year's great performance with that sorry spectacle last year, when no one thought you were a girl even for a moment. But now everyone, even your own boss, thinks you're as queer as a three dollar bill. And I must admit, I prefer you manly to altogether effeminate, even if you're some other man's man. I'm not yet through with your cock. I just want to know where it's at from time to time, who's using it besides me." "You don't seem at all sorry you fucked both those men last night, Anne! At least I am for what I've done!" Jerry was feeling for the moral high ground, but there wasn't any! "That's right, not at all! Tonight I got from other men what you've been getting from other women ever since we got married. Laid! Isn't that so? You never felt bound by our marriage, so I see no reason why I should. It's just a matter of my catching up, is all. I mean to try." As we sneaked through the now pale lit living room and out to the driveway and our car, I whispered to him. "That's it, a perfect walk. You've finally mastered it. Still dripping? I'd carry a tampon from now on if I were you. You keep swishing your asshole like that, as if there were still a cock in there, and there soon will be!" "It's priceless! Now everyone thinks you're really the gay man I wanted you to become this Halloween. So from now on, honey, weekdays at least we remain sister and brother. You'll just have to keep being your new self, whatever the clothes you actually wear. No one will believe after last night that you're not what you seem. And if you claim you're not, when everyone at the party saw you and Mike together, you'll seem something much worse!" "On weekends we can make it up. Then if you want to be my great macho lover again, I'll always welcome you into me. I don't want you to prefer all men to any woman, after all. Not to me, anyhow. We *are* married after all! You *do* have a wonderful cock, and though Mike isn't inclined to make use of it I certainly am. Of course whatever happens happens, even on weekends. You do have a darling tush, and I can't fend off the whole world!" Jerry seemed gloomy as I drove us home, hunched over in his dress so the early morning traffic wouldn't recognize what he was wearing. He knew that his days as a Don Juan among women were done for, and said as much. No way could any woman think of him as a great lover. Not since his behavior Friday at the office, confirmed by rumors no doubt already spreading about last night's party. "Did I at least win that prize you wanted me to win?" he asked. "I don't know," I answered as we approached our old neighborhood. It too seemed different. "We weren't either of us there for the judging, were we? We were both busy somewhere else, remember?" I was feeling quite cheerful. If Jerry was now a member of the gay community, reluctantly, I was now also committed to my own new Halloween way of life. I wondered how long it would be before Jerry wondered why his sister was working late nights on so many week days, maybe as many as he'd be working with his clients from now on. I wondered if he had access to Ralph's day book, where his sister would certainly be mentioned frequently. I knew I'd show up in Roger's almost as often as I showed up at the office for work. As I thought about posh dining clubs, I wondered how long it would be before we ran into each other at one of them, Jerry and me, and nodded our acquaintance, and Jerry would introduce his sister to his man for the evening, and I'd introduce mine. Above all I wondered how under these circumstances I could possibly keep my figure, your very first question, Carol, now really come back to haunt me. Maybe it would balance off, I was thinking, because Roger and Ralph and the other men I mean to enjoy would be giving me some pretty exhausting workouts. Maybe for a special treat we could let Jerry and his boyfriends watch, and pick up pointers. So you see, Carol, it won't do you any good to try to resume that old long-term relationship you've had with Jerry. It's over. That's why he could tell me about it in the car going home, about how jealous you were of that Craig Associate woman, about how you threatened to blow the whistle on him. Well, you certainly blew it! Now I suppose you'll have to train Tim to do the things Jerry used to do with you. Maybe in a few months I'll check out how well he's learned them, and teach him a few more things. If it happens, you'll know. You can count on it! Let me pay the whole check, Carol, please. Be my guest. I asked you to meet me here after all! You can get the tip if you like. Then we really should get to those sales. Both Jerry and I need lots of new things to wear now, obviously. I only wish I knew whether he'll be wanting to wear more of his own kinds of clothing, or he'll want to start wearing my kind. It would make the shopping so much easier. END (c) 1997 by Vickie Tern. Archiving and copying for personal use is fine, but sale or resale is a no-no. Vickie Tern@AOL.COM -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /