Message-ID: <22417asstr$948661803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000123112856.14553.00000284@nso-fh.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Threesome Part 11/13, by Vickie Tern. M/f, F/m, F/F, femdom, etc. Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2000 16:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, Vulpine {ASSM} Threesome Part 11/13, 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 11/13 by Vickie Tern He did. When that rampant cock was in front of my nose, I remembered that I hadn't eaten all day! "Just stand there while I prepare you," I said, and I took his cock in my mouth and began sliding my lips up and down it. As he felt his sensations intensify his hips began slight bumping and grinding motions. I lifted off and fixed his eyes with mine. "Stand perfectly still or all this ends now," I told him with an impatient edge in my voice. He did, and I resumed, with difficulty because it's hard to blow a man when your mouth keeps trying to grin. All that advice held! I wasn't servicing him, he was doing my bidding! Then when he was rising toward his orgasm, ready to cum, and I could feel that he was surrendering his mind to enjoy it, I popped him out of my mouth, and he groaned aloud! Good, the bastard! I thought. "Kneel down," I whispered to him, "and undo my bustier in back!" He groaned again when he realized that his anticipated climactic release was not yet happening. But he did as asked, clumsily tangling his pants further onto his legs but reaching his arms around me to find my bustier zipper slide and pull it down. He looked to the cameras as if he were embracing me, I was sure. Now his nose was crammed in the crevasse between my tits, and he was breathing heavily. I leaned back, and his whole face was buried between my breasts as the bustier came free. I pulled his head into them and wrapped my arms around it, both of them. I knew he couldn't breathe, and I wanted to worry him some, just a little, about whether he'd survive this session with this unknown woman. Just when his head was pulling back against my arms, urgently, then frantically, then desperate with his need to suck in air, I eased off just a little. Then as he gasped I whispered "Suck on these!" He returned to first one, then the other, moaning as if starved, tonguing my distended nipples! They were still huge and pointy -- Miss Caroline had explained my body would absorb the collagen injections as my hormones replaced them with real nipple tissue, but they'd always be large, like the nipples on a baby bottle. "Men can't get enough of the breast," she commented. "They're such babies! So give them what they want!" Now I had my own baby sucking and nursing, and the sensations were marvelous. They went through my whole body into my clit, and as I lifted his head and placed his mouth on my other nipple I peaked and exploded! I arched my back and tensed into a delicious state of transport! My whole body pulsed, not just my clit! An orgasm just from nursing a man! I almost felt affectionate toward Tim, and tried to restrain myself. He noticed anyhow and preened himself, and tried to take charge. "You like that, huh, baby? Well, wait till I get into your nooky, that's when...." "Tit fuck me, baby!" "Huh?" "Slide that cock of yours here, between my tits, they're all slick and soaked from your mouth, c'mon, honey, climb up here and plant that cock in this soft, slippery place! Now! I need it!" I didn't "need" it, but I wanted it. This was the plan I'd concocted on my way up in the elevator. I slid way down in the chair, lying almost flat with my butt well over the edge, while he crept up over me to line up his cock and my cleft. As I expected, his twisted pants and shorts pulled my white leather skirt up to my waist, and behind his back I stripped off the adhesive cover Ellie had given me, to expose my cock and balls, my clit and implants, to at least two of the cameras. I had a soft erection, barely enough to make my clit stand up. Tim began sliding his prick up and down in my sopping cleft. To the cameras behind him though it looked as if he were trying to seat his ass on my cock and lap-fuck himself with me. And as my soft clit disappeared between his ass cheeks, it appeared that he was succeeding! Unquestionably I was a man, and unquestionably he was breathing hard and humping me, my prick sliding in and out of his ass. No mere camera could see that this was only an optical illusion created while he was in fact sliding his prick between my breasts. And as he picked up the pace I squeezed my breasts onto that thick stick of his, and felt my plump silicone cushions press against it. ""Oh, yes, baby! Oh yes!" I cried as if my chest were the most erogenous zone of my body. He gave a guffawing grunt and it was over. He tensed, and sperm spurted all over my neck and chin. He collapsed, his chest falling on my wet boobs, and now I was buried under his bulk. I gave him a moment. One down, I was thinking to myself. "Did you like feeling that prick in there, honey?" I asked him loudly. "Oh, yeah!" "Sliding in and out. Want me to do that to you again some time? It feels good to have it in there?" "As often as possible," he said. "It feels real great, snugged in there! Love it!" So there on tape was Tim's confession that he liked getting assfucked, my prick in his rear, sodomy, and all the cameras saw that he was gay while he was slipping his meat between my tits. On tape earlier I had sucked his cock while he stood by. That tape ought to amuse his friends if Rebecca ever wants to distribute it, I thought! There's visual evidence of a mis-placed prick that'll stand up in any court! "Now you fuck me the same way," I said, to clinch the videotape evidence. "Huh?" he said? "Up the ass! Fast and hard and deep, lover! The way I do you when you get that certain craving for it!" That should blacken him with his macho buddies forever, I was thinking. He'll never dare talk tough to a competitor who thinks he's a faggot and can honestly call him 'pussy'if pressed too hard! Given Tim's temper, he'll end up socking his customers and sued by all of them! Before Tim could reconsider I turned face down, knees on the edge of the easy chair and buttocks pointed toward the chandelier TV camera. Toward his cock, as he knelt there still slick and dripping, his spent cock dangling down. He decided I wanted to get fucked then and there, and knew he wasn't quite ready to oblige. "In a minute, baby!" he said a bit apologetically. "Can't get it up? Should I call in some other guys? Would that inspire you? You'd find other cocks exciting? Want to help them get theirs up with that mouth of yours?" He felt insulted but couldn't tell, at such an intimate moment. I almost made sense, and anyhow this wasn't a moment to ask for clarification. "Kiss my ass while we wait!" I said imperiously. "Smooch my butt, baby!" He did. I wondered whether to tell him to "Eat shit!" for the videocamera. But enough! Eventually his thing stiffened enough to enter me, loose as my anus was from its three weeks of real and imaginary reaming at Miss Caroline's. He humped and picked up steam, and I began to enjoy it! He actually brought me off twice when he finally reached his climax again! I couldn't help it! He had as good a cock as Steve's, and I cried out my rapture while clenching and pulsing on him. Then my sensations built and I did it again! It was so good I felt positively cheerful as I turned face and belly up now, slouched back against the cushions, my ass now oozing and my cock and balls now fully visible. I anticipated an irrational reaction when he saw them: disbelief, shock, horror, fury! And prepared to defend myself. It was none of these. He looked inattentively at the unequivocal evidence of my crotch that I was male! But all he did was pull up his pants. He didn't care! "We never did make it to the bedroom, Joy!" he said casually. "Well, maybe next time. Give me a call if you're interested. You know my number." "Huh?" It was my turn to be bewildered. "Joe, you said your name is 'Joy' now, didn't you? Did I hear you wrong? It isn't? It's a cute name! Derived from Ellie's pet name for you, 'Joey,' is that it? That's what Ellie told me she calls you, 'Joey." Of course she was sucking my cock when she said it, so I may have misheard!" I stared at him, perplexed. Bewildered! He knew who I was? He'd known the whole time? What was going on? He reached over and took my limp clit between his thumb and forefinger, lifted it, and let it fall back down. "This is sorta cute too!" he said. "Kinda small now. But Ellie told me it never was much. And Rebecca tells me that soon it won't be any more than any girl has on the top of her slit to help keep her happy while she's keeping her men happy, just a little button. And those things below it are your new artificial family jewels I hear, busy even now making you into a full-fledged broad, big ass and all! Just what the doctor ordered! They look real." He fitted his tie into his collar and flipped the ends into a knot, still looking down on me and talking at his ease. Then shrugged on his sports jacket. "But then you look real too, sweetheart! Who'd have thought it, my old late night talk buddy turned into a fairy by two broads! A fairy who sucks any cock his wife points at him! Well, I've always thought you were a chicken, Joe. A nancy boy! An easy lay! Even Ellie's got bigger balls than you do, Joyboy!" I was flabbergasted! "How long have you known?" was all I could choke out. His cum was leaking out of my ass and puddling onto the seat cushion, wet and cold against my naked buttocks. I felt so exposed! "Longer than you've known, girlie! Ever since the ladies first hatched their plot. Maybe longer! My wife called your wife in to check over our latest divorce from each other. We do that now and then, Rebecca and me, threaten to quit the marriage and see how close we can get to a split before one or the other of us gives in! It's better than sex for two hard cases like us! Well, Rebecca's pulled some real dirty tricks on me, and I've done the same! Maybe that's why we love each other. Because we respect each other! I'm the only man she can't always outsmart, and she's the only woman! For us that's love! You never figured that out? You'd listen to us tear each other apart at your house, and then you'd see us go home together like partners in crime, and you never figured it out?" All I could do was shake my head, my mouth open! "Well, there was this time I saw Rebecca and Ellie fucking each other right under my nose at your house! I was still pissed when I found out that they've been fucking each other all their lives, practically! Or doing whatever girls do instead of fuck. Maybe they did it for spite, or maybe all girl roomies do it, I didn't care. Homosexual infidelity! It gave me an edge! Rebecca couldn't talk me out of the divorce, and finally I could take her for everything!" "Well, Rebecca called in Ellie to figure what to do. She hoped Ellie'd could have some influence on me, because I'd hit on her a few times and never got in, and I wanted her." "Yeah?" I tried to sound tough, manly. But my voice was so high and sweet! I was a girl! That's what I wanted to be! It occurred to me, he was trying to insult me for choosing to be feminine. But I didn't mind! I liked it! That's what I was now. Ellie's sweet sissy! I loved it! "Well, Ellie came up with a terrific answer. Smart bitch! 'How about a straight swap!' is the way she put it to me. 'I fucked your wife, so we'll fix you up to fuck my husband! How about that? Fair's fair!'" "Well, I just look at her. 'Are you off your gourd?' I ask her. 'I'm no fuckin' faggot!' 'Don' worry,' she says. 'We can take care of it! We can fix him up so he looks like a gorgeous babe and fucks like a weasel! If you don't want to do it when you see him, you don't have to! But you'll want to! I guarantee it! I've been thinking about turning him into a girl anyhow for some time now -- as long as he thinks he's a man he's not safe to have around! I know just how. He'll be beautiful! Your prick will salute him the moment you see him!" Tim grinned at me. "It did, too, girlie. That dumb blonde look is just right for a dumb guy who lets his women walk all over him! You know what? For an extra kick, your own wife tells me, I'll fix it so he thinks he's outsmarting you when you dip your dick into him. That really turns you on, doesn't it, when a loser thinks he's a winner until you break the news to him who's really just been fucked? So what have you got to lose?'" This was new! Elaine had done all this to me just as a favor to her girlfriend? And I'd fallen for it? I listened attentively. His cum between my breasts and under my bottom was sticky now, and starting to crust. I was feeling helpless. Ellie'd made me a girl just so Tim could fuck me? But no! I'd asked her to make me a girl! Begged her! I was confused! "Well, Joy baby, she was right! You are one great piece of ass now. Willing and eager, and yet your mind working all the time, calculating, I could sense it! So I've got no complaints! Your wife came through. Tell her the contract's paid in full. Any time you want to make me a new deal just for yourself, Joe, let me know. But get yourself a real pussy for next time, for God's sake. You have a great mouth and a tight ass, and someone's taught you all the moves, and you've got those movie star tits. But you won't be a full-fledged cunt until you've got a cunt!" "You fucked my wife, then me?" I managed to say. My voice just wouldn't growl! I sounded petulant, not menacing as I'd intended. "Just because she fucked your wife. How's that fair?" "Fair? Fair is what you can get away with! Sure I fucked her, baby! Lots of guys fuck your wife! Some weeks her cunt must flow like a sewer!" He leaned over me, trying to be especially nasty. "Joyboy, maybe you don't know. Ellie never wanted to swing from my dick, out of loyalty to Rebecca. So when I agreed to fuck you in trade for Ellie fucking Rebecca, I insisted on fucking Ellie too as a bonus for signing. In case you didn't work out. In case you didn't end up worth even a fuck up the ass! I drive hard bargains. Well, sissy, your wife agreed that I could drive my hard bargain into her any time I felt like it, right up to the moment I drove it into you." He grinned wolfishly. "Well, now you're fucked, so now you're both free! She's yours again. We're square! Not that she'll do you much good any more. Look at that little worm you call a prick, lying there limp on those jelly balls of yours! Useless! I mean, she's a real woman, man, with a real slit! What can you offer her? Go get yourself a cunt, lady! Where's your pride?!" I reached out for what little pride I had left. "But what about the tapes!" I cried out to him. Were there any? Were those winking red lights only stage props? Were the supposed videocameras part of Elaine's conspiracy to get me to pleasure Tim while thinking I was outwitting him? Rebecca didn't need tapes to counter-blackmail Tim! He'd never intended blackmail! He didn't need it! He had a deal! Fuck my wife, fuck me, and call it quits! That evens the score with his wife! "Oh yeah, the tapes. I noticed that. I saw how you were so eager to expose your cock to those camera lenses that you almost forgot to give me a good time. Why'd you run them? To show some Madame when Ellie kicks you out and you apply for a job in a whorehouse, to prove you know the business? To use to blackmail me? Rebecca doesn't need them -- she knows I'm a dirty dealer but a deal's a deal, I keep my word, no nitpicking afterward. The contract's fulfilled. She don't need no tapes to prove I fucked you, Joey girl, and I don't either. Do you? Keep them. They can turn you on when your wife's out whoring somewhere and you're home dreaming about opening your legs to Mr. Right! What about the tapes? Ask your wife! Ask 'Miss Elaine'! See you around!" And he was out the door. Baffled, I stood and went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. The camera lights winked out. When I thought I looked presentable, I went downstairs to the front desk and left off the room key and asked if a woman had left me an envelope. It was there as promised, exactly enough money for a cab ride home and a modest tip for the driver, and not a penny more. And a note: "Come home, sweetie, and tell me all about it!" "Sweetie?" Elaine wanted me to come home now, finally. After she'd tricked me into becoming a passable slut fit to fuck Tim, just to get her girlfriend off the hook, and she'd been Tim's fucktoy for months and months, all the while I'd been a loving and faithful husband to her! I sure had things I wanted to tell her! x. When I got home, Elaine was waiting up for me. She smiled at me, pointed to a Perrier on ice in front of her, and gestured with her head toward the liquor cabinet. I unzipped and slowly pulled off my long boots, noticing that cum had oozed into one of them. Then went to the cabinet. No bottles on top at all any more I noticed, only a filled ice bucket and a clean glass. No more Rebecca? I reached under and took a bottle and poured myself a straight scotch on ice, then sat gingerly across from Elaine, clutching the glass in both my hands, my painted nails decorating the front, my knees tight together. The underside of my white leather mini was still sticky, and I was very much aware of it. Tim had squirted a lot of juice into me. "Where's Rebecca?" I asked. I had some things to say to her too! If I could keep my nails out of her eyes! "Rebecca's gone," Elaine answered. "Gone back to Tim. So I've put the bottles back under and out of sight again, the way we like to keep them. She'll come by to pick up her clothes tomorrow. We've done what we had to do. Both of us. The three of us. It's over now." "Oh?" She hesitated. There were serious things to talk about. She was confronting what her eyes told her was a woman, her protege, a former husband who was now irreversibly the girl she and Rebecca had created together. She first tried to reinforce the notion. "Wasn't that dress just perfect for what you've been doing, Joy?" she asked. She warmed to what she was saying. "Didn't I tell you I'd tell you how a girl should dress to encourage a new lover? So how was he, girlfriend? Tell me everything! Was he scrumptious?" "What we did is what we did, girlfriend," I said, underlining that last word ironically with my voice. "You know how he is! You didn't tell me everything, so I don't tell you everything! He was satisfied with me. He says you've fulfilled your part of the deal. That's all you need to know!" I lapsed into pouting silence. "Aww, poor darling! You liked it, that's what I know! The surveillance company brought over the tapes, and I've seen them! You loved it! You loved being clever, outwitting the man even when you were supposed to be servicing him, and you loved feeling superior to him while he was servicing you, and you loved the sex too! You adored the sex! I heard it! All that moaning when things warmed up! With a guy you've never liked, too! You can't deny it! I've seen the tapes!" I tried icy disdain. "Then you heard how he told me all about his deal with you. You fucked his wife so he fucks you and then me to even his score with her! Some deal!" All she did was nod. I tried indignation! "Elaine? Ellie! You used me! Your husband! Just to keep him from sueing your friend for divorce!" But I couldn't sustain it. I burst into tears. And once I started, I couldn't stop! "You used me, you used me!" I sobbed over and over, my shoulders shaking. And I couldn't help it. I began to wail, "Oh, Ellie, we were married, and we were loving, and we trusted each other, and look at us now! You used me! Look at me! You sacrificed me to your girlfriend! You sacrificed us!" Then I broke down utterly! Ellie could barely hear what I then said through my agonized gasps and squeals and sobs. I was feeling so terribly lonely and miserable and wretched and lost that my body collapsed! I wailed, inconsolable! I could barely squeak out more accusations: "You made me his whore just so your friend Becky could score points in that divorce game they play together!" And then I cried out my agony at the top of my voice! I had not known that mere mortal flesh could feel such anguish! Such despair! I went into another world where my sobs and cries overwhelmed each other. Now Ellie's face turned very pale and very serious. No more jocularity. She knew she didn't dare move to comfort me, or I'd lose it altogether and run screaming from the room. "You could say that," Ellie replied, in a very quiet tone of voice. "Is that what that son of a bitch told you?" There was something in the way she said just that, no more, that comforted me. Gradually I got control over myself and quieted down. She cared! Deeply! Maybe she'd wanted to maintain the past three weeks' charade for a little while longer, but now she was terribly unhappy because I had come home distraught! Because she still loved me? And she wanted me to love her, just as I had always loved her? As I had just proved I loved her by doing everything she'd asked me to do with Tim? When I was quiet, making only a miserable keening sound now and then, she asked me, "Did he tell you what the tapes were for?" That almost started me off again. "No! He doesn't know what the tapes are for! He doesn't care! And neither do I! Not now I don't. I thought I did! But you lied to me!" She looked so mournful when I said that my heart suddenly lurched! I've never been so self-pitying, I realized. Could it be those female hormones awash in my bloodstream? I've got PMS? "No, sweetheart," she said gravely, "everything I have ever told you was true. Tim was ready to strip Becky of everything because of her adultery with me, because I loved his wife, his possession, his thing, without his permission or knowledge! I'd committed the unforgiveable sin against Tim. And so he was using blackmail against us! He was being successful at it, too. But his price wasn't only you! It was also me! It was us!" "I know," I said with a small catch in my voice, still trying to breathe. "He told me you were having sex with him on call to seal the deal with me, in case..." I paused to recover my breath, "in case I didn't work out! In case when you made me a girl I wasn't pretty enough for him!" "No!" she said, furious, then caught her breath, and continued. "First of all, you made yourself a girl, sweetheart! I only helped. Strictly speaking, Rebecca helped! And believe me, you were right when you urged us to make you a girl! Because that's been the only way we could possibly preserve our marriage. But not because of what you think! Not because of me and Becky. Because of me and Tim! And because of us. Because sooner or later you were going to find out the truth about my sexual adventures with other men. I can't help myself, that's how I am! I tried to warn you when I changed my wedding vows the very day of the wedding, but you paid no attention! You didn't know! You never wanted to know! But when you found out, you are so sweet, so dear, so trusting, so loving, I knew that the truth would destroy you! And I couldn't bear to see that happen! I love you too much! It would have destroyed me too!" I sat up, and stared at her, prepared to listen. This was well beyond me. "Elaine...!" I began saying. "First, wipe your face, dear," she said to me. "Your mascara is all over your cheeks. You don't need that much -- remember, Francesca dyed your lashes black, and they've always been full, a girl's lashes. I've always envied them. They're beautiful lashes. I love them!" I wiped my tears and swallowed some whisky. And began to feel a little better. Now Elaine was being nice! She was my Elaine again! "And my name's Ellie, my darling dearest! It's always been Ellie for you, from the moment I first saw you across all those tax charts on my desk years ago, when you first came in to that tax office asking for help. I was Ellie to you when Rebecca first objected, and when I married you I became your Ellie for life! But during this past month I couldn't let you know that. Or you wouldn't have done your part to save our marriage. Which now you've done, so bravely and heroically, too! I'm married to the most marvelous girl in the world! I'm so very proud of you! I'm so humbled by your courage and dedication that I'd be privileged to suck your cock, if you had one. For the first time in my life I wish you did!" Was she joking? Having more fun at my expense? No, this time there were tears in her eyes. I got up and sat down next to her and took her hand. "Tell me," I said. And reached my arm around her shoulders. I was surprised to feel them quiver -- she was afraid! Afraid to lose me? I leaned back, ready to listen. "Everything I've told you since you offered to become a girl, since you became the girl you are, is true," she said. "I never promised to be true to you till death do us part, and maybe you never noticed that during our ceremony! But I did promise to have and to hold and to love you, and I do want to, and I mean to do that, if you'll let me. Till death do us part. Forever!" I nodded. And waited. There were more tears forming in her eyes. Her beautiful eyes mine could never match! "You are the most marvelous husband a wife could ever have. A month ago you offered to share me with another woman rather than lose me. Then you declared that you were willing to become another woman if that is what it would take to keep me. As it did! And tonight, as the most marvelous woman in the world you were unstintingly generous. You screwed a man you despised for my sake. No, not for my sake, for my best friend's sake was what you thought. For my lover's sake, for your rival's sake, Rebecca's sake, despite the fact that she has always seemed to despise you! For my sake finally! Because I asked you to do it and you love me!" I nodded. My breasts I noticed were pinched just a bit, pushed up as they were in my white leather bustier. But this was no moment to interrupt anything and change into something more comfortable. They'd keep. I smiled slightly to myself. Yes, they'd keep. end 11/13 VickieTern@AOL.COM -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+