Message-ID: <22419asstr$948665401@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000123112938.14553.00000292@nso-fh.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Threesome Part 13/13, by Vickie Tern. M/f, F/m, F/F, femdom, etc. Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2000 17:10:02 -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 13/13, 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 13/13 by Vickie Tern "And she didn't need to say anything more. Joy, there we were, the two of us, all enclosed in each other's bodies the way you two were when I came in just now, with only one single idea in our minds. The image of you and Ellie sitting in an elegant restaurant, two attractive single women out to attract two desireable men and bring them back to their lair for a night's intimate entertainment. That idea brought us to peak after peak of bliss as we caressed each other!" "But Joy, you had to want to be changed. To want to replace me! To want it desperately! Well, we arranged it. You pleaded to become me! Begged for it! Thinking all the while of course that you were outwitting us. That you were stalling in order to win your supposedly chaste wife back to a life with you of vanilla sex." "Honey, you know now that you were way out of your league. We were miles ahead of you! Look how it took all of your wiles to outwit Tim on that tape. Well, I pull tricks like that on him these days every morning even before I'm fully awake, just as he does to me before the day's out! Everyone loves the fact that you're an innocent! That may have made it easy for us to turn you into a world class sucker, but whether that's good or bad depends on what we give you to suck on, doesn't it?" With that she grinned and zipped up her cases. She was ready to move out. Impulsively, she came over to the bed where I lay watching her, and kissed me on the cheek. "You're so cute!" she said. "I envy Ellie!" Then she said, gently, "As for Ellie's reasons, let's go down and ask her. Here, honey, use this peignoir set of mine to cover yourself. Your hips aren't fully curved yet, and we don't want Elly to remember what you once were. Also, I've got to admit it, I do find you tempting!" I slipped on the negligee, and wrapped the peignor around me. It was like wearing water and froth, a delicious liquid sensation. The color was pale salmon, and the satin and chantilly gave my upper breasts and my face a rich glow. I gave Becky a delighted thank you smile! She smiled back. "It looks darling on you, Joy! Keep it as a wedding present from me, for both of you if it helps you feel more feminine! I never did give you a present. I always thought Ellie was more than you deserved. She's more than you've been able to handle as far as her love of other men goes. But she can tell you more about that!" We swished downstairs talking about dress styles -- I'd learned so much about them at Miss Caroline's, and Becky had been so busy with her career that she'd given them little thought. Of course Becky never dressed specifically to attract men. I pointed out that few women do -- mostly they dress to "express" the way they feel, but even more, to look "attractive" to other women judging them, women similarly responsive to the intricate rituals and languages and customs that establish when a woman is dressed tastefully or smashingly. "It's so much more fun than dressing in drab old men's styles," I was telling Becky animatedly as we entered the kitchen. There, I saw, Ellie had set out three cups, and toast, butter, and jam. "For a woman dressing is really an art form, with so many choices contributing to what needs to be a perfect ensemble that looks just right! It's like fixing your hair differently every day, so you can look your very best whatever the occasion! I love it!" Ellie heard and looked at Becky silently, and smiled at her. Becky smiled back. These ideas and my enthusiasm for them were not from Miss Caroline's conditioning regimen, they knew. I'd thought them up all by myself. She only said, "That is so precious, that wrapper and negligee set, Joy! I love it! So very feminine, and so very sexy!" She beamed a broad smile at me. "Ellie, Joy has asked me why, seriously, we each of us conspired together to turn a perfectly acceptable, mediocre husband into the beautiful girl we see here in her lovely new peignoir." I struck a model's posture, arms high, wrists bent and hands spread fetchingly, one knee bent toward the other, shoulders and hips turned in opposite directions, and I smiled a dazzling smile at the two of them! Deliciously feminine! I hoped I looked it! The other two women were amused by my acting out a beauty I couldn't feel was my own until I'd acted it out. They laughed, then applauded. They understood. Now we really were all girls together. Ellie poured the coffee. "I've told her what I think are Tim's reasons, and I've told her mine," Becky continued. "Can you tell her yours?" "I've already told you, sweetheart," Ellie said softly. "I had my special reasons too. First, I missed Becky, and Joey was a sweetie but no real substitute. Then Becky thought you could become the new girl in my life, an even better Becky, if we gave you the right motivation and the right training. She knew how to set it up, and I couldn't refuse her!" "Second, after we got married I missed feeling really hot, hard-driving cocks lunging into me. You didn't have one. And you were never hard-driving! You were always too sweet, too considerate! So I went out looking for them and found them. Then I couldn't endure imagining how you'd feel when you found out that I need other men now and then. You'd feel such a failure! You'd surely want to end our marriage, maybe even your life! And I couldn't live with myself if you did either of those things! I knew I couldn't! So for me, that was a very big reason to change you. You had to find out about me. But when you found out, you had to like the idea, not feel threatened by it. A girlfriend would like the idea. A husband would feel threatened. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you!" Ellie paused to get control of herself. "Third, I wanted to help Becky with her problem with Tim, just as she wanted to help me with my problem with Tim. Tim was extorting favors from me, to keep him from telling you that I was fucking lots of other men, as I was, and him too, as I was. We both saw immediately how that information wouldn't matter to you if you were feminized. I'd be free!" "But fourth, honey, I had a bigger reason than any of these. I've told you about it already. All my life I've wanted to satisfy myself sexually without guilt or loneliness. I've wanted to cruise men evenings with someone who understands my needs and enjoys satisfying them. It's more fun, and it's safer in some of the seedier bars I've been in, and it opens out many more possibilities among the men." "You see, men tend to come in pairs, so they can impress each other with the pretty girls they pick up, so they can dare each other to do better, so they can console each other when -- as mostly happens -- they get turned down. I needed a girlfriend who'd want to come with me on dates, the way Becky never could. The way guys come in couples, it would make one-night-fucking a lot easier to arrange." "Well, honey, Becky has never wanted to help me there. She doesn't want to pick up men. I've cruised lesbian bars with her, sometimes very successfully! But not straight bars." "Sweetie, I wanted you with me when I was picking up guys for the night, men who could fuck me as you never could. I'll confess it, for a long while I thought about making you a submissive cuckold who wants me to find and fuck other men. It wouldn't have been difficult at all, because you're devoted to me, and you need my love, and you hate confrontations. At each stage, if you objected I could always accuse you of ignoring my desires and my happiness, and then you'd be flustered, defensive, and eventually you'd give in." "I talked to women who've done it with their husbands and it turns out to be incredibly easy, done gradually. For example, first get you willing to accept my dancing with other men at parties or supper clubs. Then my dancing close with them, and making out with them a little on the dance floor. Then my disappearing with them for a short while. Always hold the risk of losing me over your head. Eventually you'll accept my dating them, and finally my bringing them home and taking them into my bed while you use the guest room -- does that sound familiar? All this in the name of pleasures you can't possibly wish to deny me." "I'd always invite you to participate, to come watch me with my men, to participate by making me pretty for them before I went out, or by douching their semen out of me when I came home. So how could you object?" "And then one day it occurred to me, what if I were to make you pretty and then we both went out, what would happen then? Make it seem that you were a girl? You'd have to sit there and watch me no matter what did with my guys -- you wouldn't dare make a scene. But then I realized, I could fix you up with a guy of your own, so you wouldn't be worried about me with mine!" "Well, I mentioned this to Becky, and she told me about how she'd been thinking about turning you into a girl for her own reasons, and our ideas all came together. We thought it all through together. Just imagine, there I'd be picking up guys with my husband's wholehearted approval? With no jealousy to cope with, and no need to console him for supposed inadequacies? Men always feel threatened by better men -- you know about male pissing contests! But if my husband is my girl companion, and he's getting laid by hunky men as often and as thoroughly as I'm getting laid? Well, a girl who's been satisfactorily fucked can't very well feel jealous of a dearest girlfriend who's also been well-fucked, can she? Even if the girlfriend is his wife? Of course not!" "And then to have someone dear to you talk and gossip and giggle with you afterward, someone who completely understands? Bliss! When Becky told me that it was possible to make you over into such a girl, for me to fulfill my dream, when she told me about the transsexual patients she's treated, and how Miss Caroline's School speeds the transition, and about hormone therapies, I was ecstatic! I'd never been happier in my entire life! So of course we had to put the whole plan into effect! All it needed was your consent. And that night Becky first came over, I hinted, and you couldn't have been more eager!" She paused. "I've never been happier, darling. When I woke up this morning, there you were exactly the way I've dreamed of us. I'm happier now than I've ever been anywhere. Do you really mind terribly what we did to you? Be honest with us! Because we've been honest with you!" I took a deep breath. There was still some resentment curling around in my feelings like early morning mist. They'd tricked me, because they knew I'd never have agreed if they'd been straightforward with me. But they did care for me, it seems, both of them! And Miss Caroline laid her foundations well -- I couldn't help but enjoy my new life. I couldn't lie. "I love what you've done to me," I said. My vehemence surprised even me! "I love being a woman! You've just heard me talk about some of the things I love, the clothing, the makeup, all of the adorable things I get to do and wear, my deep satisfaction when they all come together and I look by best!" "And you're right about me as a man, and me with men. I'm much happier with the demands made on me as a woman than those made on me as a man. I'm not naturally aggressive, and I am naturally accommodating. I love people trying to do things for me so I'll grant them small favors -- a kiss or a blow job or a tumble. I love pleasing the people I love. And so forth. I think Becky suspected this about me all along, and knew it when she proposed transforming me. She hinted it to me when I went off to Miss Caroline's, even when she was still pretending to be mean." "I am mean," Becky interrupted, almost without smiling. "With the wrong kind of person. But now you're the right kind of person. You're my dearest girlfriend's dearest girlfriend! I can't help but love you!". "I have to tell you two something else I've thought about recently," I said. "I don't think it's Miss Caroline speaking, either. All my life I've wondered about women as if they were an alien species. We are so very different! Why women are the way they are, how they feel the way they feel. What it feels like to be one, to allow yourself to love, to be sweet, and sensitive, even to cry." I blushed, but kept talking. "And all my life I've been curious what women feel, how other men would feel in me if they ever entered me. A stray thought, but I've thought it now and then. Now that I've had men in me, I have to confess it, I like it! Enormously! That's why I took on Tim despite my antipathy toward him. I could never be sure if those studs at Miss Caroline's were real. But I knew Tim was real -- no one would program a virtual man to be that big an asshole! It didn't take much persuasion to get me to bed down with him. And after the way I'd slutted and whored around during the previous three weeks, I couldn't deny even Tim access to my innards!" Ellie and Becky heard me out in silence. Then Ellie leaped up and threw her arms around me. "Oh Joy," she said. "It's wonderful! You *are* a natural woman after all! We do both love to feel men fucking us! We both do love using them! We're both going to have such good times together!" We held each other very tightly for a while. We were both crying, just a little. "Well," Becky said. "I hate to intrude on this tender moment, but we still have unfinished business. When will you go the rest of the way, Joy? Do we now remove your penis and testicles to provide your men full access? Convert them over? Invert them, in fact, if you must know how it's done?! All right. I can see the answer in both of your faces. You two are so eager to get on with your lives as women! But I won't schedule the procedure until after Ellie is pregnant! Pregnancy you can achieve any way you wish, dear ones. I've suggested a dildo as better than a gravy baster, but Ellie gets to choose. When it's done, we'll put a few million more of your potential kids into the sperm bank, and then we'll do the deed. We'll give our sweet Joy a sweet vagina of her very own. Then when you two next want to conceive, I can be the one who impregnates Ellie with Joy's sperm. I'll use a dildo, because I'll want to be child's father as well as its aunt." I returned for a moment to the real world. "What should we do about Gary?" I asked. "He expects me to go mall crawling soon, surveying and tending to mall managers' needs. I didn't like the idea at all, once. It was humiliating and demeaning, and obviously meant to get me out of the way. But now I like it! Meeting all those men, all eager to tell me what they really need? Sounds exciting!" "I'm coming with you!" Ellie said categorically. She was still clinging close to me. "It's a wonderful idea! We're married, so I'm entitled to half of your available manpower. As your assistant, maybe. Or maybe you can be mine! I've had more experience with malls and men both!" "I suspect you'll both go," Becky replied. "You see, I have one more wedding present for you apart from that peignoir set you both find so attractive. You remember that Gary was once my patient? He came to me last week with a common cold, and I diagnosed immediately a far more difficult ailment, partially psychosomatic. That he's a repressed transsexual. It was easy to persuade him. So he's scheduled to take a medical leave for six weeks starting this weekend, and when he returns to work he'll be a complete woman, totally cured. I've had him admitted to the involuntary patients' wing at Miss Caroline's school for treatment. He is, really, an unconscionable sexist! The way he took advantage of you that day you returned to the office as a woman! Of course he was following my instructions, but I knew he would, because he'd done it so often before with his subordinates -- and even boasted about it!" "When he returns, he'll be a confirmed lesbian feminist, and I'll hire him to administer our Women's Hospital Outpatient Service so we can stay close. If Joy is now your Becky, sweetheart, Gary will be my new Ellie. Designed the way I want him! What Tim will wish to do when he finds out, God knows! Maybe fuck him the way he did you, Joy. But with that tape you made, by this time next year maybe I'll have divorced Tim and married him to Gary. We'll see." We all smiled at that. Becky shrugged. "Of course I didn't give Ellie away to another woman without arranging a replacement for me. I'm not that sort of woman. But this present comes in two parts. When you call your secretary tomorrow, Joy, you'll find that you've been appointed Gary's replacement. You know his work. You used to do most of it while he took most of the credit. You can do it and also fuck selected mall managers without great strain, I'm sure, and at a much higher salary. I'm sure your firm's profit margins will rise along with your fortunes and your ability to raise your clients' pricks." "Will Gary lose that heavyweight tool he hangs between his legs?" Ellie asked. She seemed regretful. I didn't mind. "I'm afraid so," Becky replied. "I'm not interested in it. But to console yourselves, remember that you'll have the only surviving replica. It may become a collector's item." "For Gary's sake, maybe we should make another cast before you ... ahhh ... invert it?" I suggested, thinking aloud. "As a memorial? For him to have handy in case you should ever tell him to go fuck himself?" "Now now," Becky said. "When we're on honeymoons, we should only think sweet thoughts. It's late, girls. Why don't you both go back to bed?" "It's morning, Becky," Ellie replied. "Not evening." "So?" asked Becky with a faint smile. "Will you join us?" I asked. "That's what I wanted, remember? When all this began? A threesome. I begged, but you were reluctant and raised all sorts of conditions. Well, I've met them, every one of them. Can you change your mind now? Please?" Becky's whole face illuminated. I'd never seen her so beautiful! "I thought you'd never ask," she said. "I'd love to." So we all went back upstairs with our arms wrapped around one another. We paused in the doorway to the bedroom, and kissed each other on the tips of our noses. Then on our lips. Three women kissing. So sensitive and delicate! So lovely! And then as our passions rose we reached for the tips of each other's nipples and with exquisite gentleness our faces blended together. Heaven! END (c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be copied to any free archive, but do let me know!  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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+