Message-ID: <22423asstr$948669003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000123112651.14553.00000264@nso-fh.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Threesome Part 6/13, by Vickie Tern. M/f, F/m, F/F, femdom, etc. Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2000 18:10:03 -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, newsman, Vulpine {ASSM} Threesome Part 6/13, 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 6/13 by Vickie Tern At first I was depressed, but as I thought about it my heart began to glow. I was still her sweetheart! She loves me all the more now! I found that I was humming that "West Side Story" song "I feel pretty" to myself. It was all I had left. I checked my face in a hall mirror as I carried in the first course. My make-up was still perfect. It really was cock-proof, just as Francesca had said, and kiss-proof too. I did feel pretty! That night well after midnight I was surprised to wake up to see Miss Elaine standing by my bed, looking down on me. I said nothing, but she must have seen by gleams of reflected light in my eyes that they were open, because she leaned over and pulled back the covers and whispered, "Joey, my lovely Joy, we've been married a long time, husband and wife, and now that's all changing. Roll over onto your back and pull that pretty nighty up past your hips, because tonight I want you to know exactly how I feel." I did as she asked, an instant erection mounting high skyward it seemed to me, though I suppose not high enough for her, from what she'd told me earlier. In what seemed like one movement she leaned over and then mounted me, knees on either side, sinking my cock deep into her. She was already so slippery I could scarcely feel her wet warmth, but soon she begin to rotate her hips, and to rise and fall and rise again over me, and I began to feel that wonderful pressure building in my groin. "This is how I feel," she said, rotating her pelvis into the most delicious bump and grind rhythm imaginable. I was near fainting. "You've been such a wonderful husband! Putting my desires so far ahead of your own that you're willing to alter your own altogether. Would any other man volunteer to become a woman in order to keep his wife? Would any other man be willing to share her with another woman, and hear that he's also been sharing her with other men the whole time? My knight in shining armor! Soon to become my darling Faery Queen! You are so very special, sweetheart, and I do love you! Remember that during the next few weeks. It may not be easy!" She corkscrewed her pussy down onto my cock, over and over, now with a special intensity. I could tell from old experience she was nearly orgasmic. Around and up and down again even more passionately. I thrust up hard into her and then suddenly felt myself pass the point of no return! Bliss! Extended, succulent, sweet bliss! Stretching on, soaked in honey, squeezed way up into her! Higher bliss! On and on it went. Tight, joyous joy! Joy! Then finally, release! Pulsing, delicious squirting my heavenly juices high up into her innermost santum, throb after throb, just as she herself tensed excruciatingly and then herself spasmed over and over on me, her pussy squeezing and milking me. She began to keen, opening her throat into a moaning wail with each outgoing breath. Then she collapsed on my chest. I caught my breath and said, "Well!" I was about to say something more, affectionate and reassuring, but her hand felt for my face and then settled over my mouth. "No, darling!" She waited, to recover for another moment from the orgasm we'd just shared, the greatest of our married life! "Don't say anything! Wasn't that tremendous? I'm so happy for you! I wanted you to remember exactly how I feel, how my pussy feels when your prick is sliding inside it. Because when you go to Miss Caroline's things will change. Becky tells me that after Miss Caroline's many men can't ever again get engorged hard enough to penetrate a pussy. Their cocks become cute little boneless finger-sized clits. Now, that can be fun too. But it means that this may well be your prick's farewell to my pussy. So I wanted you to know one last time how I feel when I'm snug all around you! I wanted one last fuck for myself too! To remember you by!" My penis shrank as she spoke, and then flopped out to lie flaccid on my belly under her leaking crotch. No more erections? "But it won't be your mouth's farewell to my pussy, my new Joy! By no means! I was thinking, some of your stomach's upset over Gary's semen may have been from the idea of it, the idea of swallowing such rich fluid. You've never tasted cum before, have you? Well, now you can drink up all of that delicious juice you've just put into me. Your tongue and my clit and my slit are going to become old friends once you're my live-in girlfriend. No matter whose cum is oozing out of me when I come home, I'll always want to share it with you. Because we're married, and I really do want to share everything in my life with you!" In another single swift movement she rotated her whole body around and knelt with her legs on my pillow, straddling my head and looking down at my shiny, now-shriveled cock. She planted her knees on my shoulders, and clamped my head between her calves, and I found I couldn't budge my head! Then her haunches slowly lowered onto my face, and she buried my nose in her dripping slit. I began to suffocate! But then slowly she thrust her groin forward, then backward over my face, bumping and grinding again, wiping her pussy slit across my nose, back and forth, so my nose rubbed from her clit to her asshole. "Suck, sweetheart!" I heard her say from somewhere above me. "Suck my fuckhole! It's your fuckhole too! Do it!" I did it, gulping air and cum whenever I could. Fermy, salty, pissy, viscous glops of our fluids rolled onto my tongue, and I swallowed it to keep it from clogging my nostrils. Her wiping grew more vigorous, and she called out for me to suck her harder, harder! A few times my nose pushed deep, deep into her anus, then slipped out and down to tweak her clit, then back in again, even deeper! Suddenly I heard a muffled series of cries like "Ooof! Oooof!" as her whole rear end stiffened and bore down on my head, cramming my skull into the mattress and then holding it there, fixed, interminably. She seemed to be paralyzed. Then suddenly she relaxed, and then gout after gout of a thick tapioca of slick, hot, coagulated cum squeezed out of her cunt, spasm after spasm, into my open mouth. My Elaine had orgasmed! She lifted her hips and shifted her knees off my shoulders. I swallowed down the last of of her cunt's fluids and breathed free again. "That was just beautiful!" she said, herself still a little breathless. "Just beautiful, darling! See, cum is wonderful after all! Now kiss your mistress goodbye." I waited. But she didn't move, and I finally realized what she wanted. I lifted my head as high as I could and pushed my face back between her legs . My lips contacted her distended lower lips, her swollen labia now dripping with my saliva instead of my sperm and her juices. They were my whole world! I kissed them delicately. Then passionately. Then fiercely! She waited until my frenzy of obeisance died down. "So sweet you are," she said. "And it'll be so much more fun when you come back to us. You'll know so much more, Becky tells me, about so many more things. Now kiss me again, and thank me for tonight." I kissed her slit again, and said "Thank you, Miss Elaine." "You're very welcome, dear. Now sleep tight. Enjoy the taste of all that delicious sperm in your mouth and tummy. I told you your problem with Gary's cum was mostly in your head. You'll love it next time, I'll bet. You just needed gentle treatment, and a chance to appreciate it when people offer you their most intimate body fluids as a gift." As she reached the door to my room she looked back. Dawn dimly lit the room. "Francesca was right," she said seriously. "Your make-up really is pussy-proof! Not at all smeared. You're really not much of a man at all any more, honey. But you're certainly the prettiest you've ever been. In a way I'm going to miss my hubby. But I suspect you'll soon help me forget him." v. The next morning I dressed simply in clothes Miss Elaine provided -- bra and panties, skirt and blouse, a button down sweater worn open, and pennyloafers. I saw in the mirror that I had no need for makeup -- my huge eyes and pouty lips were as expressive as ever. After the previous day, and especially after last night, I felt a little apprehensive. My self-assurance had retreated to a new defensive position. Until two days ago it had been based on my ability to take charge and arrange things. I'd play along, and when I saw an opening, break loose and take my wife with me. But with this happening my life was utterly out of control. I felt the beginnings of a new desire, a need to please, to placate, to seek approval and hope for the best. To submit to the women who were in fact in control of my life. To try to become one of them, if that's what they wanted, if I could prove worthy. There lay my safety. If my Miss Elaine could feed me my own sperm lovingly from her vagina, and then ask me to thank her by kissing her tumescent cunt lips, I had to be prepared for anything, and prepared also to feel grateful when it came. Rebecca came into the kitchen while I was setting out dishes for breakfast, carrying a little case. She seemed strangely subdued, almost able to say something friendly to me. "I've got two shots for you this morning, Joy. Between them, you'll probably find you're impotent, but don't let it worry you -- in fact one of them is to keep you from worrying about anything." She injected me, and I just watched. There was nothing I could do about it. Here comes womanhood, I thought. "Don't bother to shave today or tomorrow," she said. "Miss Caroline will want to give you full facial and body lasers, and they'll need a bit of stubble to help them find the roots. I'll confirm by this evening whether or not you go tomorrow morning." She grinned for a moment. "Since your beard will be visible today, maybe for the last time, stay home and practice being a housemaid. Do the laundry, make the beds, and so on. Show how useful you'll be when you're our live-in maid. Once you're properly respectful, and once you accept your place without resentment, I won't mind you and Miss Elaine now and then doing whatever you'll be able to do by then." Miss Elaine came down and I placed her usual breakfast before her without a word. She saw the empty syringe kit on the kitchen counter, glanced at me with a slight smile, glanced at Miss Rebecca, but said nothing. She and Miss Rebecca then began chatting about their work for the day, in low tones, as if already accustomed live-in friends, paying me no attention at all. I was already their servant girl. As she left the house. Miss Elaine paused to instruct me to practice fixing my hair, and to wear enough make-up to look decent if someone came to the door. She told me that before they returned I should change to the brown housemaid's dress and apron I'd find in my closet. I'd wear it whenever waiting on them, to remind me that I was not an equal partner in the household. "Yes, Miss Elaine," I said after each order. Miss Rebecca looked up and suggested I curtsy when I was acknowledging formal instruction. She stood, and without taking her eyes off me demonstrated the leg movement, the dip and bow with arms spread. Then watched me do it. "But you'll keep your eyes downcast when you curtsy, Joy. Modestly. Always. If we come home with a guest, even if we take that guest into our bedroom, you should not appear to know or care whether that guest is a man or a woman. You will never look directly at any of us. Is that clear?" "Yes, Miss Rebecca," I said, curtsying while examining the floor in front of me. "I understand!" "I'm sure you do," Miss Rebecca replied. "Because this is what you asked for, isn't it? It's exactly what you want?" "Yes, ma'am," I replied. It still seemed better than living here with the two of them making plans to move out and leave me alone in an empty house and an abandoned marriage. Or with me planning to move out. A would-be woman is what the world now thinks I am, I realized. I can't be anything else. I can't go anywhere else. Maybe I can still have some of my former Ellie. She smiled and soon after, left. I spent the day making beds and doing other cleanup housework, trying to accustom myself to my new station in life. Trying to imagine myself a woman. The kind of woman I could imagine myself, anyhow. It was comforting, in a way. Easy. I felt serene. My main responsibility was to be neat and subservient. That afternoon I planned and began to fix dinner, and then just before my Ladies were due to return I changed to my housemaid's uniform. To be respectful and submissive while by myself wasn't too difficult. It was reassuring! And meanwhile I could wait for an edge, an advantage I could exploit! That evening when Miss Rebecca came home she told me I'd be leaving for Miss Caroline's the next morning, and then asked about any erections (there had been none). I served her and Miss Elaine dinner without a word, and I overheard them discussing whether it might be a good idea to send me to culinary school once I returned from Miss Caroline's. They seemed to think I had talent that way. "Maybe he should go to hairdresser's school too," Miss Rebecca said, her voice loud enough for me to hear easily. "So he can mix with the other faggots. Then when he isn't busy sucking them off he could learn how to make you look more desireable to real men!" "That's wicked!" Miss Elaine replied, delighted. "But crocheting, embroidery, petit-point, any kind of needlework, those are all arts Joy would find fascinating, I should think! They'd help keep his mind focussed on small things, so he doesn't brood over the larger implications of what's happening to him." "Oh, I want him to know what's happening to him," Miss Rebecca replied. "And when he's completely feminized, I'll want him to know everything! When there's no turning back." "Everything!" Miss Elaine sounded amused. "Becky, you really are wicked! Not that it'll matter by then!" So my ladies had some kind of secret they meant to tell me, I thought to myself. Some day. I could wait. I felt so tranquil, meanwhile. So sedate. As if I had been sedated (I smiled to myself at that). When they went to bed together I happened to be clearing cordial glasses away from the sideboard in the living room. I only glanced up as the bedroom door closed on them. My two mistresses are going to bed now, was all that registered in my mind. I felt quite placid. So it was something of a surprise when I was lying in bed alone, my second night alone, wearing what I realized was the very nightgown Elly had wanted me to try on years earlier, and in the gloom I saw Rebecca open my door and come in. "I want to see for myself before you go off to become someone else," she said abruptly. "Elly says you suck cunt as dedicatedly as you suck cock. She got me hot and bothered tonight telling me, but then she fell sound asleep. And I don't want to awaken her -- she'll have a hard day with you tomorrow, setting you a good example, so you'll just have to take care of me now." I was amazed. Also reluctant, because being trapped into sex with a man like Gary while I'm still a man was is thing, but for me sex with a woman, any woman, was classical marital infidelity. I had never been unfaithful to Ellie, and as I sank deeper into femininity I needed all the more the self-respect that fact provided me. And I didn't like Rebecca. I didn't want to pleasure her! I stared at her and she stared back. She was perfectly well aware why I was hesitating. "That nightie's very becoming, Joseph," she said, not unkindly. "You may make a passable woman after all, eventually. That's what you want, isn't it?" "Yes, Miss Rebecca." "So you can stay with your wife. Your former wife, Miss Elaine. Isn't that so?" "Yes, Miss Rebecca." "Why are these little efforts necessary, Joseph?" "Because she prefers you, Miss Rebecca. She'd rather live with you." "And would I rather live with you?" "No ma'am." "Then it's up to you to persuade me, isn't it? To find some reason why I should keep you on?" "Yes Ma'am!" "Then get up and kneel next to the bed and persuade me. I'm open to argument!" I did as she asked. She lay down across the bed on her back with her buttocks just on the edge, and spread her long legs wide apart in front of me. I leaned in and sniffed at her snatch. It was dripping, musky but flowery. Perfumed? I leaned in to give a tentative lick to the top of her slit, where her clit should be. It was. I tongued it once. Then with the suddenness of a female spider binding in her webs any male who dared touch her, she wrapped her legs around my head and clamped her thighs tight on my ears and pulled me into her. My nose sank through her labia deep into her wet pussy. I could no longer move my head, nor breathe. I expected to smother. But while I could still move I began to nudge her whole groin with my face, repeatedly, until her thighs loosened slightly and I could gasp a breath of air before she closed me in again. Then my tongue, nose, lips, mouth, everything I could muster began to move and lick and wipe and press deeper into her. She began to move in turn. I licked and flicked and nibbled as her hip motions grew more prolonged, more strained, until at her peak she lifted herself half off the bed to meet and match and press her clit and snatch against my whole head, rotating her pelvis on my nose and tongue. Then when she opened her legs wide and I could hear again, "AAAAAGGGHHHHHHH" was what she was shouting in sheer joy. She fell back on the bed and began to catch her breath. I didn't dare move, bowed, still on my knees, still fearful of fainting for lack of air, breathing as deeply as I dared. "See, I told you," I heard my wife's voice behind me. "Isn't she wonderful with pussies? So dedicated! A natural-born lesbian, now that she no longer thinks she's a man! Did you give Joy something, that she's was that ardent, bringing you off? She looked starved, as if she wanted to eat you from your crotch to your navel!" "I gave him a choice, lick me and excite me or suffocate!" replied Miss Rebecca somewhere above muffled, still short of breath. "All right. I'll allow he's good for this. I'd hoped that after Miss Caroline we'd be seeing the last of him! But the first time he intrudes on us, the first time he fails to give either of us complete satisfaction -- I send him away. He'll go on Gary's company call girl list, and he'll fuck whoever he's told to fuck until his ears clog up with the cum they'll pump into his ass and we can toss him away like a used-up scumbag. Or maybe I'll just come back here again some night, and do this again, but really asphyxiate him, clamp his nose and mouth so tight he can't breathe, and let him drown him in my cunt juices. I'd love to make out that death certificate: 'Cause of Death -- Drowned during cunnilingus!' He nearly did this time!" "You hear that, sweetheart?" "Yes, Miss Elaine," I said still-breathlessly. "I'll be good!" "You'll do everything you're asked to do, and agree with everyone who tells you what you want. For three weeks. Then you can come back to me. And to Becky, and Gary, of course. And anyone else we say!" "Yes ma'am." I said it devoutly now, sincerely, with my whole heart! "Let's go to bed now, Becky. I think he's learned!" As I lay back on my bed, I realized that I had passed a crucial entrance examination without even knowing it. I may very well also have saved myself from death by drowning in Rebecca's cunt -- she really could arrange it if she choose. This affair between Elly and Becky was far more consequential than I had imagined -- together they weren't at all the women I'd thought them. I decided to do everything either of them asked me from now on, as asked, and hope to survive mainly by slavish obedience. Only then could I see if like Orpheus I would return from this strange new Hell I'd entered in order to find and to win back my wife. Who no longer seemed to be my wife. And as far as sex went, never had been. vi. The next day dressing was easy -- the same skirt, blouse, and sweater, and as I tripped out of the house toward the car where Miss Elaine waited with the engine running, Rebecca stood for a moment in the hallway in her red dressing gown and then surprisingly, volunteered a comment. "I've been very hard on you, Joy. Because as you know, I don't trust you. And you know why. But please understand, everything I've done has been to change you enough so I can begin to trust you. It's true, I trapped you with Gary, but you did do what Gary asked, and now your sexuality's closer to what it needs to be, what you said you wanted it to be before you'd really thought it through. You've serviced a man, and you won't ever forget it, will you? Once a cock sucker always a cock sucker. And you've gone down on me, and the previous night you went down on Miss Elaine. All without drugs, without argument, just from your desire to please her and your need to please me. And that desire exalts you, doesn't it? I don't think you sincerely want to become a woman, not just yet. But I think now that you mean to try, to try to become sincere. To try to change. To submit to become a woman. I hope so." "You now know what your marriage has really been, and what it needs. I'll be happy to allow you to join us, Joy, if that's who you really are. Let Miss Caroline help you. It's your only chance." And she actually bent forward and kissed me on the cheek. My bristly cheek, with its day's growth of beard on it. I knew what that cost her. I leaned forward to kiss her back gratefully, but she looked startled and pulled back. So I just said "Thank you, ma'am, I will try!" She looked pleased. Miss Elaine drove me out into the country only a short way, among rolling hills where some of the larger estates of our area were located, some of them with stables visible from the road. Miss Caroline's School looked modest by comparison as we passed through the gate and drove through trees to the portico. It looked like one more ordinary country estate set behind a high wall -- no more than ten or twelve bedrooms, with a facade of brick and English Tudor, a style of American architecture that usually signifies unease about new wealth and a desire to associate it with settled prosperity. It too had a stable behind it. "It started as a sanctuary for battered women," Miss Elaine commented. "Then it affiliated with that women's hospital Becky's helping out, and began experimenting with behavior modification. First how to condition the women to assert themselves, then how to train their husbands not to assert themselves. Then to train them to submit to their newly dominant wives. Then to make them into submissive wives themselves, when their wives requested it. Or other sorts of women. The staff are very good at it now. A perfect success rate, Becky tells me. And a long waiting list -- you're lucky, Joy!" Miss Caroline was standing on the steps to greet us as we got out of the car, looking plump, cheerful, brisk, and reassuring. "Welcome, dear hearts," she called out, advancing to seize Elaine's hand with both of hers. "Elaine, isn't it! So lovely to meet you! I've known your Rebecca, Dr. Lander, for many years, she's referred some of my most successful students to me. And this young lady here must be Joy!" Her eyes flicked penetratingly over me, as women's eyes do, and she saw instantly what Francesca had done to me yesterday. "That's a very pretty hairdo, dear, so flattering, and it must be so easy to take care of! Do come in, both of you! We'll tend to your luggage." There was an elevator in the main foyer. I was surprised that the indicator registered not only two more floors above us but four below. The building was much larger than it appeared. I wondered what was in those windowless rooms beneath. I learned later that they were exercise rooms and dormitories for the "trainers" who worked with Miss Caroline's "students." Also medical facilities, including a fully equipped operating room "where anything can be reshaped to anything" as I was told. Also a series of lounges where women and near-women could work with their trainers in private, studying and practicing various feminine arts in utter seclusion. There were punishment rooms too, a ward attendant told me with a meaningful glance, and punishment areas including the stables, which did indeed stable horses. "I've seen stiffly stubborn men become wannabe girls overnight, eager to be girls, after a night with one or two of our stallions," one attendant commented, amused. I resolved to stay away from them if I could. We settled in chairs in Miss Caroline's private office, and she moved behind a huge carved desk to sit on what would have been a throne if it were free-standing. Then she folded her hands on the desk and beamed at us. "I think I have all the information I need, dear," she said to me. She indicated several fat folders. "And I have your wife's signed permissions to do whatever seems necessary or helpful, with you or to you, and your earlier proxy signing all such determinations over to her. All well and good. But now I need to hear certain things from your own lips -- your lips are very becoming, incidentally, but why the 1920's retro?" end 06/13  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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+