Message-ID: <24330asstr$959512208@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: VickieTern@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <60.37e2dd6.2661230d@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} New TG: Cute, 2/10 by Vickie Tern M/F m/F M/m F/F etc. Femdom too. Date: Sun, 28 May 2000 07:10:08 -0400 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: gill-bates, apuleius, dennyw New TG: Cute, 2/10 by Vickie Tern M/F m/F M/m F/F etc. Femdom too. The sex in this story is sometimes heavy and explicit, though not cruel, so you may not wish to read it. If you shouldn't read it because you're underaged or overly judgemental, don't. All comments welcome: VickieTern@AOL.COM (c) 2000 by Vickie Tern. May be freely reposted, but only on free archives. ii. Yes, I have to agree, Katie, in a way it's really flattering to be wanted that badly. And it was never Vince's subtlety or judgement or sensitivity or tact that attracted me to him in the first place. It was that cock! And that same arrogant confidence that whatever he wanted, he'd get, and that of course I'd want him to have it! Back then I surely did -- his pounding fucks were mine too! And I'd never given him reason to think there were other things I cared for more than him, even Laurie. A terrible problem! The man was a force of nature -- how could I stop him? Send him a firm and unequivocal Dear John? He wouldn't believe it or read it. If I told him I was a free agent, by choice not his woman but Laurie's, it would only encourage him to enter the bidding for me with a higher initial offer. I had a year's warning -- should I just put the problem aside and wait for something to turn up? No, I knew Vince, his obsessions were like snowballs rolling down hill, they only grew larger with time. And waiting would squander my one advantage -- I had a full year to prepare something, to put a plan of some kind into operation. But what plan? Put out a contract on Vince's life? I didn't know anybody in that line of work. Try to seduce some high school stud to kill him? Better, but that was a sure way to guarantee tabloid exposure of the whole sordid mess. Send Laurie away on some pretext until I could send Vince away? Neither of them would ever really leave me, I was sure. Seduce Vince, and pay him with my body to forego my body in the future? Pay a drug addict drugs to forego drugs? This was terrible, Katie! My poor, sweet Laurie. It seemed to me that our happy marriage had only one more year to live. And I knew that if Laurie did away with himself, or if our marriage died, and it was because of me, I'd die too in a way. I couldn't tolerate the thought! I had a really bad week, moody, really miserable. Fortunately it was a very busy week at work, or I'd probably have acted on the only plan that came to mind. Pre-empt Vincent's threat -- that was how I thought of it, a threat, though to Vince I'm sure it was no more than an honorable declaration of intentions. Tell Laurie about the whole affair myself first. Tell him my own way, and then we'd face it together. And in that way destroy his faith in me, his trust, maybe even his love for me? Katie, I just couldn't do it! That would have been the end of me! Because I do love the poor darling dear, madly, passionately, irrationally, completely! He's my everything! Without his love I'd feel so ... deprived! I know, Katie, but that's the way love is. What can I say? You know what? He knew I was distracted, and miserable, and he tried so hard to cheer me up! Every night that unhappy week, my sweet dear made love to me and then went down on me and cleaned himself out of me. He remembered how good it had made me feel that summer I was so tired from fucking Vincent. And it did, a little, I'd asked him to do it now and then even before Vincent, when things were't too great at the office and I needed to relax. And he always did it! I think he liked doing it! Some men do. No, never Vince, not then, anyhow. He's learned some things since. Each night that week Laurie'd get into bed with me and feel my unhappiness, and he knew it was useless to ask me to tell him why. If it was a problem at work, I knew he had his own problems, I shouldn't burden him with mine. So he'd simply kiss me. And I'd cling to him so sadly. And then slowly, wistfully, we'd make love. And so much of my sadness would flow down into my pussy and then onto his cock and turn into pleasure as he pressed himself gently, sympathetically, passionately into me and then I'd twist back on him to prolong the intensity, and the pleasure would build and then overflow, and leave me gasping, my eyes filled with tears. My Laurielove would kiss away each of those tears, and then suckle on my breasts while I held him there, my baby, my dear, sweet baby. And then move further down, while I spread my legs wide to welcome his tongue, his mouth, his face, whatever he wanted to use to stroke my cunt. And he'd sip, then taste, then suck our combined fluids out of me, along with my melancholy. Then at last I could sleep. In the morning I'd be back facing my misery again, but at least fully rested. Well Katie, that Friday night Laurie took me in his arms and hugged me and asked me what might cheer me up. I just shook my head, but my arms clung to his neck and I just couldn't let go. Then he surprised me. He does, now and then, you know. "We had a good time last weekend, shopping, didn't we?" he said. "Yes we certainly did," I said. I remembered how pretty his hair had looked teased up and sprayed, and how amused I was, listening to him discuss his periods with a completely strange woman, one woman to another. "And I've come to your bed night after night since then, haven't I?" I just held on as tight as I could. There was nothing I could say. "And we've made love each time," he said. I sensed he was going somewhere, so I just lay still against him, waiting. "I've fucked you every night this week!" I nodded. "But you haven't fucked me once!" he said, in a mock petulant tone. What was he saying? "What?" I asked. When we made love, I might begin unresponsive, distracted, but I always finished in a gloriously intense orgasm, with gyrations that gave him back everything he was giving me. I didn't understand. "You said last week that if I was the woman of the house you'd mount me if I wanted you to. Well, I'm not having my period now, so I want you to. Here I am, way past sweet sixteen and never been fucked!" Katie, I almost burst out laughing at that. It sounded so ludicrous! And I knew he only wanted to cheer me up. "I'd love to, baby," I said, wondering if I sounded more like Bogart or Redford or maybe DaCaprio? Who would Laurie's favorite male lead be? An odd thought. What movie star would my hubby like to imagine is fucking him? "But I don't have a hard on right now! I don't even have a dick!" He reached into under his pillow and pulled out a package of some sort, I couldn't make it out in the gloom, and he handed it to me. "You do now, honey," he said. "A dick with a permanent hard on. Do me. I want you to. Please. It would help you feel a little less helpless, I'm sure!" Now his voice was low like last week, but intense too, like Lauren Bacall's. Still a little bit his own though. I let go his neck. What was he up to? It was exciting! Just as he'd hoped I suppose, I was beginning to forget my woes, fascinated by the oddity of the moment. "OK, baby." I said. "Just make yourself pretty for me. I'll be right back." He smiled, and stretched his arms up so I could ease my way out of our bed. In the bathroom with the light on I saw what he'd handed me. From a store called "Fetishes Galore" I saw as I unwrapped it. At first I couldn't make it out, but then it was only too clear! They were funny, and obscene, but also interesting, even a little arousing! Double dildo panties! Where had he gotten them? No matter -- he'd been thinking of me! A stretch panty girdle I saw at a glance, of good quality and in my size. A gelatinous rubber cock fastened to an inside seam where it had to penetrate deep into my vagina if I were to wear the panties at all. The base bent round to the front of the panties, and where my mound provided firm backing it penetrated through the fabric and into the air beyond in a towering erection! Both penises were marvelous facsimiles of the real thing, with purple helmeted crowns and veins along their shanks, firm but pliable, rigid but velvety in texture, with soft heads. Just like Laurie's, I thought, tweaking it. Or Vince's, I thought, grabbing the larger of the two. I saw that the inside penis was smaller but that they were both detachable. The big one was really a monster, almost Vince's size. My mind was made up immediately. 'I'll have to go easy on my poor dear this first time,' I thought to myself. 'But at the same time I'll do myself a favor!' So I reversed the penises, putting the huge one inside the panties, and the average-size cock outside in front. 'Just about Laurie's size,' I thought with a faint smile. 'He'll feel comfortable with it.' They screwed snugly into place -- they were nicely designed, like the plastic screw-tops of hair-product bottles. I wondered what other sizes they might come in. Then I saw that at the base of the outer penis there were balls, that the penis had a urethra leading to a gasketed opening atop the balls. A squirting mechanism! Sure enough, I thought -- squeeze the balls and they'll fill up through the penis like gravy through a basting tube when you squeeze the rubber bulb. Then squeeze the balls again and this thing will spray like the real thing! 'Fill it with what this first time,' I wondered. 'What kind of spunk? Hot water, so when I cum my darling can feel his guts getting warm? K-Y jelly? Something cloudy and sticky, maybe hair conditioner?' I grinned to myself a little maliciously. 'That's got the right consistency for cum! Fuck him! Fill him full of it! He's asking for it!' I grinned even more broadly when I saw how masculine the aggressiveness that had welled up in me. 'There's no question about it,' I told myself. 'Pricks rule the world!' I realized I had better pee before pulling the panty-girdle over my proper parts, because I wasn't sure how easy it would be to take it off again with that large cock inside me and my pussy lips clenched tight on it. Maybe I'd never want to take it off ever? I stood over the toilet the way a man does, but straddling it of course, when it occurred to me that I could piss through my penis, taking aim and everything, once I set up to do it. Another male prerogative seized! So I set it up. I peed into the bowl I use to rinse out my fine lingerie, and then pulled I the dildo panties up over my twat and pushed the bigger dildo into it. Oh, my! Just like old times! I was already soaking by now, and that thing slipped in with no hesitation, but still, it stretched me wide! Much bigger than Laurie's. It gave me that familiar full, filled feeling, and already I felt the first stirrings of what I knew would become an orgasm. And there meanwhile, leading the way, was my proud cock, bobbing up and down over its balls, nodding to the bathroom fixtures. I dipped the tip of my cock into the bowl of pale yellow pee and squeezed my balls, then released them. Most of my urine was sucked up on the first squeeze. Now I was loaded. But instead of standing to pee, without even thinking I turned and went out the bathroom door and back in to Laurie. There he was still lying the way I'd left him, but now quite naked, his nightshirt tucked near the stack of pillows we always kept at the head of the bed. He'd tossed one of my chiffon scarves over a bedside lamp, a red one, and in the blushing light Laurie actually did look pretty! And you know something else? I looked closely, and he was actually wearing lipstick! He'd put on some of my lipstick. He really was trying to look pretty for me! My doll! But I had the initiative, I was in charge, and though I meant to be considerate of my sweetie I meant above all to take my pleasure. Should I do him doggie style or face to face? No issue there! I wanted to watch his face change when I took his virginity away from him once and for all time! "Stay on your back! All those pillows go under your ass," I told him. "Then spread your legs wide and lift your knees to me, pretty girl." Without a word he handed me a tube of K-Y, arranged the pillows, spread himself as I'd asked, leaned back luxuriously, and closed his eyes. And did my darling ever get himself royally fucked! Every awkward high school boy who had ever leaned over me poking at my entrance, every entranced or cocksure college boy who had gotten into me once or dozens of times during those four years, they all stood by me watching, muttering advice, grinning encouragement as I slathered half a tube of K-Y on my cock and on Laurie's asshole and leaned over him. I was surprised, pleased, but also awed to find that my sweetheart was trembling! He really was afraid just a bit! Then I felt for his rosebud and found it, and pushed against it with the soft head of my prick, and after a moment's pause while he grimaced and recovered his control, the head of my cock entered him just past his anal ring. And I had taken my husband's cherry! It was just great, Katie. I felt just great! I was his stud, and he was my babe! I pushed on in -- no problem, once past those outer muscles -- and as I pressed in deeper I felt the penis inside my own cunt shift and move, a knob at its base pressing urgently on my clit. I pulled back, and felt my own inside lover slide out just a bit, caressing my clit delicately. Then in again. And out. A warm center of joy deep down in me began to mount, to rise up. Higher. It was perfect! I paused a moment, and saw in the pink light that Laurie had opened his eyes and was watching me, his face aglow. I felt such a sudden swelling of affection in my vitals for this person I loved so dearly, and who loved me, and on the very next forward thrust I leaned forward and licked at his nipples. Then took one nipple in my lips and sucked on it. He moaned, so wondrously! Then the other. A squeaky whine escaped him! Why hadn't I thought of this before? And then I got serious. I picked up the pace, and almost immediately came into my first orgasm! A rocketing climax that forced a shriek from me! Then a quiet time as I humped away, and then a new steep climb to another orgasm, this time tight spasms in my pussy clenching the cock within me, my secret lover. This was not pleasuring my sweetie, I realized. This was using him to take my own pleasure. I was fucking, not making love, and as I pounded my lover's ass visions of Vincent floated in front of me. 'Fuck him too!' I thought. 'Fuck all those bastards!' And I shoved mightily at my bitch's ass and I came yet a third time. I was wondering what Laurie might be feeling when I noticed that his groin was beginning to rise slightly to meet each of my forward strokes, and then to retreat as I did. Promising! I smiled a superior smile to myself and began to swoop instead of push into him, and I noticed that with each he lifted higher and rolled his hips a little more before pulling back further. I picked up the pace with him, and soon we were in perfect synchrony, thrusting, lifting, swooping, rolling, faster and faster in ever widening arcs until suddenly Laurie lifted his whole bottom high into the air as if trying to cram me into his asshole cock, balls, and all! "My Gaaaaad!" he cried out. "AaaaahhhhhGaaaaaad!" And I felt his erect and tense penis, until that moment crushed against his belly and neglected, throbbing powerfully as cum spurted from it. Almost as many throbbing spurts as Vincent's! My darling loved getting fucked! So at that moment I leaned in on him even harder, and reached down with one hand and squeezed my pee into his guts three, four, five times, over and over, until I could feel that my balls were empty. 'Now he's mine!' I thought gleefully. 'Now he's branded, mine! Now he's carrying my pee in his belly, from deep inside me to deep inside him! He'll absorb some of it, and it will become a part of him! And some time tomorrow he'll give birth to the rest! It'll come out of his vagina and he'll be the mother and it'll be my pee!' It was odd, I know, but that was how I felt, Katie. I know that Laurie felt something strangely transformative deep within himself too, because with each squeeze of my pee into him he issued a peculiar, high pitched squeal, as if he were a young girl peaking into his first orgasm, then another, one after another. I'd really brought him off! And Katie, I felt serenely satisfied. I had been in charge the whole time. But I wasn't done! As I pulled out of him yet another impulse seized me. I gently lowered his legs and put them together -- just touched them and he complied at once, really -- and then I scooted forward to straddle his chest. "Kiss it, Laurie," I told him gently. "Kiss your Lord and Master." He did! "Now suck on my cock to show your appreciation!" He did that too! Now you have to understand, Katie, this was new for us! He'd gone down on me hundreds of times, no matter how sloppy I was, I've already told you, and of course I'd gone down on Vince whenever he wanted me too -- I worshipped that cock of his, I really did. But I'd never gone down on Laurie! I don't know why, exactly. He was such a gentleman, so concerned for me that he never insisted on anything, and early on in our marriage maybe it was perhaps I didn't feel like it some one time when he asked me. So he never asked me again and I felt it improper to ask him. Our lovemaking was good, especially for me, because he'd so often make love to me with his penis and then his mouth, and leave me feeling rapturously content. But I'd never taken his penis into my mouth. Yet he sure had mine in his! I smiled down on him. My angel cock sucker! He really was mine! I loved him. Nothing would ever separate us! I wouldn't permit it! And as I watched his lips curve and slide along the shank and over the head of my cock, and as he sucked some last dregs of piss out of my balls and I orgasmed yet again, and he finally released me, a solution to my problem with Vincent occurred to me! *The* solution! It was blinding! One that rendered Vincent's threat irrelevant, and left me my darling for life no matter what might threaten to separate us! Even if it didn't out work exactly, my sweet Laurie would disappear -- there'd be no husband for Vince to tell about that summer. He'd never find him! I'd hide Laurie from him in plain sight! As a woman! My Laurie would become a woman! In every respect. We'd make love like this, over and over, until Laurie accepted it, preferred it, craved it. And I'd see that he changed his body to accommodate it. When Vincent came seeking my husband to tell him about that summer storm of ours, there'd be no husband to tell. The old Laurie would be nowhere. The threat to our peace of mind and our marriage would be gone. Could I live with a feminized Laurie? Oh, yes, given the alternatives! My precious! He might even enjoy my doing it to him! Though I could never tell him why! That was it! I know, Katie! It sounds wild! But I was desperate! And somehow I knew I could do it! 'Should I ask Laurie to deep throat my cock to celebrate my arriving at this solution to all our problems?' I asked myself? 'No,' I replied to myself. 'The first cock he deep throats ought to be a live one. One that's warm, and throbs, and spurts real cum, the way his own does now. For now, anyhow. Maybe even Vincent's cock? That would be amusing. But if so, I'd have to be sure they both know it, and know what it means! Can I do that? Would it humiliate Vincent, thinking he can just walk in and claim me this way? Would my darling ever be willing to do it?' Katie, I was thinking all sorts of crazy things like that! The lid was off, somehow! I lay down on my sweet, sweet Laurie and kissed his pretty mouth. He looked so very content, smiling to himself. What had he had in mind? He'd seen that I was worried, that I felt anxious and out of control. Like when some business competitor had put me at a temporary disadvantage, and I hadn't yet figured how to disable that advantage. Like when I was ill in bed, and wanted to be well, up and about and active again, but couldn't move. He'd seen somehow that I was feeling helpless, that I needed to feel stronger, empowered. And now I was. He'd delivered his sexuality into my hands, and now I meant to use it my way. I snuggled in behind him and hugged him and pushed my penis between his legs. He lifted one leg slightly and then lowered it, clamping my cock between his thighs. Then both of us fell asleep. ----------- end 2/10 This story can be found in it's entirety at www.go.to/furysaga -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+