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Subject: {ASSM} Tiny Tim by Vickie Tern 8/9 TG Femdom F/m M/M wife
Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2001 16:10:02 -0400
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New TG: Tiny Tim by Vickie Tern, 8/9 femdom, F/m, M/M, wife


                                viii.

"How do we do that?"

"Sweetheart, Kevin's real purpose tonight will be to humiliate you! 
To fuck you over!  So your job will be to let him, to fuck him over
as often and as every which way you can!  You'll go crazy after a
while, we all do, you'll have orgasms galore because that's what
thick pricks do to a girl when they're inside her.  And I know that
you're already able to climax without squirting, to orgasm with
your whole body the way women do -- you just did, in the tub.  But
try not to look too satisfied when it happens, because the whole
time I'll be taking pictures of you two together, lots of them. 
When my date Frank and I aren't pleasing each other, I mean.  Far
from him blackmailing you, what'll happen is, we'll blackmail
Kevin.  The pictures will all show Kevin sexually harrassing a
respected and highly valued employee who has recently undergone a
sex change.  A proud woman who's deeply offended!"  

"I'm sure it won't be necessary to send those pictures to your
firm's Personnel Department -- the threat will serve just as well. 
And we'll finish the evening by slipping him a little of that stuff
he gave you to drink before he carted you off to the House of Masks
to begin becoming a woman.  Just enough of it to let us get some
good clear pictures of him blowing a huge hulk we've hired to pose
with him.  He'll have his eyes closed of course, and both hands
clutching a cock that wouldn't ever fit into his mouth anyhow. 
That one we might post on a bulletin board or two.  Or say we
might.  You see?"

I saw.  It came on me suddenly that it was all a matter of
self-acceptance.  If you aren't ashamed, you're invulnerable.  And
I wasn't at all ashamed!

"I suspect when we show him those pictures he'll lose a little of
his zest.  And meanwhile you can visit his clients one by one in
person, and offer them all sorts of special attention.  They all
know that it was Marshall who did the financial thinking for that
team and Kevin who did the glad-handing and pussy poking, the
persuading of clients' wives to persuade their husbands to go with
their team and not you.  Some old customers will decide to stay
with him because their wives will insist.  He's welcome to those. 
Is all this clear now?"

"So far.  You dreamed this up?"

"Me and Ellen.  She's much cleverer than Marshall ever imagined,
honey.  You'll like her.  And she's getting interested in you too,
now that she knows you're Teena, not the Tim she's met at office
parties, the dork with a pencil-stub prick.  Now that she knows
that Teena likes to make girls feel good."  She grinned.

"I hope I can do what needs doing," I said.  I'd just slipped into
my new dress, and hooked and snapped and tied it closed, and I was
turning this way and that in the mirror, admiring it, enjoying the
way the hem brushed my legs.

"You will, baby!  You will!  You're perfect for it!  Motive, means,
and opportunity!  Now stop admiring yourself and lets give our
boyfriends a chance to admire us and show their appreciation. 
Here's your purse.  I've put in a few tampons.  You'll need them to
keep from leaking all over that pretty dress when you put it on
again to come home!"

As we left the house a neighbor waved at both of us, and then
stared at me.  I waved back.  He waved again, tentatively, and then
kept staring.  Obviously he thought he recognized me, but didn't
know what to make of it.  Well, no problem!  They'd all know
whatever they wanted to know about me in their own good time.  I
wasn't ashamed of the way I looked.  I loved it!

And as we got into her car Becky said, "You know honey, I have to
tell you this. I have always had a weakness for beautiful women. 
There've always been some in my life, before our marriage, soon
after we got back from our honeymoon, other times since, mostly
before I started collecting well-hung men.  You're beautiful, and
now you're about to become the woman I've always wanted to imagine
I'd married.  My dearest friend and companion.  And you look good
enough to eat.  So remind me to do just that when we get back, if
I should be foolish enough to forget!"  She smiled at me, a
dazzling smile, and started the car.
  
It all went pretty much as Becky planned it.  We arrived first at
the restaurant and waited for our dates at the bar while Becky
showed me how to fend off the elbow jockeys massed there.  "Though
always check out their packages" she told me.  "Now and then you'll
meet someone worth knowing even in bars."

Frank appeared first, an eager, sandy-haired man who looked
rapturous when he spotted Becky, and rushed over to kiss her.  Not
casually, I noticed, but with real passion, while I looked on along
with all the other bystanders as if not noticing.  It felt
peculiar, seeing my wife and that man paste their mouths together
and writhe their bodies into each other.  Did I feel a twinge of
jealousy?  She's never really been my wife, I told myself, but she
does love me and she wants me for her steady  girlfriend, and I
love her and I want her to be happy, so I should feel grateful
she's got a fella like that I suppose.  I tried to feel consoled. 
Not that it mattered.

When Frank disentangled himself from her he turned toward me and
took my hand and bowed low to kiss it.  I blushed and looked
flattered.  My first courtly hand-kiss!  "I hear we've met before,"
he said with a sly smile.

I didn't understand at first.  Then I realized of course!, it was
his cum I'd sucked out of Becky's ass.  "You're looking a lot more
attractive this time around, Frank," I said. 

He beamed at that, and Becky took his arm and said to me with mock
sternness, "He's mine, Teena.  You can't have him until I've used
him up!  Maybe not till next week!"

We laughed, happy that there were no residual resentments or
tensions to mar our evening.

When Kevin came in he looked around, spotted Becky, and didn't
recognize me at all.  He came over, nodded at Frank, and said to
Becky, "So it didn't work?  He isn't here?"

"No, he isn't here, Kevin.  Teena, I'd like you to meet Kevin. 
Kevin, Teena.  I think you two should get to know each other."

"My God!"  Kevin said.  He looked astonished and aghast, both. 
There was  a long silence.  Then, "What has she done to you!"  

Then a look of unabashed triumph.  He drew himself up tall.  I knew
he was already counting the extra commissions he'd be earning from
my clients.  He'd won!  And unmistakeably, despite the fact that he
knew my real sex -- I guess I should say my original sex -- he was
looking forward to fucking my ass off and fucking my brains into
jelly.

"This is an historic occasion," Becky said, waving aloft a camera
she'd taken from her purse.  Frank looked at her puzzled, but
listened respectfully.  "The better man has defeated the lesser,
and the lesser man has fled the field and is no where to be seen. 
I think we should record the fact.  Frank, would you shoot the
three of us?"

"I didn't understand a word you just said, but sure," he said.  We
posed together, and he did.  And there we are in the photo, two
women glancing at each other, one delighted with the world and the
other a bit apprehensive, while between us a tall, handsome man
stares self-assuredly at the camera.  A man soon to be cut down to
size.

Otherwise it was all as Becky had planned, and as she'd
anticipated.  Conversation through dinner was cordial, though I
said very little, feeling as concerned about the future as any
virginal date anywhere.  Then when we retired to our suite we all
made love in the same room.  Becky wanted me to see her, so there'd
be no doubt in my mind that her pussy now belonged to other men. 
And she wanted to be handy in case unforeseen problems developed
between me and Kevin.

Becky was the first to strip off her clothes and then Frank's.  And
then for the next half hour I watched his heavy dong slide in and
out of her, my beloved wife's outer lips pushed and pulled along
his glistening shank in the same rhythm as her moaning.  As she
clasped him to her tight with both arms around his neck, and
pressed her mouth against his I did feel a distinct pang of
jealousy.  This was my wife giving herself to this man!  But as her
passion rose, and her legs wrapped themselves around his hips, and
he devotedly thrust into her over and over, untiringly, I suddenly
found myself envying her.

So I turned to my own man and undid his pants, and went to my knees
between his, and took hold of -- my God -- it was a vast length of
firehose made of hot, veined flesh!  And twenty minutes later I was
a full-fledged graduate cocksucker!  His cum coated my mouth and my
teeth, and my throat and belly felt strangely warmed.  An hour
later he pulled that same thing out of my ass, for the moment
exhausted.  I'd come twice, my anal ring clamped tight around it
and in almost constant spasm, my brain yearning toward glory each
time for what seemed forever, and each time finally achieving it! 


We paused briefly, and I was actually so grateful to Kevin for the
pleasure he'd given me that I kissed him passionately!  And he was
so forgetful of who I really was, or thought I really was, that he
kissed me back with the same ardor.  We were no longer enemies.  We
were in bed with each other!

No matter what we did, no matter how Becky and Frank seemed
altogether absorbed with each other, somehow there were always
flashes going off and pictures being taken.  When I was on all
fours with Kevin behind me sliding his glistening sceptre in and
out of me yet again -- the fourth time? -- his cum made sucking and
sloshing sounds as it pumped out of me and covered my legs, and my
rear thrust in joyous communion with his, and Becky took picture
after picture of the two of us!  Three or four just of my face, and
then several detailed close-ups of Kevin's cock at furthest and
least penetration, just of his cock and my gaping buttocks.  But
nothing to identify that he was the harrassing malefactor and me
the victim!  

I raised an eyebrow to ask why.  "These are for us, sweetheart,"
she whispered in my ear.  "A girl always remembers her very first
time, and the expressions on your face are so very precious I know
I'll always want to look at them and be reminded.  And to remember
what put them there.  Tim will want to know too, I'm sure, if he
ever returns to us.  Though it doesn't seem likely!"

"No," I said, closing my eyes and clenching down on Kevin's
light-bulb-sized cockhead so it couldn't escape my rear.  "No, I
don't think so.  Thank you, Becky!"

She glowed.  "You're very welcome, Teena," she said.  And then
Frank slipped up behind her and she was distracted.

As scheduled, we all shared champagne shortly before dawn, Kevin's
spiked.  He'd almost lost consciousness when there came a discreet
knock on the door.  And in came Chazz, a huge professional
wrestler, formerly a pro-defensive tackle, bulking 350 pounds
maybe.  Without a word he pulled down his pants and then the tent
he used for underwear.  There from his crotch hung a soft baseball
bat stretched almost to his knees.

"I told you it wouldn't matter whether I had a hard on or not," he
said to Becky, who was staring at it with awe.  Then she just shook
her head and said "Let's get to it!"  Twenty minutes later Kevin
was the best documented and most improbable cocksucker in the
world.  Becky photographed him crouched, kneeling, licking,
mouthing, trying to swallow, and stroking with both hands what
appeared to be a pillar flesh with a purple softball mounted on
top.  Becky and I had to masturbate Chuck with all four hands -- he
refused Frank's help, "Only dames," he specified -- for the
requisite shot of Chuck shooting a burst of sperm at Kevin's open
mouth.  And for subsequent shots of a torrent of jism running down
his eyebrows and cheeks.  When Chuck left, Kevin was ours.  And any
woman's who wanted him.

Or would have been ours if it mattered.  I'd learned something
important from him before he passed out.  Around 3:00 in the
morning my ass was stretched sore and needed to rest, and I was
weary from many hours of heaving and panting my way in and out of
paradise.  Becky and her Frank were doing something together in the
bathroom that required the utmost privacy -- I assume for Frank's
sake, since Becky I knew by now was ashamed of nothing.  So for a
short while, as I stroked Kevin's cock toward yet more service to
my new feminine desires, we talked.

"Kevin honey," I said.  Strange words from me, but no more strange
than the ecstatic shrieking he'd wrested from me for hours with
almost every thrust of his dong.  "Kevin, I'll bet you never
thought we'd end up like this when you took me to that whorehouse
a few days ago -- was it only a few days ago?" I said quietly.

"No," he replied.  "Your wife is really something!  I had no idea
what she was up to when she asked me and Marshall to set you up."

"It wasn't your idea, taking me to that place?"

"Hell no, Tiny, uh, Teena!  It was hers!  Your wife's.  She told us
what she wanted us to do months ago, how she wanted to give you
something for your birthday that would change you for life and take
her off the hook for life.  To take you to this whore house she
knew about, and then surprise you by being the whore.  She needed
us to help make it a surprise, to get you too zonked to know where
you were or what you were doing.  To bring you there and leave you
to her tender mercies."

"You didn't ask her why?"

"You don't ask Becky anything!  You must know that!  She has her
reasons, and if you ask questions you always regret the answers! 
You must know that too!"

"Yes," I said.  "But she means well."

"Any man has to hope so, Teena, because no man is a match for her!
That lady is the hottest and smartest I have ever poled, and I've
been into all of them!"  He grinned.  "Or nearly all.  Anyhow, it
took me a while to find the place, this "House of Masks" she called
it ... her directions weren't that clear, and from the front it was
just one more old mansion in the old part of town.  The additions
are in the back where no one can see them.  Then when we got there
with you she was waiting for us, mask and all."  

"She wasn't following you in her car?"

"Hell no.  Why?  It seems she's an old hand there.  She once came
as a customer -- Ellen brought her, Marshall's wife -- and she's
now a hostess there when she feels like it.  She and Ellen both. 
They both have money invested in it, moreover, I think they're both
on the Board of Directors.  It's part of a chain traded on the
NASDAQ if you want to put some of your clients into it, though its
listed under another name."

"Becky wasn't just borrowing the bed?"

Kevin looked at me pityingly without a word.  Then, "She asked a
couple of girls to take you up and let you sleep off whatever we'd
given you, and she told Marshall and me to wait for our payoff in
one of the rooms she'd designated.  The payoff was, we both get to
fuck her twice for old time's sake, and she goes down on us to get
us ready for the second.  'Don't play with any of the other girls
here,' she told us.  'I want everything you've got, every last
drop.  You do this right, and I guarantee one of you can fuck him
good inside of a week.'  That's what she said, Tim, and that's what
this is.  I had no idea she meant it literally."

"Teena," I said.

"Anyhow, it was daylight when she finally came in to pay us off. 
God she's hot.  Insatiable.  You touch her pussy and you may not
see daylight again for two days!  She told us she wanted to get
fucked until her eyeballs bulged.  She was killing lots of
different birds with that one stone.  Balling her was payoff for us
and pleasure for her, and spunk for you to swallow, and the
destruction of Tim's manhood.  So we started to fuck her, and hell,
she wouldn't quit!  It was like riding a crazed bronco!  She
drained us!"

"I figured," was all I said.  I didn't offer to tell him how I knew
enough to figure anything.  I think he knew.  Becky had told me
they liked getting me to eat their cum.  I'd sure eaten a lot more
of Kevin's since then.  She was right, an acquired taste.

"I don't know how you deal with them, Tim, Teena, whoever.  Your
wife's sexual appetites I mean.  She sure wore me out a couple of
years ago when I first started in with her.  Phone ringing all the
time, am I up to a visit to her or from her?  How many guys can I
get together to help me do her properly?  Maybe you don't deal with
her sexual needs at home?  Maybe that's why she supplements
anything any stud can do to her with visits to that House of Masks. 
She'd do me part of the night and then top herself off by visiting
there."

"Mmm hmmm," I said to encourage these revelations, not knowing what
I meant.

"Everyone there knows her, all the girls and a lot of the customers
too.  Not long ago she asked me for the dirt on my clients, told me
to check with their wives about their sexual quirks and hangups,
she wanted to give them just what they wanted, she told me.  She
wouldn't fuck me until I did, so I did.  I figured maybe she was
scouting new customers for the House of Masks, or she meant to
screw them for my benefit.  I guess now it was for you to screw
them for your benefit once I was out of the way.  So you'd know how
to do them the way they like.  I have got to say, Tiny, you're
welcome to them.  I mean 'Teena' -- there's no doubt you're a girl
at heart, babe, the way you wriggle that ass when my cock's inside
it"     

"You never checked up on my clients' sex lives earlier?"

"I never said that, honey.  I was looking to screw you any which
way."  He scrunched my hair in both his hands and pushed my head
down toward his crotch.  And hooked a forefinger into each earring,
so I couldn't move, couldn't back away.  "Lick it, would you, baby? 
Maybe it'll harden up one more time.  Oooh, perfect!  But it turned
out your wife was already fucking them to keep me from stealing
them, among other things.  'You two fight it out with Tim fair and
square,' she said.  'And I'll fuck both of you fair and square. 
And Tim too, when I can find that thing he fucks with!'"  

"That was a standing joke with her, your tool.  I told you that one
time, but you didn't believe me, why should you?  Love it when you
do that with your tongue, Teena honey!  Here, sweety, I'm ready,
let me push it into that sweet hole of yours right now before it
gets so big and hot you can't take it."

We fucked yet again, quietly, serenely this time, enjoying each
other, considerate of each other's limbs and joints and positions. 
Only toward the end did I get excited, then frantic, until finally
I felt him stiffen and throb into me yet again.  Way beyond the
call of duty.  I had to feel a deep affection toward anyone who
could make me feel so good.  "I love it, what Becky's done to me,"
I confided to my Kevin.  My lover.  I kissed him.

Kevin apparently felt the same way about me.  I was beginning to
understand why women loved him even apart from his cock.  With his
guard down and his appetites satisfied he was gentle and ... well,
sweet.  He kissed me back.

"I can understand that," he replied.  "But Teena, where sex is
concerned you really are a babe in the woods.  Be careful of her."

"Why?" I asked playfully.  "What can she do to me now?  Cut off my
balls?"

"Well, if she hasn't yet, I guess she figures they're not worth
bothering with.  Why should she?  You're now where she's always
wanted you.  She's a free spirit and you're her faithful companion
and part time beautician.  And I'm your reward for going along with
her, and you're mine."

"Yes you are," I said, snuggling into him.

"She'd tell me what she wished you were when we were between fucks,
Teena.  You're what she's wanted.  No more deceiving you about
where she is when she's doing the twist on heavy meat like mine,
because here you are making the same moves right alongside her.  I
always did think you looked a little like some college's Homecoming
Queen who got sidetracked into the notion that you were a man.  But
I never figured your wife would straighten you out this fast once
she got started.  Two days ago she waves her twat in your face and
now here I am waving my dick in your face, and its all
contributions gratefully received.  A world's record?  If so she's
got all the pictures she needs to prove it."

"I thought the pictures were for you."  I didn't add, for you to
use to blackmail me.  Nor hint that Becky meant to use them against
him the same way.

"Me?  I've got nothing to prove.  Why for me?  I'm leaving town in
another month or so.  I've got this terrific offer in San
Francisco, mid-six figures and commissions just for telling wealthy
widows all about how good the firm is, how it's plenty firm enough
for them.  And proving it to them."  He smiled.

This came as a surprise!  Did Becky know?  "You're leaving?" I
asked him?  It was all I could get out.  I tried to swallow, to
clear my cum-soaked throat. 

"I'm sure not cumming, honey, so I must be leaving!  You've about
drained me!  Yep, you and Marshall can divide up the spoils.  Why
would I want pictures of you?  Something to remember you by?  I
collect panties as souvenirs, not pictures."   He glanced at the
couch across the way where I'd thrown mine in my frenzy to mount
him earlier tonight, my eagerness to know finally how a magnificent
cock like his would feel when I'd been stretched wide enough to
receive it to the hilt, how it felt snugged up tight inside me.

I thought about all this again.  The cock of the walk was leaving
town, paid to mount other hens elsewhere?  Again I asked myself,
did Becky know?  

Maybe?  Probably?  Of course!  That talk about breaking his spirit,
making him lose face under successions of dripping cunts, that was
all for my benefit, I realized, to boost my morale and bring me
here tonight with my legs on his shoulders and my bottom oozing his
cum!  The photos were for Becky's use, not Kevin's.  Blackmail and
a counter-blackmail-plot never crossed Kevin's mind!  Becky wanted
those photos for me!  So that tomorrow when Tim woke up he would
realize that he was now irrevocably Teena, with Teena's memories,
and that there was no going back.  Each memory photographed to make
sure!  I remembered how lovingly she'd photographed Kevin's pole
moving in and out of my ass, and my face while that was happening. 
It was unforgettable, that feeling.  What had she'd said?  "Any
girl who's been fucked by Kevin is a girl for life!"  I wasn't
going back.

Suddenly I heard a loud shriek torn from someone's throat inside
the bathroom, and then more anguished and terrified outcries, along
with a hideous gargling sound.  Frank's voice!  Had Becky cut off
his balls and fed them to him?  I heard her laugh, a series of
delighted undulating tinkles and squeals of glee, while Frank
continued to cry out "Oh, God, Goddess, Divinity, no!  No more! 
Yes!  Noooo!  Oooooh, Gaaaahhd yes!  Deeper!  Ohhhhh my God! 
Ahhhhhh!"  And with that last I could tell that his unspeakable
torment had converted into bliss.

What was she doing to him?  Would I ever know?  Did I ever want to
know?

Kevin's face registered rueful familiarity with the sounds Frank
was making.  He smiled briefly, then went on.  "She can do anything
to any man.  You'll never ever be Tim again, Teena.  Those pictures
will show Tim what he is now for keeps, if he should ever get tired
of being Teena.  And they'll show others what Tim is if he should
ever consider beginning another life elsewhere away from her. 
Those pictures are you now, buddy.  Get used to it.  We're all way
out of her league.  Your wife has got you by whatever balls you've
got left.  Do you still have any?  I forgot to look.  

"Still.  But they're shrinking down to nothing.  She gave me
hormone implants to improve my figure.

"It figures.  I notice your titties are already on the way.  Say
hello to them for me when they get here.  And enjoy the rest of
your life, Teena.  I expect you will."

Kevin might be a mean competitor, but with ladies he was a very
nice man, I was thinking.  "Can I have one more, Kevin?  For the
road?" 

"If I can oblige, you sweetheart you!  But you'll have to meet me
more than half way!"

I did.  I was getting good at it.  And to show there were no hard
feelings after our years of rivalry, after considerable coaxing
Kevin actually went down on me.  He took my flaccid penis between
his lips as if he meant to kiss it, and then he sucked on it like
a limp cocktail frankfurter.  He was amazed when without ever
getting firm it suddenly oozed a trickle of clear cum into his
mouth.  He understood what had happened, and winked at me, then
swallowed it.  At that moment I realized our rivalry had ended. 
We'd smoked each other's peace pipes.  

When Becky and I got back home we were exhausted, but even so we
nestled into a lovely sixty-nine and licked lots of thick, sticky
cum out of each others' openings and cracks and off the smooth skin
of our hips and thighs.  I commented that Frank tasted different
from Kevin -- spicier I thought.  Becky thought Frank was sweeter
and Kevin spicier.  We were both still a little tiddly, giggling so
hard that I almost didn't hear her say finally that we'd settle the
matter by having Frank and Kevin do each other next time, then
judge for themselves.  "You can always get guys to do just about
anything, if they're horny enough and you're clever enough," Becky
said.  "And get them to love it!  Look at you now!"   

"Mmmmmmmm!" I replied.  My head was between her legs, flicking her
clit so she'd repeat a peculiarly sensuous wriggle I'd found
fascinating.  "I can't look at me, it's dark down here!" I said. 
"Though I think I've found the switch!"  

And that set off a new round of giggles.  When we finally subsided,
we fell asleep wrapped tightly around each other for the first time
in years.


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