Message-ID: <32762asstr$1001952605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: VickieTern@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <9c.140355d2.28e94e3d@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Mon, 1 Oct 2001 00:42:37 EDT Subject: {ASSM} Scenes, by Vickie Tern, 16/17 TG Femdom F/m m/M F/M etc Date: Mon, 1 Oct 2001 12:10:05 -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: dennyw, kelly Scenes, by Vickie Tern, 16/17 TG Femdom F/m m/M F/M etc This is a tale about a married couple who try to meet each other's needs, and also their own. What they think are each other's needs, that is. What they think are their own. It includes explicit sex scenes. Married sex, mostly, gentle, loving, and appreciative, mostly. If by reason of age, temperament, or moral principle you shouldn't or don't want to read about such things, think hard what to do about it, and you'll figure it out I'm sure. Scenes from a Marriage by Vickie Tern (vickietern@aol.com) 16. Day? Carl glanced at the salon clock. Past 4:00pm! How long had he been here? What had they done to him? His hands flew up, and he saw that his fingertips glowed perfectly shaped scarlet! In the mirror, there was that blonde baby face again, his, but with huge eyes and that same skeptically appraising expression. Challenging him! His twin suddenly appeared alongside! Another blonde, with such a pleased, innocent, wide-eyed expression! "Yes, that's you, baby!" Carol said. "That's my Coral! There we are! We're going to have such good fun! Starting now! It's time we went home and got ourselves dressed up to meet our fellas! Don't you think so?" "Yes, Carol, I'm really looking forward to it!" He was, too! A vision of a huge, veined, throbbing cock flitted in front of his eyes for a moment. He licked his lips. "Oh, God!" he said. "What am I thinking?" "That you're a beautiful girl named Coral? Aren't you?" "Yes. I mean...!" "Hush, baby, I know what you mean. It's wearing off. That's how this salon works. First you believe what you should believe, then you can choose from it anything you want to believe, and the ideas won't seem that far-fetched. You were a man. But here you were a girl for a while. Now you can be a girl whenever you wish, can't you. You know what it's like. Isn't that so?" Carl looked at her. He realized it was so. He was a former man, but somehow up-ended from that identity in a new way. He'd enjoyed looking like, living like a woman for months now, enjoyed the companionship, the caring, the warmth. Now he could enjoy the identity, actually being one! Close his eyes and open them, and he was Carl, but open them again and ... Coral! "Incredible!" he said. "Be a woman for a moment for me, will you, sweetie?" He did just that. She looked at him slyly. "You know what kind of woman you are now, they tell me. I hear you sucked some nice imaginary man's cock for hours, that they couldn't tear you away from it! Did you like it?" "Oh, yes! Carol, I know now how you felt all those ...." He stopped. It was confusing. "I'll find you another, baby, don't worry. But it'll only be when I tell you it's right. If you aren't sure, you'll ask me. OK?" "Yes," Carl said. "Just remember that. You'll be yourself again by the time we get home, honey. One of your selves. The other will be on call for whenever needed." By the time the two of them got home, Carl was admiring Carol's new look, and Carol was admiring Coral's. He answered comfortably to either name. It was fun being both! That's who he was! She was! Carol had hesitated to bring Carl in for the full transformation treatment. It was designed to strengthen a woman's self esteem, her ability to assert herself, by drawing on her suppressed resources and possibilities. That Carl had so easily become Coral confirmed for her that he must have been Coral all along. Tonight he'd become Coral for good, she was sure of it! Carl meanwhile was fascinated with this new capability. He'd been a pretend Coral for months now, uneasy about it sometimes, but willing to maintain the masquerade because Carol preferred him that way. And it felt comfortable, it had always been comfortable for him to be sociable with girls the way girls were, and recently to seem to be the actual woman others assumed he'd become. Now, he could actually persuade himself that's what he was! In fact! In the wink of an eye! Fantastic! Upstairs, while Carol got out their gowns Carl took a long, soaking bath. He was amazed at first that none of his make-up washed off. Nor did it soap off. Nor cream off. No matter how he rubbed at them, his huge doll's eyes stared out of the mirror at him, Coral's eyes, hooded by dark, shining lids. He remembered that Dolly had told him it was permanent, mostly tattoos and dyes. He could be Carl inside, but his face was Coral's. Now he had to be Coral to the world. For at least a year? Why not for life, go all the way? Carl didn't feel trapped so much as impelled, rushed toward a conclusion he'd never wanted originally, but now might as well accept as the course of least resistance. First his clothes, then his breasts, and now this. Look like a woman, live like a woman, and now the door had slammed shut behind him, permanent make-up. Why did Carol want this? What next? "Why did you want this?" he asked her as they zipped each other up and checked the folds in each other's gowns, and smiled in approval of each other, and darkened their permanent facial makeup ever so slightly for evening, and prepared to go out. Carl no longer felt addled, just ... well ... more experienced than before. More authentic. A woman? Certainly! He was a little unsure why the live cock sucking had been imported into his induced hallucinations, but he decided it was just Dolly's way of authenticating a woman in him. And now here he was. She was. They were. And looking at Carol now was like looking into a mirror! He was sure she felt the same looking at him! "Why make me over into a woman? Especially why into another version of yourself?" "Because you wanted it, honey," Carol answered firmly. He would not be allowed to forget that. "And because you wanted it I wanted you to have it, because I love you! That's why I wanted it. And I wanted us to resemble each other to make it easier to share everything with each other. The way we always have, but now some new things too." She looked at him sharply. "Now answer this. Why did you want it? Do you even know?" She waited, standing stock still. Carl was baffled. Was there any point to arguing? What could he argue, anyhow? "Same reason," was all he finally said. "You're beautiful, Coral," Carol said. Time to tune my girlfriend in for the evening. My soon-to-be-girlfriend. "And sooooo sexy, with that come hither look." "Do you really think so?" Carl answered, his heart warming to the compliment. "You really think I'm attractive?" "Yes, I think you're a very beautiful, very attractive, very sexy girl!" Carl was delighted. He wriggled his shoulders and then his hips. "That's how I feel too!" he said. "Shall we go? Slinging his little evening purse over his shoulder, eyes sparkling, he headed out for their dinner date, wondering vaguely why he felt so good, why he was eagerly anticipating some kind of marvelous adventure. Carol watched him trot out daintily on his high heels with a certain pride of authorship. Not even waiting for me to leave the room first the way he always did, 'ladies first' as he'd always say. The very first time, she realized. He's no longer a gentleman! He's a lady, even if that fact isn't yet entirely settled in his head. BethAnne said it soon would be, with a little reinforcement. That's what he'll get tonight! Carl did indeed know that he was beautiful, sexy, and attractive. He'd been told it, he could believe it, and it felt just wonderful! He just loved it! It put a spring in his step and a special slink in his walk as they walked to their car to drive to meet Maddy and her friends at the restaurant. The same restaurant where Scott had decided to be a woman for life. "Maybe we'll all of us get lucky again," Maddy had commented to Carol. "I know Coral is going to get lucky! It's all been arranged!" It started almost the moment they walked in and the Maitre d' showed them to their table, complimenting both ladies on their appearance -- Carol was pleased to see that Carl acknowledged the compliment by saying "Thank you!" in the pleased, faintly flirtatious tone of voice he'd sometimes used to play girly with husbands at dinner parties. Maddy was seated next to the prosperous looking middle aged man she'd told Carol earlier she sometimes had to whip unmercifully before he could cum. "Some industrialists are like that," she'd explained. "Unable to let go until driven to it. And he's so grateful afterward!" Adrian rose to greet Carol and her "friend" Coral, and to introduce to both of them "my friend Sergei -- but you've already met him I hear, Coral?" "Yes," Carl replied, sitting down gracefully as Sergei held his chair. He was about to comment on the coincidence, that he and Sergei already knew each other, when he saw Adrian lean forward to kiss his wife on her neck as she sat down. What? Then worse, he saw her smile affectionately and reach back to hold his mouth against her neck just a little longer. "You know each other?" he asked in a shocked voice. He barely registered that Adrian didn't seem to be gay at all! "Yes, very well!" Carol said, pleased. "You do too! You know what he tastes like, anyway!" Then she turned and as Adrian still bent over her, she kissed him full on the mouth. "Mmmmm, just lovely! Lovely!" Then more passionately, both her arms wrapped around his neck! Their faces melted together This is not my Carol! Carl said to himself, dumbfounded. Where am I? He was overwhelmed by a chaotic array of feelings as he watched them, bewilderment, shock, surprise, rage, jealousy, bitterness, despair. Envy? He couldn't breathe. He looked again. They were still in a tight clinch, their passion still heating up! His Carol! But then he was distracted. Sergei, seated next to him, took both of his newly manicured hands into his huge hands and looked into his eyes. "You're lovelier than ever, little lady," he said devotedly. "So very seductive now! I heard about your new shape -- they're real, aren't they! I love them! So generous! And what a marvelous new hairdo!" "Thank you," Carl said abstracted, paying almost no attention, still staring wide-eyed at Carol and Adrian, whose bodies were beginning to writhe against each other. Carol's palm was now resting gently, affectionately on Adrian's cheek. Carl's emotions tumbled all over themselves! My wife! My Carol! My God what is this?! She wants him! Look at him! I'm not man enough for her! Not a man at all! I haven't been for some time! I never have been! "You can thank me more sincerely than that, you sweet thing," Sergei said. Carl looked at him, surprised. Sergei now had total possession of Carl's hands, and pulled each of them behind his back so Carl seemed to be hugging him and leaning into his face to be kissed. As if he were Carol. "Kiss me, little lady," Sergei muttered, as his huge head overwhelmed Carl and his lips made the issue moot. They were kissing! Intense shame flooded through Carl, but at the same time there was an odd feeling in his groin. His soft prick was registering excitement! And his thickened nipples had become rock-hard under his gown, pressing themselves against Sergei's slab of a chest. Now Sergei was caressing one of them, and lightning strokes shot through his body over and over! His anus felt warm, and spasmed as if grasping at something! All those months of hugging Mr. Dildo with his rear end, getting fucked to orgasm in his rear pussy! It felt so ...! So ....! She seized Sergei around his neck with both arms, kissing him back repeatedly while her body half-rose out of her chair to press itself against his! Coral was a woman! Now she was persuaded! She wanted to fuck him! Just as I'd hoped, Maddy thought, watching Carl become Coral before her very eyes. So there had been a Coral inside him all along! She'd never been sure, not that it mattered, though of course it had mattered enormously to Carol. But now it was time to finish him off! Goodbye, Carl, she said to herself! "People!" she said in a loud whisper. "Girls and boys, I know you're glad to see each other, but this isn't appropriate behavior for a restaurant. Shall we adjourn to my house for now, and plan to eat later on, when we've satisfied our other ... appetites? I'll go home first and get things ready for us. Sergei, will you drive Coral and Carol and Adrian there? We'll leave your car here for now, Coral, and get it some other time. They stood and moved out to Sergei's car. Maddy'd date passed some bills and a confidential nod to the Maitre d'. Adrian and Carol flowed into the back seat still wrapped in each other. Coral, feeling beautiful, desireable, betrayed, and terribly confused, sat alongside Sergei in the front. Each time she tried to say something, to call out, Sergei kissed her! As Sergei maneuvered out of the parking lot, Coral looked back at her wife and that huge man she'd been kissing. They were still kissing. But now it was different! At first she saw no faces. Then she realized it was because Carol was now straddling Adrian's lap, facing Adrian, his huge prick apparently already buried deep inside her pussy. Her whole pelvic area was writhing convulsively, and she was grunting and whining as she kissed his face over and over. "Oh God!" Coral said aloud. "This isn't happening!" "Should you care, little lady?" Sergei asked gently, urgently. He pulled over into a side street, then stopped the car. Carol and Adrian didn't seem to notice. "They're happy, Adrian and your friend! And I have something for you, too. Look!" Carl looked. There was Sergei's cock rising up from his lap, a monster, a long, thick-veined barrel with a huge purple head almost the size of a tennis ball, one one eye winking from its tip. It looked familiar! It looked ... attractive! It looked like the cock of his dreams that very afternoon! Her dreams. Coral's dreams. It was just as Coral had imagined it in BethAnne's salon when Dolly was busy making her beautiful and assuring her that all the satisfactions a woman can know would soon be hers. And asking her to imagine this one. Coral took one last look at her wife, now crying out and gasping for air as waves of orgasms passed through her tense body, her rear end still rotating ceaselessly on that stiff prick still obviously deep inside her. I have my own life! Coral said to herself desperately! So just as she'd done in BethAnne's studio Coral bent down and kissed Sergei's prick, then licked it, then taking it into her mouth, plunged it deep down her throat. And rose and fell over it repeatedly, trying to erase the memory of everything that was happening back there in the back seat. Up, down, up, down, and she'd have smiled if it were possible when Sergei began to groan. She was utterly overjoyed when his cock began to throb deep in her gullet, and she withdrew to fasten her red lips around that massive purple head and drink deep, gulping and swallowing as spurt after spurt of his cum filled her mouth. It was so very wonderful! And all hers! A woman's privilege and glory! She couldn't wait to mount him the way Carol was still mounted on Adrian, to feel filled by Sergei the way Mr. Dildo had once filled her, to peak and orgasm as that massive meat throbbed in her! Sergei slid out from behind the wheel and lifted her onto him so easily that she barely had time to pull her gown up and her panties down, and he slid into her so smoothly she scarcely felt him enter. At first. But then? For an hour, right there in the front seat, Coral reached repeatedly for paradise and over and over entered it! When they finally arrived at Maddy's house Coral knew that what Callista had said about Sergei's prick was true. Fountains of cum had poured from it each time he came. She did indeed need two tampons to stuff into her ass so she could walk without leaking down her hosiery and onto her shoes, and after Sergei had only fucked her twice! Only twice. All those things were true. She'd had no tampons with her, but Carol had paused from her pleasures long enough to see how Coral was hesitating to get out of the car, how her gorgeous gown was at risk of staining. She'd then produced the tampons from her purse. She'd known they'd be needed! "Thanks, love!" Coral said gratefully, as she took them and pushed them both into her at once as if she'd been doing it for years. "I owe you!" "No problem, sweetie," Carol replied. "Any time!" I'm now married to a woman with her own sex life, who respects mine! Carol was now thinking. At last! And just look at her! It's marvelous! There she is liberated, free! He was a nice man, Carl, I'll miss him. But Coral is so much happier! I think we'll both be much happier! Because I'll always have my Coral to kiss my cunt, she'll still love that I hope, and meanwhile now I'll never need to fantasize how a real man feels! Look at the hunks I can invite to fuck me now, bring to our own bed if I want to share them with her! Maddy was right about the need to open ourselves to new experiences. But she was wrong about my need to dominate my darling. I can dominate other men now that she's free. My hubby's free the way she's always been, her own woman! We'll live together the same as always, and share everything! But now we'll share ourselves with more people! She took Adrian by the hand, and led him up the stairs and into the first guest bedroom she saw in Maddy's house. The bed was already turned down, awaiting them. Carol now concentrated her mind on Adrian. She wanted more hard fucking! Her body was crying out for orgasm after orgasm, just like last night's! She knew she'd have them before the night ended! "See you later, baby!" Coral called out behind her. "Enjoy yourself!" Flushed, loose-jointed, legs wide apart, her pussy already sore from the reaming she'd gotten yet still starved, Coral led her man Sergei upstairs and into the first bedroom she found empty. There were sounds from the master bedroom down the hall of a whip cracking and a man shrieking in agony or bliss, who could tell? Maddy and her date were enjoying themselves, Coral decided. As she leaned on the bed and removed her tampons, opening her asshole to Sergei once again for whatever purposes he could contrive, she was thinking, I didn't want this, Carl didn't, but I guess my whole life has been leading toward this. Poor pathetic Carl! If only he could have been a real girl back in high school. If only I could have been! Carol's convinced that in spite of all appearances I'm really a girl. So she's changed my appearance. And now look at me, what else can I be? What else can I ever be now? And look at this massive stud I'm with! I'd better be! She told Sergei that he was wonderful, a marvelous lover. This was exactly what the Playboy and Screw magazine girls of Carl's youth always told Carl whenever he jerked off, when he'd had to become those girls in his imagination so he could speak for them. As encouraged as Carl would have been, Sergei wrapped her in his arms again and gently, steadily pumped her for hours. When he was finished with her, she had been well-used by a real man. She was a real woman. When they came home from Maddy's the next morning, starved for food, worn down by the night's lunging and plunging, they headed straight for their own bedroom. Cum bathed both their legs, still oozed from their openings, but they were both too tired to care now. There in their own bed, together, just the two of them now, Carol embraced her new Coral and kissed her deeply. Then pressed Coral's head down to her crotch to let her give thanks that she was now herself, that Carol had at last successfully released the inner woman. Coral looked up at her with her fixed, wide-eyed, slyly delighted look, accepting the way things were. She was grateful, she supposed, and this was how she could show it. What else could she do? Her face soon glistened with both Adrian's and Sergei's spunk. Two points for each. end 16/17  -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+