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Subject: Teasers by Vickie Tern (TG and/or Femdom, mostly)
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I'll appreciate knowing what you think about this, and for that
matter any other of my things. They're archived at
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I'm sort of archived at VickieTern@AOL.COM
If you're under age, kid, scram! Twenty-three skidoo! Take a
powder! Blow! Lam it! Don't understand what I'm telling you? I
told you you were too young!
Teasers
by Vickie Tern
None of these imagined excerpts -- or very short short stories --
are from actual stories I've ever read or written. As with
Japanese Haiku, or short lyric poems, your own imaginations should
feel free to fill them out with whatever situations or incidents
may appeal to you, many I'm sure more wicked or breathtaking than
any I could devise. That's how I read them myself.
i.
"Night, dear. I won't be back till morning, so don't wait up. But
treat yourself to a good time while I'm gone! When I get home I'll
want to know you enjoyed yourself as often as Frank and I did. So
same as last night, be sure to save it where I can see it -- your
jar's still on the nightstand on my side of the bed!"
ii.
"Christ, look at those tits. What a scumbucket she's gonna make!
I bet she'll do three at a time all night long once we get her
trained right! She will for sure when she catches on that whatever
cums into her is all she's ever gonna get to eat or drink! But
right now her holes are so fuckin' tight I can't hardly fit my
fingers into them! Untie her legs and let's get to work. Once
she's stretched out and open she's gonna be worth a fortune to us!"
iii.
"Later on we're both coming back here with men who'll know how to
make us feel glad we're women. So you'd better begin feeling glad
that's what you are right now, Bill, because that's what you are
from now on, until I say otherwise. And I may never say otherwise.
No more whining about how you didn't mean it! Fix your hair and
your lipstick this minute, and take off those pantyhose for God's
sake, and put on something seductive instead, something some real
man with a few drinks in him can get his hands into, and maybe his
cock. Hurry it up! I want us to get started right away on this
new life you seemed to be proposing to me when I saw how you were
dressed this afternoon!"
iv.
"Dad, I want to make you feel good just the same way Mom used to
make you feel good. I used to hear you two together, sometimes.
So stop twisting your wrists on those ropes, and just lean back and
don't say anything."
v.
It'd been years since that night we'd hugged each other goodbye,
bundled up in snow-jackets, so we could scarcely feel each other.
Now here we were hugging each other hello as if no time had passed
at all. Only now it was summer, each of us in only the shortest of
shorts and the thinnest of T-shirts, faint films of perspiration on
our skins from jogging toward the half-way point where we'd agreed
to meet. And now that we'd met, I could feel her breasts pressing
against me as we held each other close. At that same moment she
must have felt mine, because she said in a low voice, "Don, they're
even bigger than when you got mad at me for feeding you those
pills, and we broke up. You know now I was right, don't you?"
vi.
"Now he seems to be masturbating all the time, Alice. It's funny,
he never stops. I really do believe he's been afraid to let go of
it ever since I told him I had no further use for it and mean to
cut it off. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. Or maybe I should
just go ahead and do it."
vii.
"Sweet! Sweet, your mouth there! Again! Lovely, oh, so very
delicious! Suck deep sweetheart. Drink as much as you want. It
tastes sweet, I know. Go ahead. From now on I want you to nurse
on me a few times every day, the way I do you. The baby'll still
have plenty when she wakes up."
viii.
"If that woman wants you to wear her collar all the time, all
right, but this is what I want you to wear all the time!"
ix.
She didn't seem at all disappointed, at first. In fact, she just
climbed onto me and straddled me, her knees at my waist and her
pussy just above my crotch, with my cock aimed stiff and straight
at her slit, yearning. Then she lowered herself ever so slightly.
A single bump and grind wiped a pearl of pre-cum off my tip and
back and forth across the lips of her twat. Then with that same
half-smile she began to rub her clit on my raging purple cockhead,
in a teeny circular motion so light I could feel only her warmth
and her moisture, and not even the slightest pressure. I tried to
thrust up into her as best I could, but she rose and fell above me
like a boat with a wave passing under its bow, never pausing as she
diddled herself on my desperately extended cockhead. It was almost
as if the rest of me wasn't there. "Please," I said, finally.
"Please!" My need to cum became intense, then excruciating, and I
lunged at her again. But again she rose, and again I fucked only
the empty air. "Please, Laurel!"
"Not until you promise," she replied in almost a sing-song. "But
now, even if you do promise now, it'll happen only if I feel like
it!"
x.
"For Christ's sake, enough! More than enough! Cut it out! Untie
me!"
"All right, if that's what you want. I'll go get the knife. But
remember later what you just asked me to do!"
xi.
"Oh, is that your safe word you're trying to grunt through that
ball gag? Well, I don't remember any more what word I gave you to
say when you wanted to wimp out. I knew you'd object when I told
you I was turning you over to Carl. But don't worry about it.
Another twenty lashes and that tush of yours'll be so painful
you'll beg me to call Carl in to take care of it for you. He'll
oil it inside and out, and then I'm sure he'll make it feel so good
you won't even notice when I leave to tend to my other clients."
xii.
"Jimmy, this is the third fist fight you've been in this week! I
told you last time, one more and we're going to have the doctor fix
your problem for good! Well that's it! Get your coat, no, get
your sister's coat this time, and put it on while I warm up the car
and make just one phone call!"
xiii.
"Nahh! Mother-son acts were always a novelty, and they don't draw
the crowds like they used to. So after tonight we'll convert some
of the couples we got out on the circuit into mother-daughter acts.
Then we'll see how that goes. No problem, most of 'em have been
fuckin' each other on stage twice a night for so long that chances
are they like it. And when a kid sees what happens to his momma if
he don't go along, he'll agree, even if his momma don't want to beg
for him to agree. We'll tell 'em when they do it we'll let 'em go
after a while, it's their only chance, or somethin'like that. Then
fuck 'em! Later on they'll both be able to pick up extra money lap
dancing, so they'll both come out ahead even after I get my cut."
xiv.
"I felt in her panties while she closed both arms around my neck
and kissed me deeply, so deeply her tongue seemed to reach far back
into my throat. My heart pounded, she was so beautiful, so very
beautiful, and now so passionate too, heated to frenzy with her
hips writhing against me, I never dreamed she'd ever feel this way
about me! My fingers down below felt that she was soaking wet, and
she began to moan. Then when I knew there was no turning back for
either of us, I reached further down to finger her glorious,
glorious pussy, and found there was something in the way!"
xv.
"No, we don't want to make them into just housewives eager to serve
you, though they'll become that gratefully enough after we're
finished with them. We want them to become real sluts on your
behalf, the kind that can't wait for nightfall, so they can go into
the streets to earn for you whatever it was they used to earn when
they were tending to business but also fucking their secretaries,
once too often it would seem. Don't worry! We know how to train
husbands so they'll want to become highly capable housewife whores
who feel proud to serve you, and that's what we'll do, and that's
what they'll become. Any other questions?"
xvi.
"No, not everyone comes out of this machine feeling the same way
about sex they did when we strapped them into it. You won't, for
instance. Not at all, I'm afraid! The Controller told us that
ever since you chose to oppose her in Council, she has been wishing
you had a different perspective. Now you'll have one. You may be
surprised how you'll feel about sex and lots of other things after
this treatment. Aren't we about ready now, Omicron?"
xvii.
"Yes, Bob, you seem perfect for the job, and it's yours if you want
it. But you should understand, it's not quite what you think. You
see, men no longer dominate the wholesale beauty equipment
business. Gay hairdressers prefer to give their business to other
gays, and women beauticians would rather work with other women. So
here's what we propose."
xviii.
"I'm sure that by now you've each noticed that your wives on that
couch over there are sucking and licking and nuzzling each other's
cunts to climax. That's how I've amused myself since I retired
from the stage, getting people to do things like that. Well,
they'vee been at it since this morning, and they're getting pretty
tired after who knows how many orgasms. That's why I told them to
do it in slow motion when you two came by to get them, so I'd have
enough time to prepare you properly. That's done now I think.
Right now more than anything else they need sleep, the poor dears.
They need sleep. Sleep.
Now, I want each of you to concentrate. Concentrate. Just look at
me and concentrate. Yes. Each of you, decide which wife you want
to be for tonight while they sleep, which wife making the other
feel as blissful as your own wives feel right now after spending
the day in each other's arms and pussies. Think about it, then
tell me. Then while you're down here being their replacements,
they can be upstairs getting some real sleep in each other's arms,
maybe even in each other's pussies too if they still feel like it.
Maybe you two also, later on. You'll all four know a lot more
about how to enjoy each other by the end of this weekend."
xix
Hank didn't understand it at all at first, so I had to spell it out
for him. "What good is it going with a fraternity boy," I asked
him, "if there's the whole fraternity there ready to provide a
standard of comparison and the boy I'm dating won't even let me use
it? What's he afraid I'll find out?" So I made him set me up in
his room and then keep them lined up outside my door all night. By
morning I could tell him I'd be happy to accept his pin, because he
was almost as good as most them, and better than some, but mainly
because he was so sweet about helping me satisfy my needs!
xx.
"Of course, if you want to. Here, just do it, I'm ready. That's
it. Does it feel good? Oh, yes! Yes! Yes, here! That's it!
Ahhhh! Now you won't want to patronize any of those other
telephone SPAM numbers ever again will you? Oh! Unh!! Unhh!
Unhhh! Unhhhh! UNHHHHH! OHHHHHHH! Ahhhhhhh! That was
wonderful. Again? Whatever you say, lover! But now it's your
turn! This time, you bend over for me!"
********
End, Teasers, (c) 1997 by Vickie Tern
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