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New TG: Back Door, by Vickie Tern 2/2 Femdom, wife, M/M, M/F
This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual encounters. If
this gives offense, or if you're below the legal age to read such
things, stay implicit, don't read them.
5.
When she was gone, Bonnie finished clearing away, turned, and began
a rhythmic dance toward me. "Alvin honey," she said. "We haven't
much time, so listen. I know Delia doesn't understand what really
happened last night, and how you really felt about it. And now
she'll never want to understand. She likes this idea she's come up
with too much."
"And so do I. It keeps Dan closer to home, and it gives me someone
to be with when he isn't with me. Believe me, this is a better
outcome than any we could have hoped for for you. You get your
wife back, and sometimes me to comfort you at night. And sometimes
you get Dan too -- that'll take a little getting used to I don't
doubt, but don't tell me you felt nothing at all when that monster
meat of his was working in and out of your love-hole. Ah, I see
there was something, you can't say there wasn't, can you. Don't
feel embarrassed, almost no one can."
"And in return, all you have to do is join our family, learn how to
be one of us girls, and learn how to be please your man. Dan
obviously doesn't care if you're a man or a woman, but Delia does,
and frankly, I think you're much cuter dressed like this. It gives
me ideas, you know?"
She reached down and pulled my cock and balls through a leg of my
panties, and bent down and kissed then. "You have so much to
learn, sweetheart!" she said, her voice muffled by my lap. "I'll
bet you've never even given head to a guy. Well, you'll soon be
giving as good as you get. As Delia would say, you'll soon be
doing unto others everything you would have others do unto you."
Her mouth took me in and I began to swell up in the soft, moist
warmth, her lips enclosing my shank. Then when I had hardened,
Bonnie suddenly stood up, straddled me facing me, and sat down on
my lap again. This time my cock went deep into her wet, sweet
slit, and she leaned both arms on my shoulders, still dancing, her
hips still swaying to that same inner music. I began to feel that
sweet yearning again, and closed my eyes.
"That's it, honey. Go with it. Rise up and empty yourself into
me. That's what you want to do. That's what you've got to do.
Into my ass too, if you can go again -- I love the feel of cock in
there, the same way you will in time. Then we'll go upstairs and
get you ready, and there won't be any embarrassing bulges under
your skirt while we're at Mario's. I've got a nice outfit you can
wear, until we can get you more of your own."
"Bonnie," I said in a small voice, beginning to push rhythmically
back into Bonnie, so we were dancing together in a way.. "What can
I do? If I leave, Delia will divorce me and take everything, I
know it, and tell everyone tales about all the men who've fucked
me, and how dishonest I've been. Then no one will have anything to
do with me, except maybe other horny men. If I stay, I get to do
this with you and Delia both" -- I closed my eyes and pushed hard
and deep into Bonnie's sweet pussy -- "and much more. And it feels
marvelous! But then I have to live like a woman, and let Dan fuck
me."
"That's right. It isn't so bad, being a woman, honey. In fact
it's much nicer than being a man! It has all kinds of advantages
men know nothing about. And getting fucked by Dan isn't so bad.
Not at all. You'll see." She closed her eyes and smiled, then
picked up the pace, her loins now rolling around on mine. I
reached to grasp her writhing rear and pull it toward me. Our
breathing picked up. "The worst of it comes right away, this
afternoon at Mario's. We can get you looking presentable, but
you'll never pass. Not yet. So lots of people will know you're a
man in drag, and some will recognize you, and you'll have to
explain to them all that you've always thought you were a girl, and
now you've decided to become one and live like one. A lot of them
will smirk and make jokes behind your back, but some will admire
your courage. And eventually that's what you'll be, a girl, so
there'll be no more gossip. Believe me, Allie, that's much better
than being known for the rest of your life as a closet gay deceiver
who lacked guts. OOOhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!"
She closed her eyes and her body shuddered. Her first orgasm. But
she didn't slow down. "Monday you'll quit work and we'll begin
your transition: clothes, beauty parlor, charm school, whatever
seems to be needed. Hormones too. They'll soften and round you
out, make you more attractive as a woman. Then later, when your
breasts are large and your cock has gone limp for good, we'll
decide as a family whether to have it turned inside out and made
into a vagina, the way they do it nowadays. We'll all have
something to say about that I should think, and the majority will
rule. I think you'll end up quite pretty, though then there'd be
no more of this kind of thing of course." She gave me a bump, a
grind, and a dazzling smile. "Well, there'll still be you rolling
around on Dan's lap I suppose, and Dan with his choice of holes."
The thought amused her.
Soon she was really rolling and pitching and yawing, out of
control, and my cock was somewhere incandescent, a place where
bliss pressed in from all sides and yet seemed exquisitely
withheld. "Do you have any choice? There's nothing to choose!
We've got to get upstairs and get you started," Bonnie said between
gasps. "So tell me. Are you coming?"
"I'm coming!" I cried out. "I'm coming, Bonnie! I can't help it,
I'm coming!" And that's what I did.
6.
When I came downstairs with Bonnie nearly two hours later Dan and
Delia were sitting in the living room together, chatting like old,
intimate friends. They looked up at me. "I did the best I could
with her hair," Bonnie said apologetically. Delia smiled. "Not
bad," she said. "You'll do for now. At least you don't look
ridiculous. That's a pretty lipstick shade, I think it really is
you! Later when the beauticians have been at you, and maybe a
plastic surgeon or two, and your pills and shots start to work, and
you're better dressed and trained, you'll be quite nice. You'll
love what we're going to do with you. You're ours, now, honey! We
won't touch your asshole, of course. That's Dan's. But
understand, everything else from now on is ours, not yours. You've
got only one vote. Understood?"
I teetered on my four inch stiletto heels and pressed my elbows
into my waist, arms upraised, one hand up and one drooping, just as
Bonnie had quickly instructed me, and nodded. What else could I
do?
Dan looked at me with a slight smile. "You'll do just fine, Alvin,
sorry, I guess you're Allie now. Of course you didn't have to do
any of this as far as I'm concerned. But last night when you
passed out, the girls insisted that I take a piece of your ass then
and there. They had their little scheme all worked out. Bonnie
has always wanted someone like you to play with full time,
especially when I'm busy with other people. She's wanted a man who
cares about girl things, and a girl who can do things like a man,
someone who swings both ways and understands both ways of thinking
and feeling. Someone to shop and gossip with, who can fuck and fix
things. And Delia has her own reasons. For a long time now she's
been afraid you'd find out about us, that she's been riding my cock
for...how long has it been now, Delia, nearly two years since I
first dipped into you and you wanted to stay wrapped around me
forever? It's bothered her, how you'd feel when you found out.
Self-righteous, sure, but also devastated, and she cares about
you."
Dan stood up and took my hand, always a perfect gentleman! "But
that's all behind us now, Allie. They insisted I take your cherry
while you were out cold, and then keep at it until you came to and
knew that's where I was, so they could then do their things. And
now they've done them, and now we're a family. I'm now your
husband, so to speak, and they're my other wives. I kinda like
that. But I want you to know up front, I'd have fucked your ass
man or woman, and I mean to, often, whichever way they finally
swing you. By the way, those aren't pantyhose you're wearing now
under that skirt, are they?"
I almost wasn't listening. I shook my head 'No,' registering
meanwhile that he wanted to mount my ass as soon as we got back
from Mario's. Well, now it was his ass. And he meant well. It
was rather sweet of him in fact. He wanted to finish off for me
the new urges he'd felt awakened in me last night.
And, I realized, I'm now free to finish off other urges the girls
have awakened. I can get myself involved with other men if I want,
and with other women too while my prick holds up against the
hormones, and with still other kinds of women after it capitulates.
Not too bad. Fucking and getting fucked require the same moves,
after all, blessing equally those who give and those who receive.
Now that I've been well-fucked, I realized, I should go forth and
do likewise.
END
(c) 1997 by Vickie Tern. Permission freely granted to archive this
story, make it available, and copy it for personal use, but it is
not for sale except by me (c'mon, make me an offer).
Vickie Tern@AOL.COM
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