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Tgff, rom, spank, interracial, intergenerational, mild BDSM, Witchcraft
This story contains sex, full frontal nudity, bondage, SM, transsexuals,
lesbians and a few other things that might not be legal in your locale.
If you do not choose to read about this, or if it is illegal for you to
do so, do not read it. Skip it in its entirety. Avoid it at all costs.
However, if you wish to continue, you may find this isn't your typical
wank story. Each part has something of a plot, or at least a reason
for happening, and the whole story is filled with very much love and
romance, and a moderate amount of sex. Sorry, guys looking for typical
TG stories won't find this one real interesting. Tough. It is, however,
realistic. It's about me ("Jeannette" aka "Jean"), my fiancee Michelle
(aka Chelle), and another friend of mine, Rachel. None of this story
actually happened, and I've never met Rachel in real life, yet I've tried
to show us all realistically, as we might have done the events described.
I wrote most of this a year ago. It is my second-ever attempt at writing
anything serious. Once I finish it, I'll also post the first attempt,
which I call "Rewards." I call this one, "Us Three."
Enjoy.
Blessed Be
Jeannette
mswillow@nomorespam.juno.com
Oh, just because I'm sharing this with y'all doesn't mean that it's not
copyrighted. It is. However, I WILL let y'all make copies of it, ifn
you give me the credit (or assign me the blame) for having written it.
If you're making money off of it, that's great too. Hope you make a
big-assed pile of it, so you can roll around in it and retire forever,
and hire Bill Gates to lick your shoes clean for you. Just please keep
me as the author of this, ok? Thanks. Jeannette
Us Three copyright (c) 1997, 1998 Jeannette Cathy Wilson
Part Five
The call came late on Thursday night.
"Hello? Yes, this is she. What? Those morons! They did
*what*?!? Oh Goddess! Tell them no, stop right now and
restore from the backups. The backups. The ones they've
been doing every night. Damn! I see. Yes, yes, I'll be
packed. I'll see you tomorrow at ten, then. Ok, ok, at
nine." I put the phone down a lot more gently than I felt.
"Who was that?" asked Rachel, looking up from her homework.
"Oh, those stupid morons at Corporate screwed up *again*,
and I have to go bail their smelly asses out, *again*, and
that shoots our nice, quiet weekend right in the ass
*again*. Dammit, when will they *learn*, if you want a job
done *right*, hire a goddamned WOMAN! GRRRR!" It's hard to
tell, but this is half the reason that I so love this job.
Not only do I get paid extra every time those morons screw
up, but I get to indulge in a bit of histrionics as well.
They'll never hire a woman to do it right, so they end up
paying me twice as much in consulting fees to do it over.
With luck, this little fiasco, aside from keeping me up for
a few days, will also pay for much of that Gold Wing that
Michelle has been lusting after.
I went off to the bedroom to pack my stuff for the weekend,
and interrupted Michelle in the middle of, ahem, shall we
say "enjoying herself"?
"Don't mind me, love, I just need to get some clothes and
shit packed. Looks like another flight to Springfield." At
least *I* get the Frequent Flyer miles <grin>.
She helped me pack, while I got my makeup bag together.
While gathering my face paint, I remembered something -
Rachel's clan-J bracelet! I never finished that for her!
Now, see, this isn't just a small thing. The clan jewelry
keeps me "in touch" with my grrls, all over North America.
By wearing mine, I can feel what the others who are wearing
it feel. With Michelle already to the point of "enjoying
herself", and them being home alone, I knew darned well what
was going to happen. Since I already have a *strong*
telempathic link with Michelle, and can *always* feel her
when she gets going, I thought I'd try "listening in" on
Rachel at the same time.
"Hon, will you please throw my blue silk dress and the
matching heels, and some hose, together for me? I have
something to finish before I leave."
"No problem, Jean." I kissed her as I walked out (and
copped a quick feel, too, while I was at it). She smiled at
me.
I went to the spare room, and quickly finished a bracelet to
match Rachel's necklace. Going back to the living room, I
held it out for her.
"Rachel, love, here's the matching bracelet to your
necklace. Now, please, as a favor to me, don't take this
off, ok? You may remove the necklace, but not the bracelet,
not till I tell you it's OK. Got that?"
"Got it, Chief. Hey, this fits like a glove!" She twisted
her arm around, and the bracelet hardly moved.
Before I went to bed that night (as usual, sandwiched
between two of the sweetest young women around), I put on my
full clan-j set.
I was up at five-thirty, to give me time to get all
prettified. It's hard work, being a lipstick lesbian, but
*somebody* has to do it. Might as well be me. *smile* I
wore my teal-green silk suit and flats to the airport, cause
it shows off my (dyed) red hair so beautifully. As I left,
I kissed both my grrls gently on the toes as they slept.
Rachel giggled a bit and pulled away. She's a tad ticklish.
While waiting for the plane, I had to endure yet another
totally clueless self-centered het guy hitting on me. When
I pointed out to him that I'm a lesbian, he wanted to watch.
At least he left when I told him that my name *used* to be
John. I had the satisfaction of watching this already-
slightly-drunk butthead turn green, and lurch off to the
bathroom. There are some advantages to being trans, after
all. *bwahahahahaha*
When I arrived, I found out that they had never run even a
*single* backup, since day one. See, that was going to be
the job of the new guy that they were going to hire, but
then they had a hiring freeze on, and just never got around
to it. I dug in my purse, and took out the roll of root beer
flavored Round Tuits (kind of like Lifesavers, really), and
told them they no longer had an excuse.
"Glad I brought the programs with me!", I thought, while
armpits deep in the mess that used to be their database.
Somebody had turned the fileserver off late in the
afternoon, and the entire thing was well and truly scrod. I
was going to be there until late Saturday, at the earliest.
Back at home, the grrls had gotten themselves off to school
on time (one advantage of being trans - I never had to put
up with them when they were little. Michelle gets up fine,
but Rachel takes a few tries before she really wakes up).
Michelle got out first, and when she got home, I felt it.
She headed straight to her "toy" collection, and "copped a
buzz", as I call it. I felt her doing it, and checked on
the clan set to see that Rachel wasn't there. I jotted down
the time, that she was alone, and that she only came once,
and continued my work.
Later that evening, when Rachel returned home, they were at
it again. This time, since I was there alone, I put Donna
Lewis on a secretary's CD Rom drive, turned her speakers up,
and "linked" with Michelle, to the song, "I love you always
and forever".
See, it's weird, but ever since Michelle and I first met and
made love, I can always tell when she's having sexual fun.
That's the *only* time when *I* get horny, too. I still
have no real use for this kind of bond, and I've never heard
of anybody else with this psychic ability - I guess it's not
one that had any survival benefits over the eons. I keep
writing them down when they happen, documenting this
ability, and to date, unless I've been sound asleep, I've
caught her every time. Maybe some day we'll be rich and
famous because of this - yeah, and if you believe that, let
me show you this bridge I have for sale...
But between that ability, and my being able to see what she
sees, well, it can get interesting. This time, being linked
with her, *and* feeling her sexual thrills, *and* feeling
Rachel at the same time, well, I'm just glad that much of my
work involved waiting for the PC to do stuff. I was in no
real shape to do much :)
I've always been an exhibitionist, but now I got to be a
voyeur too! I was in Michelle's head, a full sensory
linkup, seeing with her eyes (a closeup of Rachel's blonde
muff), hearing with her ears (slightly muffled by Rachel's
hands on them, pulling 'Chelle's face tightly to herself),
and, more importantly, tasting and smelling what she
smelled, while at the same time, feeling from Rachel's end
exactly how good that felt! For a good hour plus, I didn't
get *any* work done at all (but I billed them anyway, seeing
as how I'd not eaten yet), while they went at it. Rachel
came twice, quickly, then Michelle did, three times in
twenty minutes. I had sense enough to jot down all the
relevant information - who came, when, how often, and what
caused it.
The next day, while I set up the program to rebuild all the
doubly-linked lists in the database, they were at it again.
This time I "caught" Rachel and Michelle doing some mutual
masturbation, and, later on, some tribadism (look it up if
you don't know the word). By late that evening, I was
finished with the fixup, and made my reservations for the
plane trip home. When I called home to tell them I'd be
back Sunday before noon, I also told Michelle exactly what
she had been doing, and when. When she kept telling me to
shut up, and giggling, I knew that I had it almost to the
minute.
I never should have told her... Never, *ever* tell your
lovers something like that. While I was en route, she was
not "doing" anything... I should have been very suspicious
about that.
I put the Jeep away and walked in, carrying my bags. They
were waiting for me. I wrestled, but hampered with luggage
(and the desire not to hurt anybody or anything), the two of
them overcame me, and soon they had me bound and gagged.
"So, you enjoyed the show we put on, did you?" sneered
Rachel, as Michelle stood by me, menacingly. "You liked to
watch us, eh?" Michelle commented. "Well, we know how to
deal with that!" They both made quite sure that I was
comfortable, took me to the bathroom, put a glass of water
and some pretzels in a bowl beside me, then handcuffed my
arms together and tied me to the chair. I had a great view
of the bed... and could do nothing else but watch the show
they put on.
They started by stripping each other, in a very sexy
striptease. Some of their clothing wound up landing on me
when they threw it. I think they did that on purpose.
Next, they gave each other a tongue bath, licking
everywhere. This was tormenting me! They were so *sexy*,
so *sensual* about it, and I longed to be there helping!
(Yes, if I *really* had to, I could pop the cuffs (we use
play cuffs, they do not *need* a key to remove), but that
would have ended the scene. I wanted to see what else they
had in mind.)
Next, Rachel pulled out a bowl of fruit, and Michelle a can
of whipped cream. Rachel took a strawberry between her
teeth, and they kissed. I saw the juice dripping down
Michelle's chin, and then Rachel licked it clean. Then,
Rachel lay on her back, and Michelle carefully put two
pineapple rings around her nipples, and a cherry over the
middle. She then licked them clean in a spiral, ending
when she ate the fruit off, and sucked greedily on Rachel's
breasts.
I was getting my punishment in spades. I was still able to
feel this whole thing, through Rachel's bracelet and
Michelle's bond with me, and I was able to see it, and I
couldn't touch! I have to say, both my grrls sure know how
to be wickedly sadistic when they want to. At least I had
my hands sort of free. I unbuttoned my silk blouse, popped
my bra (front-close racer-back, the kind I *always* wear),
and began to fondle my breasts, the chain between the cuffs
cold against my chest.
I looked up when I heard giggling, to see Michelle on her
back, whipped cream all over her chest. The contrast of the
white whipped cream and her chocolate-brown skin was a sight
to behold. Rachel dived in face first, and then looked up
at me. With whipped cream covering her face, she licked her
lips, wiped some off, and winked at me! She *knew* what she
was doing to me, and she was enjoying it! Ooooh, those two!
When I get my hands on them, I'll give them a tongue-lashing
like they've never had before. (*chuckle* That's probably
exactly what they wanted, too.)
Soon Michelle was licking Rachel's face for the last of the
whipped cream. "Will you at least save me the nitrous?" I
mumbled through the gag. Either they heard me, or they had
no plans for that buzz tonight, because they left the empty
can on the table.
Next thing I knew, Michelle had her legs off the bed, face
down, and Rachel had a new toy, something they must have
just bought, a black strap-on. Michelle had talked about
this, but we'd never done more than just talk. I watched,
and Michelle squirmed, as Rachel put on a glove, lubed up
Michelle's ass, and slid the condom-covered toy inside. It
looked like fun! The thing wasn't really large, and
apparently Michelle felt no discomfort as Rachel began
pushing it in and out. Soon they were both moaning, and I
felt / saw Rachel come, then Michelle soon thereafter.
What happened next really blew my mind. Rachel pulled out,
and tossed the condom in the trash. She unstrapped the toy,
and handed it to Michelle, who put it on. Rachel then
strolled over to untie me, and she pulled me over to the bed
with them.
"I wanna try something real different, Jean. Lie on your
back."
I did so, all excited, trying to anticipate what she wanted.
Rachel then climbed atop me, and slowly lowered herself on
to my "organic strap-on." Once she was there, she lay down
and Michelle climbed up. She lubed Rachel's anus, and then
slid the new toy inside her.
Rachel went wild! She was moving wildly back and forth,
fucking both Michelle and me at the same time. I saw *and*
felt exactly what she was experiencing, and what Michelle
felt, too, as well as my own body. It was too much, too
intense. I felt my soul mingling with both of theirs,
blending, melding, so the boundaries of whose body it was
disappeared. I have no idea who came when, or how often,
all I know is that *we* came, repeatedly and nearly
continuously. At one point, the Goddess was there with us,
watching, smiling, holding my/our hand.
We fell asleep in a big pile of arms and legs, all of us too
drained to move. I put the empty whipped-cream can in the
trash the next day. No drug *ever* will get me half as high
as I was that afternoon.
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