TG: Trust Me! 6 by Vickie Tern, femdom, wife, M/F, M/M 

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                                 TRUST ME!
                               by Vickie Tern



                                   VI.

     Dinner was a confused memory even while it was happening.  I
couldn't remember anything Monica wanted me to practice about how
ladies dine out.  I didn't hear the waiter ask for my order, and
then realized I hadn't even read the menu.  When I said, flustered,
"Oh, just a salad, no dressing, thank you", Monica smiled approval
-- she was always after me to look more svelte, and I'd already
gone down two dress sizes since she'd begun my full scale
feminizing.  Several times she grinned mischievously when she saw
me staring at Ben's crotch.  He had huge shoulders, yet he moved
like a dancer.  

     In fact Ben was the soul of affability, and tried to
compliment me on my dress, and my hair, and my perfume, and he
asked me with sincere interest how I spend my time now I've retired
>from work, his eyes penetrating into mine.  I tried to reply
politely in my littlest girl voice, because that was all I could
muster.  Yet, my imagination kept feeling him penetrate my asshole
with his prick, his hidden meat burying itself in that very same
pristine bottom I was sitting on at that very moment, and I was
disconcerted.  Monica knew what was happening of course, and was
vastly amused.  When we left him to go to the ladies, she clutched
my arm and barely suppressed her hilarity, and said, "Isn't this
fun?"  For her it was.  

     I have to admit it, after we got back to the room, for me it
was too.  A little.  This time I drank very little wine.  I wanted
to be all there.  Both of us took off our dresses and put on our
sexiest negligees -- Monica told me to slip into the new one she'd
bought me just last week, and I realized she'd bought it for just
this purpose.  Ben stripped himself naked, and lounged back in a
soft chair like a Lord of the Manor accustomed to being served.  As
indeed he was.  He was solidly built, muscular, and looked regal,
somehow commanding, fully in charge.  As he studied my figure in
its flowing, lacy satin, I felt suddenly naked and vulnerable and
helpless. All of a sudden I hoped anxiously that I could somehow
please him.  Monica seemed to know he would have this effect on me. 
"Isn't he gorgeous?" she asked me.  "All right, darling," and she
sat down in a chair to watch and curled up her legs, her favorite
relaxed position. "My pretty cock sucker darling.  Show my man what
kind of a woman you are now!  Don't worry.  He'll be gentle."

     He was gentle, as if he knew this was all new to me, my maiden
voyage all over again.  He suggested that I kneel between his legs
and kiss his thighs and just get used to things first, just hold
his penis gently, and stroke it, with one hand or both, and kiss it
only if the mood took me.  I felt very strange, very
humble, kneeling in front of this powerful naked God.  I gently,
timidly took up his soft cock in one hand, and found that it was
quite heavy.  I needed both hands to grasp it all around, and then
it started to grow.  After a minute or so I kissed it shyly, and
then kissed it again.  It got bigger.  When it was half-hard I
looked up at him, feeling like a very little girl indeed, because
its size already worried me.  Could I get it into my mouth?  He
smiled encouragement.  

     So I began to lick it, ever so daintily, on its very tip.  He
felt deliciously smooth on my tongue, just as Monica had described
it, and his pre-cum tasted like sweet cream.  I tried to remember
how Monica told me I had blown Eric. I tried to remember what girls
had done with my penis in high school, when they wanted me to know
they liked me.  I tried to remember everything Monica had
resurrected about giving head when she was a girl, those old
memories she had been so eager to share with me.  Was it for this? 
I slid my tongue down his shaft, and worshipped it with my lips and
tongue, and cupped the huge purple head in my lips, opening my jaw
wide.  I felt my face strain, but finally the entire head was
stuffing my mouth, and I started to suck.  Now, at this moment, I
thought to myself, I am a cock sucker.  A true cock sucker.  I am
just what my wife called me.  I am sucking a man's cock.  The idea
that I was a man sucking another man's cock was intolerable, so I
concentrated on feeling myself to be a woman sucking a man's cock.  
I am a beautiful, desirable woman sucking her man's cock, I repeated 
to myself.  I felt it!  My head arched coyly, sinuously, until it
pressed into his beautifully muscled abdomen, and I lunged down.  

     His silky smooth cock head entered my throat, and I tried to
swallow it whole, even with his whole body attached.  For a moment
I gagged, then I felt the whole of him slither freely in and out of
my mouth and down and up my throat.  Then I lost it.  I began to
face-fuck him furiously, my arms resting on his thighs and my hands
lightly caressing his groin.  My saliva slicked his pole as I
bobbed my head over him repeatedly, mindlessly,, and felt him begin 
to swell, then to throb.  Then cream poured out of him into my mouth 
and all over my face, no matter how frantically I tried to suck 
and lick and swallow it all.  I tried to catch my breath, and heard 
him breathing heavily.  Then we both held still for a moment.  When 
he put his hands on either side of my head, pressing his palms on my 
curls, and turned my face to look up at him, I saw he was satisfied, and
I smiled.  I felt a delicious warmth in my tummy.  I glanced down,
and saw his cock still staring up at me, glistening, enormous, like a
small baseball bat.  It hadn't gone down at all.  I'd had that in
my mouth and down my throat?                                      

     "It's time, little lady," he said to me.  Incredibly, with a
single bend and twist, he stood and then scooped me up and carried
me over to the bed.  I felt so utterly helpless!  So dependent!  I
gazed into his eyes, and saw there only tender concern.  "How shall
I set you down, Andrea dear?" he asked.  "Back or tummy?"

     "On my back, please" I replied.  Then as if I were someone
else, I said, "I want to see your face, and kiss it.  You're
wonderful!"  Over his shoulder I saw Monica leaning forward, her
finger tips propped up under her chin, attentive to everything that
had been happening.  When she heard me say that, she positively
glowed!  "Isn't he?" she said when my glance caught her eye.  

     Then this superb man screwed me thoroughly, inside out!  He 
wrapped my legs around his neck and leaned on the undersides of 
my thighs, and told me to grasp the ornate bed stead behind me to 
brace myself, so I could move under him if I couldn't bear just
lying there.  Then he pressed that huge soft cock head
against my anus, then paused, then proceeded further.  His
incredible cock was still soaked in our juices, and feeling I was
giving birth, or being born, I felt him split me wide and enter
into me.  Just the cock head, but the feeling of pressure was 
incredible, at first almost painful.  But it soon changed to a 
different kind of pressure, a richer, joyous feeling of fullness, 
a sweet yearning slowly building as he moved the enormous 
length of his member deeper into me and then pulled it out again,
and in and out, until just as Monica had described, my breathing
became moans and my moans became shrieks, and they coruscated one
after another.  Faster, as my body rose to meet every thrust, and
then began to fly.  The pressure in my loins crested, then suddenly
transmuted into pure bliss.  I felt like one whole, perfect, 
incandescent orgasm!  At that moment I felt him straining and lunging
toward an impossible goal, and then suddenly he went rigid, and 
his prick throbbed an ocean of cum into me, or so it seemed.  
We just lay there quietly a second time, again breathing heavily.  
He smiled at me.  I raised my head and kissed him on the lips, 
tenderly, then lay back satisfied.  I had never felt more like a 
woman.  He withdrew and rolled off me, and I felt a yearning emptiness.

     After a moment I sat up and looked over at Monica.  She was
all smiles.  "You were wonderful, Andrea," she said.  "I felt like
applauding.  This time you'll remember.  I'm sure of it.  Isn't
being a woman just marvelous, when there are such men?  But now
come sit over here.  It's my turn now."

     I sat down, and my wife sat down on the bed and leaned over
Ben's face while he looked up at her.  She licked his lips and then
his tongue the way I had licked his cock.  There was a coiled
tension about the way she moved, and he reached into her crotch to
finger fuck her, his wrist undulating in an almost snake-like movement. 
And so they played with each other for a few minutes, their desire 
for each other building, until as I could see his cock was even 
larger than I had remembered, a tower standing sky high.  Then 
suddenly my Monica pushed him down, rose over him, and impaled
herself on it.  Her whole cunt swallowed it up, how I can't
imagine, in one single savage thrust.  Ben then rolled over her, and I
was altogether forgotten.  He humped her with brutal force,
his great body plunging in at her over and over, but she loved it. 
Each time he lunged she cried out "Yes!" and then louder, "Yes!"
and then louder still, "YES!!"  It went on and on.  They were like
some enormous power plant, their whole bodies pulsating and surging
and pistoning against each other, desire rising higher and
higher even as they gratified it.  Finally there was a tremendous
explosion, both of them together shouting through choked throats, loud
deep guttural cries, and the bed seemed to shake.  When I could see
them again they were both soaked, and so wrapped up in each other
there was no way to tell where one began and the other left off. 
Monica's eyes were glazed, but as they crossed my line of sight I
smiled at her, and she seemed to smile wanly back. 

     A terrible thought suddenly crossed my mind.  Her cunt was
loaded with his cum.  His huge prick was still crammed deep into
her, bottling it all up.  She disliked contraceptives of all kinds,
and of course she never used them, which was why she'd asked me to
have a vasectomy.  But Ben hadn't had a vasectomy.  His cum was
thick, clotted, dense with sperm, I was sure.  I could see it on
the towel I had been sitting on, already soaked, with cum still
flowing out of me.  I knew she'd had no period within the past two
weeks  -- I couldn't remember seeing menstrual blood on her panties
recently when I'd rinsed them out for her.  She might be at the
peak of her fertility right now!

     "Monica!" I called to her in alarm!  

     Monica looked over at me serenely, her draped body now at
peace, deeply satisfied in some primal, special way.  "Andrea," she
said.  "Now go to bed.  Show's over.  I wanted you to see for
yourself that I'm having sex with a real man, and no mistake about
it.  Now you know.  Good night!  Ben and I have some things to do
now that are just between us. I'll see you in the morning.  We'll
have a swim before breakfast.  Any time after seven.  Don't worry
about waking me, I'll still be up."

     And she turned her attention back to the man she was wrapped
around.  I stood up, and walked into my room, and closed the door. 
For the rest of the night, I heard occasional strange moans and
cries and grunts coming from their room, but didn't dare imagine 
what might be causing them.