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The New Woman

During the 18 months we went together, she would never let me have normal sex with her. All she would do was masturbate me to climax. It had been enough, though, since Sheila was so sensuous, beautiful. Her
long, curly black hair, slender legs, large breasts, firm and small ass held me in check. Her blue eyes, tiny 5'2", 98 pound frame, the way she would slide her hands up between her thighs when she was relaxing, mesmerized me into complying with her every wish. At 22, Shell was at the peak of her sexuality but
still a virgin, I guessed. When I'd get really hot, she'd face me and begin massaging my penis. Her hands would, at first, lightly brush my hardness, then she'd start applying more pressure on the organ but hardly move her hand, driving me crazy with the need for release. 

At a party shortly before our wedding, she was wearing a tight mini and low-cut blouse as she slow danced with me. Feeling my bulge, she led me to a balcony in one of the upstairs bedrooms. "Jim, time to see how far we can make 'little friend' stretch," she giggled, wine running through her body. She started by barely touching my cock, as always. Just a gentle brush with her hand across the hardness in my pants. "Want to
come out now?" she was looking right at my prick, her unmoving hand now applying steady pressure to
the bulge. "Please," I said. "Let it come out now." She slowly unzipped my pants, withdrew the eight
inches of me, and began her usual very slow up and down strokes of my pulsing organ, her tiny hand not
quite making it around the circumference of my thick member. Staring and smiling at my cock, her hand beginning to go faster and harder, she pulled me right to the balcony's fence and stuck my cock between one of the barriers, her hand still pumping me. "Let's shoot it over the edge," she said, pumping hard and fast now. "I want to hear you moan before your cum shoots over the edge," she continued, milking my prick even harder and faster. 

Moaning and shooting a huge load over the edge, I could see a strange look in her eyes, a sense of intense release, as my load went over the balcony. She looked over the edge as my cum fell three stories to
the ground. She seemed to radiate sheer delight, as she watched my cum splatter on a sidewalk below,
as though its death on the distant walkway was a matter of importance to her. Without a word, she pushed my cock back in my pants, zipped up my fly and turned towards the door that led back into the bedroom. Stopping right in the doorway, she slid her right hand up between her thighs, massaged herself into
dampness, withdrew her hand from between her legs and put the juicy fingers in my mouth. "Worth waiting for?" she asked me. "I can't wait to put my tongue, my cock inside you," I said to Sheila. Not answering me, she tugged down on her mini. 

Shelia's best friend, Nancy, was a regular at our house, always close by Shelia. Nancy was a tremendously sexy woman of twenty-something, shoulder-length blonde hair, hourglass figure, athletic at every visible point on her body. Absolute perfection in a woman. Sheila and Nancy were so close, one wouldn't even go to the bathroom without the other accompanying her. At parties, the two would vanish for hours. "Aren't you and Nancy a little too close?" I asked Sheila the day before our wedding. "Nancy's really into me," Sheila's reply, as she waved at Nancy, cooking something up in the kitchen of my home. Nancy
sensually brushed by me, as she and Sheila headed for the main bathroom. "Girl stuff," Sheila laughed back at me over her shoulder; Nancy just smiling and flinging her hair in my direction. 

I listened by the door of that bathroom, hoping to find out if the 'girl talk' was more of a lesbian cunt licking thing between the two. "Nancy's really into me," Sheila's recent comment, may be a literal thing, I reasoned. Standing extremely quietly by the bathroom door, I heard the unmistakable sounds of sexual pleasure: "Nancy," moaned my bride-to-be Sheila, "faster, deeper." Cunt-licking lesbian Nancy was tongue
fucking my Sheila, the woman who wouldn't give me anything in the way of sexual release but a hand to jerk me off with. I pushed open the door, planning on telling the lesbian Nancy to get her tongue out of my Sheila's cunt. What I witnessed was a thick, ten inch dick sticking out from between Nancy's legs, her mini rolled up to her hips, a set of huge balls slapping against Sheila's ass as Nancy butt fucked her. Sheila was bent over the toilet, her own mini up to her waist, as Nancy was pile-driving her cock up Sheila's ass. The both of them looking at me, smiling as Nancy continued to fuck Sheila, left me speechless. I just stared
at the two as Nancy withdrew her cock from Sheila and turned her around so she could face her. Nancy then lifted Sheila's left leg and braced it on the edge of the sink. Sheila's legs spread wide and at an
angle, Nancy moved in and sank the whole ten inches of her cock into my Sheila's cunt. Fucking Sheila
hard and fast, Nancy slowly moved to her left so I could get a clear view of this beautiful blonde woman with a ten inch cock fucking my wife. 

I realized that my presence meant nothing to the two of them, the screwing not even slowed by my discovery. I also realized I had not done nor said anything during my presence there. I found, too, that
my cock was rock hard. I was enjoying the scene tremendously, in fact. "Fuck her deeper," I heard myself say to Nancy, Sheila with her mouth wide open from pleasure, speechless and frozen. "I've been driving my cock in her for nearly a half hour," Nancy said to me. "Watch as I fill her up with my cum." Nancy, small but athletically powerful, began slamming her dick so hard into Sheila that Sheila actually lifted off the floor entirely. At the same time, Nancy used the fingers on both of her hands to spread Sheila's cunt lips so
far apart that I could see the cum juice from Nancy being pumped inside her, the head on Nancy's dick the only part of the shaft now entering Sheila. Finishing up, Nancy pulled her dick out of Sheila and
tucked it back up inside her mini skirt. Sheila, still wide-mouthed with pleasure, slowly lowered her leg from the sink, great gobs of cum running down her legs, oozing from her cunt. 

"I've been fucking Sheila for over two years now, six months before she met you," Nancy, appearing totally female again, said to me. "We fucked at your parties, in your office bathroom, in the women's rooms
at the restaurants you took us. I'll fuck her at your wedding," she continued in a soft, feminine voice. "I'll fuck her on your wedding night, right before she jerks you off." I then realized why Sheila and Nancy wore mini's so often: easy access. Sheila, regaining control, said to me: "I still want to marry you, Jim, but you have to agree to let Nancy fuck me whenever she desires. And only her. No one, nothing else. Ever. I only want her cock in me. In my ass, my mouth, my cunt...Nancy's cock only. I'll jerk you off, though. I'll let you watch Nancy fuck me. I'll be a great wife for all your other needs, except the intercourse, naturally." 

Our wedding was the social affair of the week. Important guests, relatives from all over the country. Sheila looked glorious and beautiful in white. Nancy, as bridesmaid, close by her side. During the
reception, Sheila and Nancy went off to do 'girl things' in the women's restroom. They were in there for over 40 minutes. Sheila looked so refreshed when she came out; Nancy so relaxed and sensually female. Sheila sitting with me on a coach, I put my head on her lap. I could smell the heavy aroma of Nancy's cum seeping right through Sheila's white wedding dress. "I'm a little sore," Sheila said to me, my head still
in her lap. "Nancy pumped herself into me front and back." "Did you enjoy it?" my response muffled by my face buried in the front of Sheila's dress, my head covering up the damp spot on the gown where moisture from inside my wife and Nancy's heavy cum had combined and found their way through panties and dress. "Of course," Sheila's straight-forward reply. "Nancy wants me back in about an hour so I can suck her off. I can hardly wait. Her cum is addictive. I must have it." "Can I be there?" my question. Sheila just nodded her head yes. I removed my head from Sheila's lap, replaced it with my right hand. The
moisture stayed hidden from the guests present. I looked across the room to where Nancy was standing, talking to three men. I saw a total female, dripping with feminine sexuality, entertaining those men with her words. The 5'4", slender, long-haired, large-breasted blonde with wide hips and a matching small waist knew how to make her body draw the attention of men. She had absolute power over men. They often begged her to dominate them, which she would, of course. Nancy's primary mission was to promote female supremacy in any form she though would find success. I recalled that she had just finished screwing my wife in the ass and cunt with a ten inch dick, as I stared at her turning on the three men with her feminine charm. 

Less then an hour later, still at our wedding reception, the three of us--Sheila, my new wife, Nancy and me--were in the bathroom together. Sheila was down on her knees in front of Nancy's now totally naked body. Nancy showed off her perfect female breasts, each jutting straight out. The wide hips on her, the narrow waist, no sign of an adam's apple, no surgical scars anywhere (how can that be!?). This was a true woman
but one with balls and cock , too, I thought to myself. Her every motion feminine, her voice the softness
only a woman could express makes me wonder exactly what she is or was. Especially when I see ten inches of uncircumcised cock sticking straight out of her and huge, swollen balls hanging from the area where her cunt should be. No sign that Nancy ever had a female sex organ was apparent. I do recall Sheila
saying that Nancy was born near Chernobyl, in the old Soviet Union. Could this be a new woman? How
frightening. Gorgeous women with huge cocks and addictive cum fucking the hell out of the normal women, reducing to jerk-offs the male population. Possibly even turning straight males into their slaves
with their addictive cum. Sheila did say that Nancy's cum was like a narcotic, didn't she? I think to myself. I can see the future, now: Normal women impregnated with the seed of the new woman, producing more new women. Straight males addicted to the new woman's charm or addictive cum, delivering their
wives and girlfriends to the cocks of the new woman. They'll have to manufacture 'fucking stalls' for
the lady's rooms, to keep up with the traffic. Sheila then pressed her lips around the head of Nancy's thick cock. I could see my wife lovingly licking at the head of the woman's cock. A WOMAN'S COCK,!! How natural that seems to sound now. Nancy slowly moved forward, filling the mouth of my wife with the huge organ. Nancy started pumping, face fucking my wife. For twenty minutes, at least, Nancy
was driving her cock into the mouth of my wife, her balls slapping Sheila's chin. 

The sight of a woman fucking my wife in the face with a ten inch prick was so stimulating to me that my own, much smaller than Nancy's dick, tried to push through my pants. I didn't move at all during the twenty minutes that my wife sucked on Nancy's dick. I was addicted, I knew. I HAD to see Nancy fucking my wife. And I had not even had contact with Nancy's cum. Just witnessing the feminine fuck the feminine was addictive to me. Suddenly, Nancy exploded into the mouth of my wife. Despite Sheila's attempt
to swallow the whole load, cum dribbled down both sides of her chin. Nancy must have shot a cupful of whiteness into her mouth, I believe. Nancy, withdrawing her prick from Sheila's face, ran her fingers down one side of my wife's face, up the other, capturing the excess cum. Sheila licked it off her fingers. Swallowed greedily. Sheila seemed in ecstasy. It was as if she had been injected with Morphine. 

There was no kissing, no other intimacies shown between the two women. I later questioned Sheila of this and she said, "Why would I want to kiss or caress another woman?" The answer did not really amaze me...
Sheila offers her cunt, mouth, ass as a receptacle for Nancy's cock but does not wish to kiss or caress the remaining parts of Nancy because that would be making love to a woman. Sheila merely wants fucked by
Nancy's cock, that's all. The tenderness, love will be accepted and come from me, Sheila points out. I will comply, I knew. Of course, Sheila refuses the one part of me that Nancy provides: my cock. I am to be tender, loving to Sheila but never fuck her. How difficult that will be for me, I knew at the time. "How about the two of you consummating the wedding right here?" Nancy, in feminine, non-judgmental voice asked, interrupting my thoughts. There in the bathroom of the house where our reception was taking place, Sheila began her method of slowly arousing my prick with her hand. As Sheila was jerking me off, my cock held over the toilet, that my cum "would be disposed of in a proper manner once it appeared,"
Nancy was fixing her hair, applying makeup. Sheila fears my cum will somehow pollute the seed that Nancy was constantly pumping inside her, I guess. The seed of New Woman must not be contaminated by that of common man. I shot my load into the toilet; Nancy asked if I know how to flush. I flushed the cum out to the sewer. Sheila was relieved to see my cum disposed of, it was apparent. 

It's really amazing, I figure, three months later while sitting at a restaurant with my wife and Nancy. People here think I'm a very lucky man, seated here at the table with two gorgeous women in mini skirts. The waiter winks at me, believing I'm living his dream of a threesome with two ultra-beautiful women. He thinks nothing of it when the two of them go to the restaurant's women's room together. He doesn't realize that they wear mini skirts--no underwear--so one can fuck the other with little undressing effort involved. I can envision them in that restroom: Sheila, her mini rolled up to her waist, she bent forward over the toilet in the stall, her legs spread wide; Nancy, her mini too up to her waist, ten inches of her dick sliding up my wife's cunt, ass, down her throat... Too bad I can't join them there, I think. 

Returning from the restroom twenty minutes later, Sheila, as if in a drunken stupor, tells me how Nancy fucked her in the stall, drove ten inches so far into her cunt, she could feel it in her belly. She's high from Nancy's cum again. Nancy is smiling at me while Sheila is jerking me off under the table with her hand while telling me the tale. Nancy hands Sheila a napkin. Sheila wraps the napkin around the top of my prick, continues to jerk me off until I cum in the napkin. Nancy instructs me in her soft, unbearably feminine voice to take the napkin to the men's room and flush it. I obey. I am the slave of New Woman and long to carry out her every command. My cum is in the sewer again. On the way back from the men's room, I look to that waiter and think... Some threesome, this is. Me, my beautiful-but-sexually-untouchable-to-me wife, and a female nuclear accident with a ten inch insatiable and non-resistible
cock with addictive cum...... 

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