Carol Cum Coral A Metamorphosis Ch 05

Online dictionary definition of 'cum' -

cum - [Latin]: used to describe things with a dual nature or function. e.g., "a study-cum-bedroom"

When I arrived at Carol's townhouse, Becca's car was in the driveway but not Carol's.

The door was unlocked, so where was Carol? I walked in and was assaulted by a woman taller than Carol - Becca. She threw her arms around my neck and melded her luscious lips into mine. I softened my lips and devoured Becca's. I felt the tip of her tongue slide across my partially opened mouth, but before I could respond, she broke the kiss and leaned back against my arms around her waist and her arms around my neck. She looked into my eyes and said, "Hello, nice man." Again, my vocal cords were frozen. I was only able to say, "Wow." She broke away from me, turned her back, took three steps away and said, "We have to talk."

Those word have an ominous ring for me, and I thought, "Uh oh, what have I done now?"

Becca: Arthur, I like you. I like the fact that you're the one who dragged me, kicking and screaming, into this debacle with Carol. She spun around wearing a huge grin and said, "I'm joking." You did me the biggest favor I could imagine. I've been stalking Carol forever, and you're the reason Carol reached out to me and brought me into this picture. So you might say that I'm indebted to you.

I can tell you have a thing for me, and I think it's mutual. But - - I have divorced not too long ago, and I like being single again. I'm not looking to get into another relationship at this point in my life. Soooo, I'm going to make you an offer you can't refuse. Can we just be fuck buddies? I was speechless again. This woman has complete control of my tongue. Finally, I was able to squeak, "Becca, if that's what you want, it's more than OK with me. If I weren't concerned about Carol, I would want a stronger relationship with you. I'm head over heels - Oh Boy - I let that out of the bag. Okay Becca, I'll settle for what you're willing to give, but you have to stop flirting with me when Carol's around. I get so discombobulated that I can't think straight. You drive me crazy. By the way, where IS Carol?"

Becca: She texted me earlier. She's grocery shopping and won't be here for at least another half hour. I would like to discuss our relationship - yours, hers, and mine - with Carol before we go any further with this threesome business. I'm going to wing it - explaining to her how I think we should interact with one another. Please go along with whatever I tell her. I want her to think that I've been disturbed about our - situation since we began over a week ago. Don't worry. Nothing will change - unless she balks - except for our roles. Oh hell, I'm attracted to you, too, but I don't want to hurt Carol. She's my best friend."

Arthur: Speak of the devil, she just drove into the driveway. I thought you said she wouldn't be back for a while.

Becca: I guess I was wrong. I'm just glad she won't walk in on us - fucking on the floor.

Arthur: Becca, you DO have a weird sense of humor. Maybe that's why I fell in - Crap - I did it again. I'm really sorry. I'll go out and help her bring in the groceries, so we don't get caught canoodling.

They put the groceries away and sit down in the living room.

Carol: I've had a bitch of a day. To top it off, I had to meet with one of my student's mothers who thinks her child is a wunderkind and wonders why I was so cruel as to give her precious kid an F in English. The kid can't spell 'cat' and never turns in her homework. On top of that, I've been thinking about our - our - threesome training, and I've been sitting in wet panties for the last two hours. Because of that 'mutha', I didn't have time to go to the restroom; and then, I had to go shopping and walk around store - dripping down my leg. Both of you, kiss me and make it all better. Or better still, let me go to the bathroom and change my panties.

Becca: Oh no, Carol, now that Arthur and I are here, you must morph into Coral and be a good little sex toy. "Hey Coral.'

Carol's eyes close; Coral opens them wide. It takes Coral under two minutes to shed her clothes and glide into her 'obeisance' position. Becca reaches down, takes Coral's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, and pulls Coral upward. Coral is slow getting to her feet - her nipples are extended painfully - and she squeals loudly.

Becca: Uh uh uh. Remember what you were supposed to do when you're pulled to your feet. NO loud sounds above a low moan. Now you have to be punished for disobedience.

Coral: I wanted to, but it hurts, and I screamed before I could muffle it.

Becca: The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Own up Coral. Take your punishment like a man. Oh, you don't have a penis? Well, I'll give you a choice. Either twenty-five very hard 'love pat's' on your ass or - um - how about you stuff your wet panties in your mouth and suck 'em dry.

Coral: Well, since I've been scooping out and eating my own pussy juices for the last few days - that's an easy choice - I'll suck my panties dry.

Becca: Not so fast, me fair damsel. If you choose your panties, you have to suck them every day after work from now on. You may drive home with the crotch on your tongue and the rest hanging out of your mouth until you drive into the driveway, walk to the house, open the front door, and walk in. OR - you can stuff them into your pussy, drive home, and then suck them dry. If you have to stop at a store or whatever, you must keep them inside you - just try not to walk funny. So now, what do you opt for?

Coral: The last time you 'love patted' my ass, I wasn't able to sit comfortably for two days. I had to stand in front of my classes all day. Driving back and forth to work was literally a pain in the ass. I'll choose sucking my sodden underwear. You make me eat pussy juice anyway. Having my panties hanging out of my mouth may be humiliating, but it doesn't hurt. Stuffing them up inside me and then sucking them dry is still no big deal after you've had me sucking you out before and after you climax.

I have had to swallow a gallon more of your secretions than when my panties are soaking wet. You have to think up better punishments than that or don't let me choose. Anyway, somehow, I look forward to being punished, so do what you have to do. I think Carol morphs into a masochistic, pain slut - Coral. Maybe I should opt for the un-love pats on my ass.

Becca: Coral, you're getting too damned sassy. Sex toys are NOT supposed to be impertinent. That calls for another punishment. Arthur, don't you think so?

Arthur: I THINK that Coral wants to be punished and is goading you into mandating - or is that 'woman-dating' - punishments that turn her on. I THINK Becca that we've lost leverage with punishments. Remember that Coral had a strong orgasm when you whipped her pussy. She made that strap herself in anticipation of being pussy whipped. You'll have to be more creative and think up punishments that won't turn her on.

Becca: Coral, what do you have to say about that?

Coral, grinning: Ya caught me, copper, mea culpa, put the cuffs on me, but I want a lawyer.

Becca: Stop joking, this is serious.

Coral: You two are always joking around. Why can't I?

Becca: Must I remind you, Coral, that you're a sex toy? Just an offshoot of Carol.

Coral: But I'd rather be Coral, Carol is - just too vanilla. Today, I was in the school women's lounge with about half a dozen other teachers. I morphed myself into Coral, and for the first in my life, I looked around at the other teachers and saw them in a different light - not just as females - but as pieces of ass. I got excited and had to morph back to Carol before I made a mistake and hit on one of them. I really like being Coral. I lose all my inhibitions. Carol is just too scaredy cat blah.

Becca and Arthur looked at each other and spoke almost simultaneously, "We've created a monster."

Becca: Coral, I'm giving you an order. You are NOT to morph into Coral when you're out of this house. I would have said when Arthur and I aren't around, but I'll give you some leeway when you're alone - I repeat - alone in this house. Capisce?

Coral: Yeah, well, you aren't any fun either.

Becca, annoyed: That remark just earned you another punishment. You are NOT to sass me or Arthur. From now on, you're only to speak when asked a direct question in as few words as possible - mainly a yes or no answer.

Since you like - what did you call it - being 'dusted' - with a strap, and you're used to sucking your own pussy juice and PJ soaked panties, the only other thing left to punish you, I guess, is humiliation. We'll start on an elementary level. As soon as it gets dark out, you will stand in your back yard in a patch of moonlight - starkers - for - to start - half an hour, but that will escalate to more time for each time you're punished. If you don't straighten up and take your sex toy persona seriously, I'll have you walk around the block at midnight - naked - with your panties dangling out of your mouth. Failing that, you'll walk around the block naked with weights hanging on your labia and nipples. That will continue to escalate each time you fuck up. If you're caught, you can tell the police that you've been sleepwalking.

Arthur takes Becca aside and asks if she'd really have Coral walk naked around the block. They could have big problems if someone sees her and calls the police. They'd never buy the sleep-walking alibi. They'd think Carol was a pervert and put her in a cell.

Becca says, "Of course not, but she doesn't know that. I said it to keep Coral in check."

Arthur: Becca, remember that although Coral likes to have her pubic hair pulled, she hates to have it plucked out. You could punish her that way if - when - she gets out of line.

Becca: Thanks for reminding me. Plucking out about 25 pubic hairs will do wonders disciplining her.

OK Carol, morph back. Is the line still blurring between you and Coral? How and when?

Carol: Yes, sometimes I morph into Coral without even trying. When? Mostly when I get horny or dwell on having threesome training or it just happens. How? I don't know. It just happens. I don't think - 'Hey Coral' - or - 'I want to morph' - or anything. I just morph automatically. Sometimes, I can't morph back. Coral has more of a grip on me than I can override.

Becca: Morphing automatically is NOT possible. Carol, I spent over eighteen hours teaching you the morphing technique. That's ten more hours of training than I had, and I've never had a problem of - automatically morphing into my alter ego - we built-in tons of safeguards. You've said yourself that you enjoy being Coral. In my opinion, when you're horny or when you've had a bad day - even a bad hair day - you want to escape. Morphing into Coral is that escape. Evidently, you wished to be Coral so strongly that you spoke the magic phrase under your breath or whispered it so that you became your other personality. We've ingrained the necessity of saying "Hey Coral" in your mind over the past seven days. You can't morph automatically. I've had the same split personality you have for three years and have never had trouble with an "automatic" morph. No, it's just not possible.

Becca: Alright. Let's put that aside for a minute. Coral, I have a problem with our current relationship. I can't continue...

Carol: Oh no. Becca if you leave, what...

Becca: Whoa, you didn't let me finish. What I was saying was - I can't continue along the same lines as before. It doesn't feel right to me. Our relationship between you, me, and Arthur has to change. What I propose is that we form a menage a trois - being equal in all things including sex.

Carol: Would you and Arthur be...

Becca: Yes Carol. You said yourself that you weren't comfortable with the "balance" of our relationship. I'm not comfortable with it either. I still feel like I'm the 'odd man out'. You said you wanted Arthur and me to pretend to be a couple owning Coral, our sex toy.

Carol: But 'pretend' is the definitive word. Arthur is my boyfriend.

Becca: And you were about to lose him until you asked me into the mix. Now, I can't continue with the current situation.

Carol, to Arthur: What do you think of Becca's proposed arrangement? Do you want her as much as you want me?

Arthur, equivocating: Carol, as Becca implied - she's the glue that's holding us together. Yes, I would agree to a permanent threesome. We're already playing that game as it is. What difference would it make if it's actual and not role-playing? If Becca were out of the picture, you and I would be right back where we started.

Carol: Wait a minute. I agree that Becca's been training me, but if I agree to eat pussy, wouldn't that cement our relationship - yours and mine?

Arthur: And would you stick to your word? I don't think so. How many times have you made that promise in the past and then weaseled out? Every time~! Furthermore, who would pick the women you'd be willing to eat out? You or me? If we do have a menage a trois, you'd be eating out Becca most of the time.

Carol: Are you saying that I wouldn't have to eat other women if it was just us three?

Arthur: No, that's not what I'm saying, but I wouldn't be out hunting for women to have threesomes with. Most of the time Becca, you, and I would have sex together. But yes, we might tell you to go down on someone who just came into range, so to speak. You'd always have that to look forward to.

Carol: NO, If you swear I wouldn't have to eat out strangers, I'll agree; otherwise NO.

Becca: I'm not training you to go down only on me. That wasn't part of the bargain. I was asked to train you to go down on any woman that Arthur brought home for a threesome. Now you're changing your word again. Do you want to dissolve our agreement or what?

Carol: Arthur, will you stay with me if I don't agree with Becca's proposal?

Arthur: Not only no, but HELL no. I don't trust you to keep your word. You're already trying to change what you agreed to do. You have a long history of reneging. This is your last chance as far as I'm concerned. As the saying goes - 'fish or cut bait.' I'm tired of your vacillating.

Wait a minute, would you want Becca and me to have a relationship, and you be the odd man out?

Carol: NoNoNo. That's not what I want either. I see your point. Becca, okay, I'll agree to your proposal for a menage a trois, and I WILL have sex with any woman you'll tell me to do. I suppose that's the best I can hope for. At least it won't be me doing it - it'll be Coral.

Arthur: I've gone along with this Coral crap so far, but I want you, Carol, to give me your word that you'll eat pussy whenever I ask you to. Not Coral - you. I don't need you to cop out and blame it on some figment of your imagination.

Sorry Becca, but I've put up with Carol's shenanigans long enough. I want our menage to be Becca, Arthur, and Carol. Coral can come along for the ride, but she's too erratic for my tastes. I prefer Carol's reticence over Coral's 'gung ho, let's go' attitude. I want Carol to eat pussy when she's reluctant to do it. Having Coral eat pussy when she is eager to - just takes all the fun out of it. I know that's - selfish or whatever - but a leopard can't change its spots, and neither can I. I want what I want, period.

Becca: I can readily understand that. What if we try blending Coral into Carol rather than the other way 'round?

Arthur: No way. I wouldn't have agreed to promote Coral if I had thought the lines between them would blur. By the way, Becca, your juices are running down your thighs. All this discussion about Carol eating you out must be turning you on. I can smell your arousal from over here.

Becca: I know. I can feel them. Carol, come lick me clean.

Carol: Can you morph me into Coral first.

Becca: Carol, have you been listening to what Arthur's been saying? He wants YOU to do as he asks, not Coral.

Carol: But I don't want to taste female - ugh - fluids.

Arthur: And that's been our problem* from the outset. You may not LIKE lapping up pussy juice, but show me you're willing to, and we'll have a menage.

Carol hesitates, then tentatively licks up a bit from Becca's thigh, pauses to let it sink in what she must do, mentally shrugs, and then laps the rest of Becca's juices from her thighs. She puts her hands up over her mouth realizing what she just did and tries not to regurgitate what she just ingested. The taste is still in her mouth.

Carol, sheepishly: May I go rinse my mouth?

Becca: What have I been trying to teach you this past week. Like it or not, my - um - flavor stays in your mouth until you get used to it. Remember, another woman's vaginal fluids may be stronger or taste worse than mine, but you must not be concerned about that. You may even enjoy it, BUT, in any case, your mouth must always taste like pussy when there's another woman in the picture. That's your calling in life from now on. Forget Coral. Arthur wants Carol to eat pussy whether you like it or not. In fact, he'd rather you didn't like it, but do it anyway. Is that right, Arthur.

Arthur: Absolutely. Carol, show me that you can suck, lick, swallow and eat pussy, and then I'll believe you. Becca, would you offer Carol your yoni, so we can see that she keeps her word.

Carol hesitates, looks up at Becca who nods. She sighs and dives in between Becca's thighs hurriedly before she loses her resolve. Arthur tells her that he can't see her tongue inside Becca, so she must produce enough sounds that he can tell what she's doing. In for a penny, in for a pound, Carol slurps and sucks loudly, swallowing as she strives to make Becca orgasm. Carol's ministrations cause Becca to produce a large quantity of lubrication and cervical mucus. By the time Becca orgasms, Carol has swallowed - what seems to her to be nearly a tea-cupful of the woman's genital fluids.

When Becca comes back down to Earth, Carol raises her head and attempts to wipe Becca's sticky outpourings from her face. Becca slaps her hand away and warns her never to remove pussy juices from her face or mouth - accept them as her due - and learn to live with a woman's secretions in her mouth and on her face. Carol tears up but nods her head 'yes' in agreement. Using her front teeth, she scrapes the thick cervical mucus off her tongue and sucks hard to get it down her throat. It's so sticky that it takes her four attempts to finally swallow all of it. She can still taste it.

Carol looks up at Arthur quizzically, looking for approval. Arthur nods and pats her head. He says, "Good girl, but if you, Carol - not Coral - had eaten pussy - in the first place, we wouldn't have had to resort to drastic measures.

Becca: Carol, have you remembered the instructions I laid out on the voice recorder? If you can repeat them even close to the original, you may finger yourself to orgasm.

Arthur and Becca are astonished - Carol repeats them almost verbatim.

Becca: How many times did you masturbate while listening to the tape to learn your lines so well?

"Oodles~!" She says and begins stirring her pudding.

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Thanks for reading this story. Sorry for more dialogue than actual sexual activity but the story is almost writing itself. I start with an idea and then my mind takes over - almost like when I was young and went sled riding - someone would give me a push, and I'd ride the rest of the way downhill until lack of momentum ended my ride. I haven't run out of momentum so far. Should I continue?