Carol Cum Coral A Metamorphosis Ch 07

When using the word cum with non-sexual meaning, it's used to describe things with a dual nature or function. e.g., garage-cum-dungeon, ergo Carol-cum-Coral.

I tried. I really tried but to no avail. My mind just took over and won't stop pouring out details of Carol cum Coral. Furthermore, my wife and Sisters keep asking, "What happened next?"

Will no one rid me of this meddlesome priest - uh - pesky plot?

Becca: I need to know, Coral, what your physical and mental limits are. I really don't want to harm you physically or psychologically. Tell me your absolute — your widest parameters - and I'll try to stay within that framework. If Art or I ask you to go beyond your boundaries, I expect you to perform them anyway: however, let me know - afterward - that we asked you to do more than you can normally handle, and I - and Art - will pull back our 'requests' the next time we give you a task. That does not include eating pussy. You must eat pussy no matter what.

You have a safe word for BDSM in the garage cum dungeon, but not when doing your duty as our sex toy.

You may NOT opt out of ANYTHING you're told to do regarding eating a woman's pussy.

Coral: Yes, well, let me think. —— I don't want some strange woman to beat me, or physically harm me in any way; or insult me; or debase me in any way, shape, or form. I'll be down on my knees serving her, but I'd prefer that she respect me for the pleasure I'm giving her.

May I stop tonguing her if she demeans or tries to humiliate me or starts peeing in my mouth?

I don't know if I can handle menstrual blood from a stranger, so I'd like to opt-out of that situation. That doesn't mean I won't eat you out when you're having your period.

I've been licking you clean after you pee, so I'm used to that taste, but I don't know how much I could swallow before throwing up.

In the dungeon, I'd prefer being swatted by leather - leather straps, tawses, pliable leather paddles, and such. I get more enjoyment from sting rather than from thud. Thud leaves black and blue areas and hurts my bones for days after, sting only leaves stripes and a little soreness, so I'd prefer that you don't use wooden paddles or other inflexible implements; and not whips or canes - narrow instruments that might cut my skin - either, but a long-handled wooden spoon is okay and so is a flicker switch.

I'd rather not have welts or broken skin, but stripes and redness are fine. I would consider them badges of honor and hope they'd last for hours if not days. I'd even like to look at them to remind me of the pleasure-pain I received as your obedient sex toy. They might even tingle, be sore, or hurt when I sit down to remind what I have to look forward to when I fuck up or disobey - not that I'd deliberately fuck up and would never disobey.

NO, I'm not giggling. - - Yes, I am. I mustn't lie to you even about insignificant things.

I enjoy pleasure-pain on my pussy, my thighs, a little on my breasts, and, of course, on my tush. However, I don't like pain on my back - arms, lower legs, or on my feet.

I'm terrified of being snapped by rubber bands - anywhere - especially on my feet, but that's just sting, so I won't put rubber bands on my 'do not use or do' list.

Pretty please, don't drip hot wax on my back, my anus, my legs or feet - or in my belly button.

I'm grateful that you don't expect me to perform analingus, but I will gladly lick a woman's perineum. I think that I'd really enjoy that if someone were to lick me in that area.

Sometimes, I think of myself as a separate entity from Carol, and I find myself wanting to fuck her. Then, I realize I'm her alter ego and - and - I'm very embarrassed - deeply humiliated by forgetting we're the same person.

My worst fears are about being humiliated in any fashion. I know that, as your sex toy, I have to expect and accept it, but my inner self really hates it. However, I'm able to handle it when you and Arthur "bestow" it on me, but I think I'd break down and cry if a stranger caused me humiliation or any form of embarrassment. Although I'm Carol's alter ego, I still have her delicate sensibilities when It comes to being shamed and ashamed.

I adore even the thought of being tied up or tied down in just about any position except - hanging by one ankle.

I know a lot about BDSM and dungeons and pleasure-pain from porn I've watched and fantasized about since I've been Coral. I have to coax Carol to watch lesbian and bondage porn. I think that she's beginning to warm to it since you've been training us.

That's all the do's and don'ts I can think of, but I'll probably think of more later on. And Becca, I appreciate that you permit me to voice what I enjoy, what I dislike, and what I abhor.

Becca: Coral, I'm curious. Do you ever regret that Carol signed the contract that eventually created you as a sex toy?

Coral: I don't know what you mean - I don't understand the question. I don't even know why you'd ask it. I didn't exist until you created me. Why would I ever want to go back into oblivion? I know I drag my feet at times, but this is a glorious world you've brought me into. I love being Coral. I actually feel sorry for Carol. She's still a timid, socialized mouse who is afraid to widen her horizons while I have the whole world open to me. I get to feel alive with all sorts of sensations whether they hurt, tickle, or give me pleasure.

So, to answer your silly question, NO, I can't regret that Carol was willing to let you give birth to me. As some naval officer, I think his name was Farragut, is supposed to have said, "Damn the torpedoes; full speed ahead." I look forward to whatever is in store for me and what you'll have me do or do to me - within limits, of course - I care about Carol. I don't want to leave her with physical or mental scars, but as for me, I'm ready, willing, and able to do whatever I'm told to do.

Becca: That's very good to know, Coral. Art and I will see to it that you have all the sensations - pain and pleasure - you can handle. Know that you may make suggestions as long as they pertain to BDSM or sexual activity. [laughing] Don't suggest that we buy you a Lamborghini or a Beverly Hills mansion. You're a sex toy. Keep any and all suggestions related to sex.

As to whether or not you may quit eating her out if the woman insults you - yes, you may. [laughing] You may then tell her to go fuck herself and let her know in no uncertain terms what a rotten, degenerate bitch she is when you're trying to pleasure her, and you hope her pussy dries up and smells so putrid that no one could get within twenty feet of her odor. You may tell her that loudly enough that her friends or anyone around her can hear.

No, not really, you don't have to say that, but you can give her the finger and walk away leaving her frustrated that she hasn't climaxed. Art and I will most likely be nearby, so come back to us, and don't waste your breath on that despicable, pathetic bitch. I can feel myself getting angry just imagining that scenario.

Becca: Art, you just sit there without saying a word. Coral is as much your sex toy as she is mine. Why aren't you chiming in with this conversation?

Arthur: I don't know what to say. All this is above my pay grade. I don't know how the hell you got Carol to morph to Coral or how you indoctrinated her to this stage. I am JUST sitting in amazement. Coral IS a completely different entity. I'd think there were two separate women in this room If I could see both of them at the same time - like twins. I imagine that one of them is out of the room at any given moment. I know, I know - you said you used some kind of mental yoga to create a metamorphosis between them, but I still don't understand exactly how you did it.

Becca: Art, I spent an entire week getting Carol to this stage. Yes, there were a few hours training her to go through different positions, but mostly, trying to get her to clear her mind and then focus on being another entity - her alter ego. Have you read, "The Three Faces of Eve?" Yes? Well then you know some people have different - separate - split personalities. It's been recognized by psychiatrists for decades. Those split personalities happen naturally; I induced it in Carol with what little knowledge I have of mental yoga. You might say it's artificial personality split, and I have no idea how long it's going to last, or if it's permanent.

A natural split personality occurs when something triggers it. It could be as simple as a scent, a sound, an object - or as complicated as a conversation. Carol has only one way to shift, to change, to morph into Coral. The only way is to speak the trigger, "Hey, Coral." Carol believes that she can think the trigger, but that can't be. That's not how she's been conditioned. She has to utter the words although it could be under her breath or so softly as to be inaudible to anyone near her.

When she morphed in the women's lounge, she had had to vocalize the trigger. She probably didn't realize she mouthed it, but she must have. However, by ordering her to speak the words ONLY in the privacy of her own home nullifies the ability to morph elsewhere. I promise you that will never happen again. If she tries it just won't happen. Unfortunately, IF she tries repeatedly, she may experience a dizzy spell. Don't be concerned that she might morph in public; it just AIN'T gonna happen.

I know - you don't have to tell me - I'm messing around with something I know very little about; however, I was able to induce the ability to transform myself to my alter ego, and haven't experienced anything harmful. I'm not in a trance when I morph. It's just a serene sense of being. No worries; no troubles; everything is rosy and light. Actually, I could be in Coral's shoes. Frankly, when I morph, I could very well be a very happy sex toy myself. It's thrilling even to be able to think of myself as a sex toy.

Arthur: Wow~! What do you call yourself; I mean what do you think or say to morph?

Becca: My name is really Rebecca; I say or think,"Hey Rebecca." Lo and behold - I've morphed into Rebecca.

Arthur: Wow - more wow. What if I said, "Hey Reb —," oops, I better not.

Becca, laughing: It's okay. Yes, I'd morph into Rebecca, - - and you could have your way with me. That's really funny, you already have your way with Becca. You don't need Rebecca.

Arthur: May I try it anyway? Will your appearance change?

Becca: You may try it, but you probably won't notice any significant difference or change. Well, my posture is better. I programmed that to happen when I morph. The real transformation is that I want to experience new situations, sensations, tastes, and stuff that I haven't experienced as Becca.

Arthur: Okay, here goes, "Hey, Rebecca."

Becca's eyes close; Rebecca opens hers widely and strips off her clothes. She stands tall, her back straight, her shoulders back, and her lovely breasts thrust out and up.

Becca cum Rebecca: Art, you looked shocked. What do you think of Rebecca?

Arthur's vocal cords are frozen again. His mouth opens and closes but no sound emerges.

Rebecca: You're so funny, Art, when something odd or different surprises you.

Arthur, finally able to squeak - uh - speak: Yeah, well, you and Coral have been shocking me ever since you came into the picture. What can I or should I or may I tell you what to do now?

Rebecca: I'm not an automaton, Art. I can still think for myself - but as Rebecca - not Becca. Still, you may tell me to do anything your little heart desires, and I'll be thrilled to do it - within limitations, of course. Just as I would as Becca, I won't harm anyone or break the law or jump off a cliff. I can self-motivate or follow your lead - or - - whatever. Try me~!

Arthur: Aahh, you know I enjoy watching women eat pussy; could you - would you - will you go down on Carol?

Rebecca: I thought you'd never ask. OK, Carol [Coral closes her eyes; Carol opens them. Lie down on the coffee table and spread your legs.

Carol sucks in her breath and rushes to comply. Her legs are open, her knees up and spread as far as she can - comfortably. She doesn't say a word but is already starting to 'salivate' vaginal fluids. Becca - uh - Rebecca gets down on her knees in front of Carol, grasps her thighs, and lowers her face into Carol's genitals - her tongue forces its way into Carol's introitus which quickly opens to permit penetration. Carol's body arches up as the intruder finds her sensitive areas. She tries to close her knees, but Rebecca's firm grip on her thighs prevents it from happening. Carol's lubrication leaks out around Rebecca's face until she pauses tonguing - and sucks up the discharge.

Becca cum Rebecca raises her butt higher; let's go of one of Carol's thighs; reaches back; and points to her pussy. Arthur immediately gets the message - takes off his Levi's and shorts. He kisses both of Rebecca's exquisite globes; then, places his erection into Rebecca's wet entrance. Rebecca pushes back engulfing half of his probing penis; Arthur thrusts in the rest of the way and starts driving in and out of the deliciously squeezing pussy.

Rebecca says, "Wait, Carol, swing around into a 69 position. Yes, just like that. Lick my clit while Arthur is inside me. Oh my god, that's good. Oh yes, keep that up.

Now, let him dip into my pussy and then into your mouth - back and forth. Suck his penis long enough to savor my flavor; then, let release him to go back inside me.

Arthur, stop for a moment. Listen. Don't come in Carol's mouth. Come in me."

Rebecca groans with pleasure and increases her tongue's tempo inside Carol's vagina. Arthur pulls out of Rebecca and into Carol's mouth, lets her suck him for a few seconds, and plunges back into Rebecca's pussy. He continues doing that over and over.

Rebecca whimpers each time Arthur's penis leaves her vagina but is intent on giving Arthur the three-way he craves. When he plunges back into her, the sensation is excruciatingly intense after the achingly long interval he was in Carol's mouth - about five or six seconds.

After licking and suckling Rebecca's clitoris and Arthur's penis for what seems like hours, Carol moans and gasps for air feeling her orgasm reach the edge of her ability to hold it in check. When it finally bursts, she screams out nonsensical phrases; then moans as spasms continue to ripple through her body. When the intense feelings begin to subside, she relaxes her tensed-up muscles and allows herself to ease into a delicious afterglow.

Becca cum Rebecca finds herself on the verge of a strong orgasm; clenches her Kegel muscles over and over trying to stem her climax - in effect milking Arthur's penis. When she can't hold back any longer, she comes and comes and comes sequentially - dragging Arthur along into mutual eruptions. Exhausted, they collapse on the carpeted floor. Drowsy and drained from multiple orgasms, Rebecca lets herself fall into sleep.

Arthur is almost euphoric with pleasure. He has finally achieved his fantasy - a threesome - although not the one he had originally planned on having. The threesome was far beyond what he had expected. And, now, he knows without a doubt that he is deeply in love with Becca - emotionally as well as sexually. He feels the chemistry between them in his body and soul.

Now, how to let Carol know without tearing her apart? - Aye, there's the rub. Eventually, she'll have to know he loves Becca, not her. He is torn by cognizance of the dilemma and slides into a somnolent state.

Carol finally emerges from her orgasmic stupor. She crawls over to where Rebecca lies on her side on the carpet; moves one of the woman's legs out of the way; pushes her face up between Becca's lush thighs and sucks Arthur's cum out of the woman's vagina. After licking Becca's loins clean, she crawls over to Arthur's supine body and sucks his penis into her mouth. She delights in the taste of the commingled flavors of vaginal and seminal fluids. She tries to deep throat Arthur's penis but it has become flaccid. She sucks hard attempting to get it erect, but all she accomplishes is to get a few more drops of semen.

She is delighted that she has gotten over her reticence of tasting and ingesting pussy juices. She reaches down and scoops up two fingers full of her own secretions, sucks it off her fingers, and muses, "Not bad~!"

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Endnote:

You may have caught on that when Coral discusses her sexual and B&D appetites, it is I speaking. Furthermore, my Sisters and I practice what Carol cum Coral and Becca cum Rebecca have experienced - but with strap-ons and Feeldoes - without males being involved.

Ssshhh, don't tell my other readers. Let's keep it our little secret.

I think my head is depleted of C-cum-C {cum si, cum sa}. My wife and Sisters threaten to infibulate me to compel me to continue. A constant, "Then what happened?

I'm tired of: "Then what happened?" - "Then what happens next?"

Anyway, you must be tired of the story by now. Right? Right~! BUT not Write.

When I wrote that, "all that Coral accomplished was to get a few drops of semen," - it reminded me of the joke about the blue whale being harpooned and telling his mate to get under the whaler and blow to overturn the boat. After she capsizes the whaler, its crew is flailing around in the water, the blue whale tells her to eat the men. She says, "I agreed to the blowjob, but I'm not swallowing the seamen." Sorry - bad joke.