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Perfect ProgrammerPerfect Programmer *****I used to think programming was the neatest thing in the world. From theday I first saw a computer, in sixth grade at school, I knew I wanted to be aprogrammer. My dad got me a portable in 10th grade, and I took every computercourse offered in high school – a total of four – and majored in it in college.I got a job with a small consulting firm right out of college, and I loved mywork.Then, I got an offer from Uni-Tec that I couldn’t refuse. Four times mysalary, with relocation costs, a subsidized luxury apartment, and a companycar. No one could have passed it up.But, Uni-Tec almost crushed my delight in programming. I was brought in asa Programmer IV (of seven regular grades), and everyone of V and below workedon the third floor in a room the size of a football field, divided up intoU-shaped clusters of cubicles. My little cubbyhole was nothing more than threeand a half walls, a desk, a CRT, and a shelf for references. Not even a phone!And, I never wrote a program the whole time I was on that floor. Pieces, yes.Subroutines. Functions. Code segments. But not whole programs from beginning toend. And I hated it, but I couldn’t leave. Actually, I could have, but I lovedmy car and my apartment, and Uni-Tec was the highest paying company in the areaand I loved my salary. So, I stayed.Six months after I arrived, I was promoted to V. Another good thing aboutUni-Tec was that they promoted by ability alone, not when a slot opened up. Onthe same day, a new man arrived, assigned to the cubicle directly across the’corridor’ from me.We became friends almost immediately. Kyle was a very likeable guy,ruggedly handsome with short, dark hair, grey-green eyes, a blade-sharp nose,firm chin, broad shoulders, trim waist and hips, and strong thighs and legs. Helooked like a walking ad for a health club and/or a tanning salon. I kind ofenvied him that: although I wasn’t ugly, or even just plain (a number of formergirlfriends and most of the female programmers on the floor insisted that I wasextremely cute), I had never had as nice a body as Kyle. I was rail thin, withstrength that refused to show itself. I had a nice body, but Kyle had a perfectbody.He had been hired away from an insurance company by much the same kind ofdeal that had drawn me, and almost a third of the other programmers here, intoUni-Tec. He got a car, and apartment, and a huge salary – Uni-Tec had asclients an auto firm and a real estate agency. He had been relocated, too, buthe made friends swiftly and easily. I went almost everywhere with him, and hadsoon increased my own friend base by several powers (I normally made friendsvery slowly – Kyle was an exception).Being friends with Kyle helped make my job more fun. We were given space inand on the computer for personal use. Kyle and I began challenging each otherto write games. Kyle was very imaginative, but I had an almost instinctiveknack for compacting code. So, though Kyle could come up with great game ideasand innovations on old ones, I could make mine run faster and in less memorythan he could. Between after-work with Kyle, and our games between officialprojects, I was happy with programming again.Six months more passed. Kyle made it to V very vast, and soon we were bothclimbing our way up the V sub-grades to VI and private offices at the samerate. Outside of work, we were the best of friends, rarely spending an eveningapart. There were just so many things we enjoyed doing together!One day, Kyle came in late, looking very dejected. I said, “Hey, Kyle, areyou okay?”He answered, “Not exactly, Kev. I got a note last night from the landlord.They pushed through a zoning ordinance, and my whole block is going to become ashopping mall. I’ve got to move. I talked to the bosses, but they can’t doanything about it – nothing is available in my price range even with theirsubsidy. And, the owners are only giving me a week to get out.”The solution was obvious to me. My apartment had a small spare bedroom. “Noproblem, buddy,” I said. “Move in with me. The spare room is plenty big enoughfor sleeping, my pad has all the amenities of yours, and anything personal youwant to have I’ll make room for. There’s this ‘U-Store’ place down the block -we can rent a couple of vaults in there to store our extra stuff. ‘Kay?”Kyle just looked at me with a queer expression for half a minute. Then, hesaid, “Uh, hey Kevin, no, I – uh, I couldn’t impose, man. No, no, I’ll think ofsomething else.””Don’t be silly! It’s no imposition at all. Look, we spend so much timetogether already and my place is plenty big enough for two. If you want, I’lltake the small room. Come on, it’ll be fun! And it will solve your problem.Come on, do it! Say yes!”Well, it was like pulling teeth, but I finally got Kyle to see the lightand move in with me. We took the next day off and spent it moving him mostlyin, and me a little out. The overflow of combining our apartments was put intwo lockers in the ‘U-Store’ place. It took all of that day, and most of therest of the week after work to get us both settled back in.Two months passed quickly. For the first week or so, Kyle acted verynervous around the apartment, but I attributed it to getting used to a new lifestyle. We both had adjustments to make – I, for one, had to stop paradingaround in just my underwear. After those first few days, though, everythingreturned to normal – even better, really, because we were able to spend evenmore time together and we got to be even better friends.At the end of our second months as roommates, Kyle made it to VI. Ourstandings were still neck and neck, it was just that his neck was a littleahead of mine. He was moved from his cubicle to a private office upstairs, so Isaw less of him at work, but that didn’t matter much: we still spent mostevenings together and we kept up our competitions on games, except now weworked on the same program, each putting our own little tricks into it andseeing whose innovations make it a better game.Another month passed, and one night Kyle came home from work with a verybad cold and a growing dissatisfaction with his new responsibilities. It seemedthat being a VI was more designing the specifications for programs than actualcoding – and he didn’t even get to do the actual work on those programs hedesigned, as they were broken up into sections and given to the “k**s” on thethird floor to code.I could almost see Kyle’s cold get worse as he sat and talked. Finally, Icoaxed him to bed, agreeing with his complaints that I was sure were mostlyoutgrowths of his illness.Next day, I wend to work alone – Kyle’s cold, flu really, had not gottenany better with one night’s rest. He was told firmly to stay home, rest somemore, and drink plenty of orange juice.Around 11 o’clock, I was called over to one of the phone stations. The manon the other end said, “Are you Mr Kevin Athen?” I said, “Yes.””My name is Nathan Dare. I initially tried to reach Mr Chase, but Iunderstand he called in sick. So, as your name was also on the programs MrChase sent me, I thought I’d give you the news.””News?” I asked. “What programs?””He didn’t tell you? Oh. Well, I do hope it wasn’t a secret or something.Hmm…”Anyway, Mr Chase sent me four programs designed by you and he together forpublishing consideration. My consulting staff and I have reviewed them and weall love them. Very good work, both of you. As per our verbal agreement, wewill pay $10,000 per program, with a 0.5% royalty for each of you on all netprofits. We would also like to see any other programs you have written, and ifyou have any spare time we would like to discuss an arrangement for futureproducts. When would you and Kyle be able to come in to sign the papers?”I made an appointment for late in the next week, just to be sure Kyle wasover his flu. Then, I just had to go home to tell Kyle the good news! I was alittle surprised he would sell our challenge games without telling me, but hehad put my name on them with his, so he probably wanted to sunrise me with anout to the job we both rather hated, him even more than I it seemed. So, I tookmy lunch hour to go home, stopping at a 7-11 for a gallon of orange juicefirst.I went barging into our apartment shouting, “Kyle! Kyle! Great news!” Istormed into the entry hall, slamming the door behind me. I could hear thetelevision, so I knew Kyle was probably convalescing on the couch. As I enteredthe living room, still yelling, I saw Kyle was asleep on the sofa. I yelledagain, waking him up. He said, “Wha…what? Uh, Kevin…?” He stretched andgroaned, and half fell off of the sofa. His robe fell open, and he wasn’twearing anything underneath. For the first time ever I saw Kyle naked.I’ve heard the term ‘knees turned to jelly’ thousands of times, but thatwas the first time I ever felt it happen to me. Luckily, I was in front of achair because I literally collapsed. Fell backwards into it, utterly shocked bywhat had been revealed by Kyle’s open robe.Because there, at the juncture of his hard and well muscled thighs, starklyrevealed by a totally hairless crotch, was the vertical slit of a woman’sgenitals. Kyle had a cunt instead of a cock!I think I actually passed out. There was a short period of non-awarenesswhile my mind accepted the sight I had seen and re-ordered my perceptionsaccordingly. My life changed radically from that one little revelation. Littlethings, slight hints, hidden clues to this reality all seemed larger than lifein hindsight. ‘I should have known!’ I thought. Then, ‘I don’t care,’ followedby ‘I think I’m glad.’ My friendship with Kyle twisted slightly into somethingelse, something it was just one little bit short of until now. I was suddenly,totally in love with my roommate.The shock passed enough for me to open my eyes, and I found myself staringinto Kyle’s green-grey eyes. He – she? No, *he* – had refastened his robe andwas kneeling by the char looking at me with evident concern. I stared at hisface, and could find no trace at all of femininity there. Kyle was a perfectspecimen of manhood, except for the fact that he *had* no manhood!”Kyle, was I…um, I wasn’t seeing things, was I?” I asked weakly.He smiled wanly and stood up. I watched him move back to the sofa,searching for some trace of femaleness in him. But his arms and legs, which Ihad seen many times before, were still pure macho. The part of his chestrevealed by the robe was flat and muscular. The robe was tight around hisnarrow waist, and (as ever), his hips weren’t one inch wider than that waist.The only evidence of Kyle’s true gender was what was (and/or wasn’t) at hiscrotch.”If you mean ‘am I really a girl,’ you saw right. I am female where itcounts.” Kyle’s voice, even, was a rich deep tenor, totally male.He began to explain himself and as I listened, I tried to evaluate therevelation I had sustained. I was really in love with Kyle and I tried tofigure out why. Our friendship had always been very deep. Probably, there weresnipes and gossips at work who speculated about our sexual preferences as wespent so much time together. But, I had never entertained the idea of becominghomosexual just to intensify the already intense relationship between Kyle andmyself. I didn’t dislike homosexuality, I just wasn’t gay. Women were my sexualchoice.But, now Kyle had been revealed as a woman, if only ‘where it counted’. Andthe hidden need to push our relationship that last step into sexuality andcompleteness was revealed. I could only hope that Kyle did, or could come to,feel the same way because I was sure that he way my lifetime mate, myone-and-only.Kyle’s story went: “I first realized that I didn’t belong in the body I wasborn into in early high school, somewhere between the ages of 15 and 16. I had’blossomed’ into a curvaceous young woman, and I hated every second of theinflation of my breasts and hips. My mother insisted that it was just hormonalimbalances affecting my moods, but it never got better. I hated bras andpantyhose, though silky lingerie did feel very nice against my skin. In tryingto get over my distaste, I began to sleep around, hoping to find an antidote tosomething to snap me out of it.”Sex was nice, but my body was still hateful. A close girlfriend introducedme to lesbian sex, which was also very nice. The lack of a cock was made up forby the feeling of a female body next to me. Strangely, the very aspects I hatedin myself I enjoyed in a partner. But it didn’t help my situation any.”I managed to get through high school hating myself. And, it was a trip toNew York with my lesbian girlfriend that gave me my answer. In a dyke bar thatLeslie took me to I saw all manner of strange-seeming women. Punk types,collared Ms, leather-clad sis, men dressed as women hoping to pass, and theclincher: real bull dykes who did their best to look like men.”And that way my solution. I liked the way those dykes looked, but theydidn’t go far enough. They left traces of their gender since they were, afterall, after lesbians. I wanted to go all the way. I had always admired men’sbodies and had, upon occasion, wondered what I would be like with a hard, flat,muscled body. So that’s what I set about getting.”It wasn’t easy or cheap. My dad, who died when I was 12, left me a verylarge inheritance which I came into when I reached 18. I began as soon as Igraduated high school. I never told my mother. When she got sick a year later,the process had not gone too far for me to return and be with her on herdeathbed as Kathleen.”After that, I went ahead full steam. Male hormones counteracted the bodilyconfiguration forced on me by birth. Massive but expert plastic surgery remadewhat the hormones couldn’t, eliminating every trace of femininity except theultimate. I had no desire to be a full male, so my ‘equipment’ remainedoriginal issue.”My self-restructuring all but wiped out my inheritance, leaving onlyenough money for the legalities required to change my name and identity to KyleChase, certified male, and the tuition to a junior college programming major. Iwas basically happy now, and my future was being provided for with the collegecourses. But, my social life bit the big one. The macho image I had worked sohard to get worked against me in the search for sexual partners: for a while, Ihad to scan the personals looking for open-minded bisexuals, but that got to betiring so I stopped chasing sex and let it come to me. My last partner was theVP of the insurance company I left to come to Uni-Tec. I wasn’t sorry to leave:Howard had grown to be a real bore.”So, here I am. Now that you know, how do you feel? Grossed out, disgusted,what?”I looked at Kyle slumped there, having poured his heart out and revealedsuch intimate details of his life, expecting the worst from his best friend inthe world. His dejected expression made my heart ache, so instead of beatingaround the proverbial bush, I said, “Kyle, I’m pretty damn sure I’m in lovewith you.”He looked over at me, and I could see his huge smile and beaming eyes. Icould almost feel the warmth my confession generated in him, and perhaps even alittle love returned, too.His next words confirmed what I saw and felt. “Are you serious, Kev?” heasked. “Imagine that. You know, I’ve been in love with you ever since we firstmet, but my rather odd physical makeup made me nervous about it. From ourconversations, I was sure that my maleness would turn you off.””Um, I’m not sure just why or how I feel this way,” I said, rising from thechair. “I’m still not in any way gay, as far as I know. But I think that I havealways wanted to be in love with you.” I sat down next to him on the sofa.”That’s why we were always such good, close friends. And now that your littlesecret is out, my true feelings don’t have to hide anymore.”It’s strange how a little ingrained cultural taboo could so effectivelymask what my subconscious knew all along. I. Love. You.” And we kissed.The kiss was strange at first, but the love behind it served to get me overthe awkwardness, remove my lingering inhibitions, and let us relax and enjoy.Soon, our tongues were sliding across strange teeth and gums as we ‘swappedspit’. Then, our hands began to move. I slipped my right hand into his robe andstarted to fondle his nipple while my other hand went around his neck andplayed in his hair.Kyle’s hands just circled my torso and ran up and down my back. But, it washe who slowly pushed me back until he was lying on top of me on the sofa. Histhigh was in my crotch, rubbing against my swelling boner. My hips began tosquirm from the friction and the excitement of our kissing. I felt myselfgetting closer and closer to orgasm, but before it (and I) came, Kyle finallyrolled off of me, stood up, and led me to my bedroom.He had let me keep the big room when he moved in (now I understood hisreluctance to relocate here, but I sure was glad he had!). I had done it upvery simply. şahinbey escort One wall was a window with a fantastic view: Kyle adjusted thevenetian blinds to block that view but still let in light. The carpet was deepad soft and white, the walls were ivory around the minimalist paintings on thewalls. The only furniture was the bed; its headboard was an excellentnightstand, and one of the two other doors in the room opened onto a dressingroom as big as Kyle’s bedroom that contained my clothes and dresser (the otherdoor led to a bathroom larger than the dressing room).The door closed behind me and Kyle turned from the window. He had a verysexy smile on his face. He untied his sash and let his robe fall open, exposinghis bare secret again. With a shrug, he tossed the robe off his shoulders.He looked glorious naked. He had a perfect male body that turned me on in acurious way. It seemed that he looked so wonderful because of the flat cleftplain between his legs. If there had been a cock there instead of a cunt Iwould have been totally turned off.”Your turn, Kev.” Kyle looked like a weird transsexual god standing therehaloed by sunlight, so bronze, muscled, and hairless from his neck down. It wasamazing what hormones and expert plastic surgeons could do to remold a body.Responding to his suggestion, I began to undress. Tie, shirt, shoes andsocks, belt, pants, and then, with a bit of hesitation, my jockey shorts. Itossed my clothes into a corner and stood up straight, as nude as my roommate.Kyle’s eyes roved over my body with approval, especially when they came torest at my crotch. Although the hair on my head was an utterly average brown,the hair at my crotch was a fine golden blond. My cock was fine (in my ownhumble opinion {and that of every lover I had ever had}), not as huge as aporn-star’s, but adequate to every job it had ever been asked to do, andperfectly complimented by a perfect pair of naturally hairless balls. I wasvery proud of my genitals – they were the best part of my otherwiseaverage-to-dull body. And at that moment, my cock was just a heartbeat or twofrom full, straining hardness. I could see that Kyle was appreciative.He said, “You’re beautiful, Kev, absolutely beautiful. You don’t know howhard it’s been keeping myself from sneaking peeks at you in the shower,wondering what you were hiding in your shorts. But, the wait was worth it.”Sigh. Such a long time wasted. Well, it’s time to stop wasting and startdoing. Sit on the edge of the bed, Kev. I’ll go first.”I sat with my ass barely on the edge of the mattress and Kyle came over andknelt between my spread legs. The, he proceeded to suck my cock like it hadnever been sucked before. His mouth had to be the most talented oral cavity inthe world! He even managed to take me all the way down his throat with almostno trouble at all.His hands were always in motion as well. As his mouth enclosed my cock inwetness and his tongue and teeth added to the sensations flashing across itsskin, Kyle’s hands stroked every other part of my body. Even though I wantedthe session to last forever – who could wish to end a perfect blowjob? – itcouldn’t. Kyle was just too good, his mouth too talented. This also meant thathe was able to help me hold off my orgasm, but not forever. Almost half an hourlater, I finally came. The explosive relief was enough to make me pass out forthe second time that day.When I woke up, I was stretched out on my bed and Kyle was lying next tome. He was idly fondling my cock, which had been cleaned and dried and wasbeginning to rise again.Kyle said, “Next time we’ll let you take a turn ‘eating at the “Y”‘. fornow, I need to feel your lovely cock inside me. It’s been so long since I’vebeen fucked that I don’t think I could wait another minute. In fact, I was justdeciding to start without you when you woke up. But, since you have rejoinedthe party….”He levered himself up on hands and knees, and moved over me. My cock hadreturned to full hardness by then, and Kyle straightened up over my crotch andaimed himself at the head, which pointed straight up. Then, he sank slowlydown, inch by inch, until he was resting flat on my crotch, my cock buriedfully in his cunt.I don’t know if I expected Kyle’s cunt to be any different, but it wasn’t.If the rest of him was pure male, that last remnant of his original gender wastotally unaffected by it. Kyle’s cunt was, in fact, probably the sweetest pussyI had ever been in. Some of my previous lovers had had better mouths thancunts. Kyle was fantastic with his mouth, but his cunt was far better. Far, farbetter! And I didn’t mind at all.He just sat there for a while, probably as much to get used to being filledagain after being so long celibate as to let me savour the heavenly warmth andwetness of his silky cunt. Then, he began to rock slightly and eventually topiston up and down on his strong legs. It was amazing to me that Kyle looked soabsolutely sexy as he bobbed up and down on my cock. There was absolutelynothing feminine about him except what was swallowing my cock. One hand couldblock that from my sight, and all I would see would be a gorgeous man bouncingup and down over me. And it didn’t turn me off at all.I reached up, drew Kyle down, and kissed him long and hard. After astartled minute, he started rocking his hips again and mine began to move incounterpoint. We kissed and fondled and fucked on and on, resting as I drewnear orgasm to prolong our first fuck as long as possible. Kyle, of course,just kept coming over and over, many more times than was worth counting. Welearned that we both had very sensitive nipples, something Kyle enjoyed in alover and said was rare in a man. The way he caressed my body while we wereresting really turned me on, and sort of got me wishing there was more therefor him to stroke and massage. That, and some of what he had said before,started an idea percolating in my mind.Finally, Kyle decided to let me come. By that time, my body was thrashingwildly, my hips were circling, and my head was rocking back and forth, moans ofecstasy and passion filling the room. The scent of aroused woman, and under itthe smell of male pre-cum, permeated the room and drove us both even wilder.And, when he didn’t stop his hip action at the point of my build up that he hadbefore, I started to move and moan faster and wilder and louder until, with theloudest scream yet (ever, actually – I wasn’t usually so vocal in bed), I letmy pent up load go, sending jets of scalding sperm deep into Kyle’s belly. Therelief was again so great that, you guessed it, I passed out.I woke up a minute or so later, only slightly calmer than I had been beforemy ‘nap’. Kyle was just rolling off of me. I looked into his beaming face andhe said, “That, Kevin, was just absolutely the best ever. Ever! I’m really gladwe made this little breakthrough – I hope this wasn’t a ‘one-night stand.'” Hissmile widened, and I leaned over and kissed him.”No way, Kyle. Never a one night stand. Life, Kyle: this is for life. Willyou marry me?” I was smiling, too, but somewhere deep down, I think I meant it.Kyle looked at me funny, then smiled again. “Want to take a showertogether?””Sure,” I said, and we did. Kyle’s flu seemed to have run its course veryswiftly. We had fun lathering each other up and rinsing each other off, thenrepeating the process several times. Kyle stroked me to another orgasm, and Ifingered him to a few. We finally climbed out of the tub and dried each otheroff, exciting each other yet again. We went into the living room still nakedand Kyle got us each a soda.While we sat next to each other on the sofa and stared at each other, Iremembered why I had come home for lunch in the first place. I told Kyle aboutthe phone call and the offer Mr Dare had made.”Perfect!” exclaimed Kyle. “I knew our games were saleable. This is justthe break we need to get away from Uni-Tec. With un-taken vacation compensationand severance pay, we could buy a condo and enough computer equipment to startour own freelance operation. What do you say, Kev? Sound like a good idea?”I said, “Absolutely!” and kissed him. It *was* perfect, both for our sanityand for the plan I was formulating.I went back to work shortly thereafter – a long lunch hour is better thanskipping our altogether – and began nosing around, finding out details aboutwhen would be the best time for our departure from the rank and file ofUni-Tec. A few markers pulled in informed me that I was due for promotionwithin the month, which would increase my severance pay. I also counted up ourvacation time and calculated how much it was worth. A hastily made graph showedtwo months would be the best time to leave – after that the increase in bonuswasn’t enough to be worth the wait.Luckily, I didn’t have any projects due that day because I did absolutelyno company work that afternoon between my research and my eagerness to get backhome to Kyle. We were permitted a half-hour leeway in our departure time, but Istayed even a little past 5 due to my late return from lunch (wouldn’t do tojeopardize our future by getting fired too early!). The speed limit meantnothing to me as I raced back to our apartment, just barely arriving in onepiece.Kyle was waiting for me, sitting still naked on the sofa and watching TV.As soon as the door closed behind me, though, he turned the set off and cameover to me. We kissed passionately and he dragged me unresistingly into mybedroom with our mouths still fused.Once in the bedroom, he broke the kiss and ripped my clothes off,literally. There were buttons everywhere, and my shirt and slacks were ruinedbeyond repair. He took my shorts down with my pants, pausing to kiss my rapidlyrising cock before pushing me down on the bed and removing my shoes and socksalong with my shredded pants and underwear.When I was as naked as him, he laid down over me and kissed me again whilerubbing the slick skin of his mons all over my cock, pushing it up to fullhardness.When I was as hard as possible, Kyle rolled off me and said, “Scoot up,Kev. I sucked you off at lunch; it’s your turn for dinner.”I eagerly scooted fully onto the bed. When I was comfortable, Kyle kneedhis way over to me and straddled my neck and chest. I circled his thighs withmy arms and petted his bare pussy, marveling at the smoothness there.I said, “Nice shaving, Kyle. How do you keep it so silky?”Kyle chuckled and bucked his hips a bit. He said, “I haven’t had to worryabout depilating my crotch ever since I dated an electrolysis expert for awhile. She got as irritated as I about stubble, so she fixed the problempermanently. It was damn painful, let me tell you, but worth every second ofagony.”Now, I think there’s something else for you to do with my nice, smoothpussy besides pet it, isn’t there?” And, he hitched his hips up over my faceand neck, and I went to work.My first girlfriend had loved cunnilingus, and had taught me everythingthere was to know about pleasing a woman orally. It was a talent I neverforgot, and I put every ounce of experience and expertise I had into eating outKyle’s luscious cunt.As before, when I first fucked him, I wondered if his cunt would tastedifferent. But, just as it had felt absolutely perfect around my cock, now ittasted absolutely perfect to my tongue. Totally, ultra-feminine. I couldn’thave asked for better.Eating Kyle became a definite pleasure, and I just kept on licking andfingering through orgasm after orgasm. I think we went on like that for over anhour, until finally Kyle just fell back and away from my mouth, completely (ifmomentarily) sated.It took Kyle 15 minutes to recover enough to look to my pleasure. He said,”Kev, my pussy is absolutely exhausted. I know you want to fuck me, but yousuck too well! I’ll suck you off, we’ll shower, and then maybe after dinner wecan do it all one more time. Okay?”It sounded fine to me. So Kyle closed his lips around my cock and make mecum as exhaustingly as he had. Then, we played in the shower again and gotultra-clean. Dinner took 10 minutes in the microwave and we watched TV whileeating, both still nude. We tried to put off going to bed, but our love-fueledlust couldn’t be denied and we went to bed around 8pm. We didn’t get to sleepuntil past midnight.We got up at the normal work-day time and took (yet) another showertogether. I joked that our water bill would be way down this month. It wasdifficult to keep our ’emotions’ in check, however, and I left the shower witha massive hard-on.I said, “You’re lucky, Kyle. You don’t have to worry about one of thesemaking you uncomfortable in your tight shorts, or embarrassing you by poppingup at the wrong time.”Kyle said, “Well, I may not have a real boner to worry about, but I do havea false one so that my trousers don’t look strange.” He took me to his (old)room and showed me the harness he had to wear every day. It looked like ajock-strap with padding. I had to admit that it did its job – he never lookedlike a woman in pants.We got dressed and then I told Kyle about my research over breakfast. Hesaid we should start looking for a condo. We should also, he said, put togethersome more of our programs to show to Mr Dare.It was lucky that we now worked on different floors – I could barely keepKyle out of my thought and out of my pants (I sported a boner for most of theday). He had a meeting over lunch (which we usually ate together), so I had anopportunity to begin work on my secret plan.I thought it would be hard to get hold of the hormones – doctors’prescriptions with psychiatrists’ waivers, etc. – but there are always ways. Aword to a few friends of friends of acquaintances, and I had two large bottlesof pills, enough to complete the transformation that would make me into theexact opposite of Kyle.I couldn’t quite bring myself to go into one of those transvestite shops,although I knew I would have to eventually. So I picked up a catalog at anadult bookstore and sent off an order. When it arrived, I would begin makingmyself into a woman. Of course, I started on the pills right away – the doctorsaid there wouldn’t be any visible changes for at least three months, wellafter our separation from Uni-Tec and the formation of our freelance company.Those final two months were the toughest eight weeks of my life. It washard to keep our new relationship secret from our co-workers – doubly hard forme: at least Kyle didn’t have a hard-on to get in the way. Sex between us wasjust so fantastic that I had to concentrate on not thinking about Kyle lest mycrotch incapacitate me for several minutes. When I was promoted to VI, thingsgot a little better as I received an office of my own and I could fantasizebehind my desk in relative privacy – enough privacy to let my dick stick out ofmy fly for comfort.A trend was developing in our sexual relations. More and more, I was takingthe passive role. Actually, I hardly ever initiated sex except for that firstweek. Thereafter, even though the dick between our pair was mine, Kyle took the’traditional’ male role. I didn’t mind at all – in fact, I encouraged it: itmade my secret plan all the more appropriate.We were sorely tempted to take a sick day or two per week, but managed torestrain our lusts for appearances’ sake. We did manage some form of sex-playevery night, and most every morning. Of course our weekends were constantorgies and on Mondays it was even harder to be good and go to work. I knew thatKyle was my proper lifetime mate – we were perfect together.About six weeks after my order to the catalog company was made, my packagearrived. I took it into Kyle’s old room, shut the door, and tried on everystitch of underwear on. Everything fit perfectly! I selected a blue lacey brawith some of those liquid filled pads to give it shape, a corset that nipped inmy waist nicely even though I couldn’t lace it as tightly as it could go, bluegarter belt with smokey black stockings, and blue panties. A long blond wigmade an amazing change to my face. I didn’t know anything about makeup, so Ididn’t try to use any. After a long admiring look at my lingerie-clad body (Iknew I would come to *love* this!), I went out to show Kyle the new me.A drink was waiting for me on the coffee table when I reached the livingroom, and Kyle was in the kitchen making dinner. I called, “Yo, Kyle, could youcome here a minute?”He came through the door and stopped and stared, open mouthed. He saggedagainst the doorjamb and I knew what I probably had looked like that day Ifirst saw him naked.He recovered himself fairly quickly and as astonishment faded from his facelust took its place. He dashed back into the kitchen to turn off dinner, andthen ran back into the living room, right up to me. He grabbed me in his armsand kissed me fiercely, hungrily, and rubbed his crotch into mine. We both (I’msure) felt both excited and strange – the fact that the cunt inside the slackswas getting off on feeling the prick in the panties rub against it was bothweird and most pleasurable.He couldn’t restrain himself long enough to take me into the bedroom, so wejust lay on the carpet and fucked.Kyle went wild riding up and down my cock as he ran his hands up and downmy lingerie-clad body. He spent particular attention to my ersatz breasts,kneeding and squeezing them like they were real flesh. Strangely, I began toalmost feel like they were – it was like pre-cognition, feelings from thefuture or something.That fuck was mostly burning lust and it didn’t last very long at all. Butwhile it lasted, it was superb! The feel of the fuck itself was amplified bythe satin and silk surrounding my body, and I knew that I was doing the rightthing.When I finally came and Kyle collapsed next to me, I decided to tell him. Iwas slightly afraid, in case he would hate the idea. But, better to know nowthan when I had real breasts!So, when we were both breathing normally again, I asked, “Kyle, did youlike my little surprise?””Very, very much, Kev. You look beautiful in women’s clothes.””Really? Ah…what would you think if I was to always wear them?”There was silence for a moment, and then he sat up next to me. I could seea gleam in his eye, but I couldn’t tell what it signified. He scanned my formand finally said, “That depends, lover. To what extend?””I…I want to do what you did, only in reverse. I’ve been taking pills nowsince our first week as lovers, and I just got a shipment of frilly underweartoday. I figured that once we’re on our own, you can help me walk, talk, andact like a woman. Then, maybe we really could get married – you a transsexualwoman and me a transsexual man. Perfect couple, don’t you think?” My heart wasin my eyes – while I had begun my plan as a gesture of affection for Kyle (orsomething like that), I now truly felt like I had to become the apparent femalein our relationship. I wanted breasts probably as much as Kyle had wanted toget rid of his. I hoped he would let me continue my plan.More silence, then he leaned down and kissed me very tenderly and gently.He said, “I think it’s an absolutely wonderful idea. Just perfect! A pair ofbreasts and a fine cock – my dream lover! You must have read my mind, Kev. Youhave a feminine name to go by?”I didn’t, but as he asked something came to me. “Uh…how about Karen?””Karen. Beautiful name, Karen. And you won’t even have to change yourmonogram. I love you, Karen.”We made love again then, much more tenderly and protractedly, but still onthe living room floor. Dinner was ruined, but neither of us noticed the tasteof what Kyle managed to salvage, and we retired to our bed without even doingthe dishes.Kyle had better connections in the transsexual world, and he was able toget me a supply of hormones that were faster acting with fewer side effects -in otherwords, they wouldn’t effect my male drives, just alter my body. Webarely made it through our last days at Uni-Tec what with the changes beginningin my body, the work that went into finding and decorating our new condo, andthe several contracts we were already signing for freelance work. Even moreexciting, personally, was the fact that the lawyer Kyle had used to change hisidentity was already working on the papers to do the same for me.The day of our ‘separation’ from Uni-Tec, our co-workers threw us a goingaway party, which was great fun. As much as I grew to dislike the work, therewere some really great people at Uni-Tec. Both Kyle and I would miss them.Afterwards, though, we had a party of our own at a very ritzy restaurantwhere we both got a little drunk. As we were leaving, Kyle said, “You know, youshould get your ears pierced. I know a place – it’s even open this late. Let’sgo.”It was a tattoo parlor in one of the questionable areas of town. However,the shop was immaculate, so I agreed to let the guy pierce my ears. Then, asKyle was looking in the display case, he pointed at some little silver dumbbellshaped things and asked the man, “What are these for? They’re too large forears, aren’t they?”The man said, “Those are for nipples. Lots of guys have it done – theirladies say it’s sexy.” I didn’t look very female yet, so he took us both for’regular guys’. What he thought about my getting both ears pierced, ifanything, I had no idea.Kyle and I looked at each other and said in unison, “A set for each of us,please.” The man just smiled and got on with the triple piercing job.My ears were first. It was quickly done. He first swabbed each lobe with analcohol compound which felt cold as it evaporated. It was to clean the skin andto numb the lobe. He put tiny silver piercing studs into what looked like ahole-punch. He clamped the instrument to each ear in turn, centering itcarefully and pulling the trigger, sending the stud through my flesh. I feltnothing at all.Next, since I was already in the chair, came my nipples. In fact, I had toget out of the chair to remove my shirt, but I didn’t mind going first.My torso was just beginning to alter to the accelerated hormones’ bidding,but all that was readily apparent was a slight swelling under each nipple, anda barely noticeable narrowing of my waist. If the tattoo man noticed anything,he gave no sign.He used the same alcohol compound on my nipples, which made them tinglebefore numbing them. Once they were numb, he tweaked them into erection (I feltnothing at all). He put one of the dumbbell studs in a larger and slightlymodified version of the ear-punch and attached it to my left nipple. A touch onthe trigger, a drop of blood, and the job was half done. Seconds later theother stud was in and the end knobs were screwed on. I looked down at the twolittle silver bars in my nipples, then smiled at Kyle. There was no pain atall.Kyle was done before I got my shirt back on. It felt strange to have fournew holes in my body. My ears were beginning to tingle, and I could almost feelthe tiny studs in my earlobes. The bars on my chest rubbed against my shirt andthe skin around my nipples. From the faint ache in my lobes, which was no worsethan a sleeping pinch from lying on it wrong, I hoped my chest would fare aswell.Kyle bought me another pair of earrings in the shop (without letting theman know they were for me – they were very pretty and very feminine), as wellas two sets of silver hoops for our nipples. The man gave us instructions forcare and told us to leave the studs in for at least three days before changingthem. Kyle paid him and we went home.When we got there, I stripped off my shirt and stood staring at my piercednipples. They were aching a bit by then, but not really bad at all. Kyle cameup behind me, shirtless as well. He leaned into my back and I could feel thestuds in his nipples pressing into my skin. His arms came up under mine and hecarefully cupped my incipient breasts, just barely touching my nipples. Imoaned faintly from the pleasure that generated and leaned my head back on hisshoulder. He then took my earlobe in his mouth, which made me moan even louder.My cock was erecting painfully, crammed as it was into my shorts the wrong way.I tried to ease it into a better position unsuccessfully. Kyle noticed andreached down to undo my belt and fly. I hadn’t taken to wearing panties yet – Ipreferred all or nothing – so he pushed my cotton briefs under my balls,freeing my prick to harden unrestrained.We stood there for several more ecstatic minutes, Kyle alternately strokingmy nipples and my cock, me watching the action in the mirror, moaning, andsquirming my hips in mounting arousal.Finally, Kyle whispered, “Let’s go to bed, Karen. I’ve got a surprise foryou.”We hobbled to the bed – Kyle wouldn’t leave my back and my pants fell downaround my ankles. We must have presented quite a picture as we hobbled along.We broke apart when we got to the edge of the bed, and stripped. Kyleturned on the stereo and then rummaged in his bottom drawer for something. Hefound it and showed it to me. It was ivory colored, six cylindrical incheslong, about 3/4″ in diameter, pointedly rounded at one end, flat at the other.I recognized it as a dildo.”Who’s that for? It’s so small…” I said.”It’s for you, love. I wanted to introduce you to the thrills of beingpenetrated – it’s one of the joys of being a woman that a man can experiencetoo. I hope you don’t mind, but I’m sure you’ll love it.”I was sure too. I had never considered being penetrated, but as soon asKyle suggested it, my asshole began to spasm and tingle, and I instantly cravedthe sensation of having my ass probed by the tiny plastic pseudo-cock.Kyle handed me the love toy and went into the bathroom to get somevaseline. By the time he returned, I was lying on my stomach with my legsspread wide, waiting for him.”Nice picture, love,” said Kyle. He climbed between my legs and took thedildo out of my hand. I turned my head around and watched him grease up thetoy, then felt him apply a large, cold glob of jelly to my asshole. His fingerspenetrated me first, making sure the vaseline was thoroughly applied. Then,without any preliminaries, he began to insert the dildo.It felt…well, weird. And, beyond the weird, it felt good. Real good. Mycock began to erect, which made me squirm my hips, which only made the pole inmy ass feel better.The cycle continued, on and on, until finally I said, “Oh god, Kyle, I’mgonna cum soon! That feels sooo good!”Kyle maneuvered me onto my side and managed to get my cock into his cuntbefore I exploded, giving him a few small orgasms along the way. We continuedour games far into the night and slept very late the next day.Which was, as the saying goes, the first day of the rest of my life – withthe addition of the phrase “as a woman” to wrap it up properly. We packed upall of my male clothes – I had a sufficient wardrobe of female clothes by then- and gave them to Goodwill. From then on, Kevin vanished, never to be seenagain. Karen was here to stay.I still had things to learn and things to do. In between making love andpacking up to move to our new condo, Kyle gave me “girl lessons”. In theremaining free time, I visited an electrolysist’s salon and gradually had allof my body hair removed from the chin down. I debated leaving a little bit ofhair around my cock, but Kyle thought it would be cute to remove it so thatwent too. It was painful, but well worth it to have a smooth, carefree body.The day we moved, the lawyer came with the papers. I signed them and in aninstant I was officially a female named Karen Athen.The new condo was wonderful. It was three floors tall, but it was veryfree-form inside, so that it really had four and a half levels.Our bedroom was on the top floor. It was supposed to be a sun room – onewall and half the ceiling was glass. It gave us a wonderful view – miles offorest and glimpses of a river, pure nature. We had one wall mirrored, put intrack lighting and a waterbed, and some prints finished up the room.The next level down was supposed to be bedrooms, but we didn’t use them forthat. One room was made into a dressing room – the ‘sunroom’ didn’t have anyclosets. The other became a library. With shelves around the walls and even inthe closets, we didn’t have enough books but we intended to fix that.The bathroom was the half-level. Entered from the level of the ‘bedrooms’,the bathroom was larger by half then either bedroom, with a tub fit to becalled a pool, two vanities, lots of silver, mirrors and white tile.The next level down also had two rooms. One was a family room, which waswhat we used it for. One wall held an expensive audio-visual system. We put ina pit group and some lamps and tables and it was done.The other room was a dining room. We made it into our work room – ourminicomputer and the micros were installed there.The ground floor was three ‘rooms’. First was the atrium which was as wideas the whole condo and was two floors high – the family room and computer roomboth had openings onto the atrium’s airspace. A spiral staircase led up to thatfloor. The rest of the ground floor was mainly kitchen, with a ‘small’ diningroom for informal situations attached. The size of the ‘small’ dining roominsured that we would have no problem converting the second story dining room -the informal dining room could seat 12 comfortably.So, we settled into our new home, and my transformation continued. Thehormones continued to alter my body, Kyle’s tutoring altered my presence, andhis nightly ministrations with the ever-changing dildoes changed my sexualidentity and educated my asshole.One night, he asked me to go up to bed alone – he had a surprise toprepare. I stripped in the dressing room, then went up to the bedroom and layon the bed with the lights out watching the stars through the ceiling.The lights came on and I sat up and looked over at the stairs. I gasped – Iwas sure there was a man standing there, naked, hard cock bobbing.On second look, it was Kyle. He was wearing an eight inch dildo strapped tohis hips. I had a moment of doubt – Kyle had completed his transformation, evenif only with a piece of plastic. Then, the last of my inhibitions vanished andI began to wonder what it would be like to make love to a flesh cock. Not fallin love with a man: Kyle was my lifemate. But, to feel a real, warm cockpulsing in my mouth, and in my ass…We made love, this time with Kyle as the penetrator and me as thepenetratee. And as we did, I began to fantasize that I was really a woman beingfucked by a real man. The feelings being generated by Kyle’s hands on by cockinsured that I would never really want that to be so, but it was fun toimagine.When we were finally satisfied, I asked, “Kyle, could I ask you a sensitivequestion?””Yes,” he answered.”I’ve been wondering about something. This little plastic plugger you’rewearing got me fantasizing about real cocks. Would you get mad if I wanted tofeel a real cock in me? If you don’t want me to, I won’t. I love you, and onlyyou. But, I…”Kyle smiled and said, “Hey, calm down, love. It’s okay, no problem. I’lleven do my best to find you a nice man, if you’ll allow me to satisfy a littleneed of my own. You see, you can give me everything I could ever want, exceptfor a cunt. It’s been ages since I tasted girl-cream, and it can be addicting,as you well know.”I didn’t mind. We agreed that extra-curricular sex wouldn’t hurt ourrelationship – after all, being bi-sexual it was impossible for one partner tosatisfy your *every* need, even so well-adapted partners as we were. We alsoagreed that we couldn’t go looking until my physical change was complete. Itwould make things easier.My anal education continued until I could take, with utmost pleasure,twelve inches of plastic cock of three inched in diameter. Kyle assured me thatthat set of measurements would prepare my ass for any cock – wider widerwouldn’t be as long, and longer wouldn’t be as wide. We used anal sex after mytutoring was ‘complete’ sparingly, and most often used a double-ended dildo tofuck each other. It was a blast.As I became more and more feminine in personality and mind, my programmingactually improved. Somehow, as the artificial barriers built by years of beingtold to ‘be strong’ and ‘act like a man’ crumbled under the gentle assault ofKyle’s lessons and the hormones, a wellspring of creativity was uncovered. Kylebegan to compliment me on the innovative plot elements I introduced to myprograms, as well as my code. My life was just about perfect.One morning, about two months after we moved into the new condo, I woke up,sat up, and looked in the mirror. Somehow I knew that the change was completewhen I saw that perfectly female reflection – perfect except for the cock thathung between its legs. In eager excitement I ran down to the dressing room andput on the plastic device I had purchased to serve the same purpose, in inreverse, that the one Kyle had shown me so long ago served. This one consistedof a tube for my cock, a small cup to protect my balls, and straps to tie thetube back between my legs. With the device on, as well as a pair of panties(even the sheerest kind), I looked fully female – no bulge to betray my truegender.I ran back upstairs and looked at myself in the mirror in sunlight. Yep, itwas true. From my shoulder length hair to my full breasts, trim waist, widehips, and long smooth legs, I looked like a beautiful woman. Wonderful! It wasdone!I noticed that Kyle was awake and propped up on his elbow watching me poseand preen in front of the mirror. I turned to him and said, “It’s done, Kyle!I’m female now!”Kyle laughed, rolled onto his back and held out his arms. I dove into themand we kissed deeply. He began to toy with my permanently erect nipples (that’swhat piercing does to them, you know), and I could feel my cock trying toerect. I was too excited to exercise my learned control, developed forsituations where I couldn’t remove the harness. So, I said, “Oh gods, Kyle,help me out of this torture device before my cock breaks!”We fumbled with the belts, but Kyle playfully refused to stop teasing mewhile we did so, sucking on my nipples while he directed his hands at thestraps. So, when the plastic and leather was finally flung into the far cornerof the room, my cock sprung up hard and ready. Kyle’s mouth left my breast andclosed down around my cock, swallowing it all the way.When we were both utterly exhausted, Kyle said, “You know, Karen, you arethe perfect woman for me. Full, soft breasts and a wonderfully talented cock.”I smiled and said, “Thank you, Kyle. You are the perfect man for *me*. Hardbody and deep, juicy cunt. Good thing we found each other, huh?”He rolled over and kissed me, then rolled back, got up, and went to callhis doctor to make an appointment for a check up for me. I could hardly waitfor the next day – and the final pronouncement.The doctor made all sorts of tests, including measurements – 38-26-36.After a short wait for the lab test results, the doctor said, “Well, Karen, youare now as female as you will get without drastic surgery. The hormones havedone all they can in altering your body. Take one of these pills once a month,to keep your hormones balanced. This prescription is good here, or at apharmacy when you run out. Take care of yourself, and good luck in your newgender.”Kyle drove us home (I was in no shape to drive) and said, “Go up to thebedroom, strip, and wait for me. I’ll be up in a second.”I was out of my clothes in a flash, and I was sitting up against theheadboard lightly stroking my cock when Kyle arrived wearing only his underwearand holding something behind his back. That wasn’t all he was hiding either,because his red jockey shorts were bulging graphically – there was more thanhis pseudo-bulge in there.He beckoned me to the foot of the bed, and when I was there he knelt downand showed me the flat blue box he had had behind his back. He took my hand,looked me seriously in the eye, and said, “Karen, would you do me the honor ofbecoming my bride?” His other hand expertly opened the box, displaying sixgleaming silver rings of varying sizes.I gazed at the silver, diamond studded rings and then looked back into hisgrey-green eyes. “Yes,” I whispered. “I would be overjoyed to marry you, Kyle.”He grinned fair to split his face and slipped the first ring onto theproper engagement finger. Of the other five rings, I found out that two wereearrings, two were nipple rings, and the last and largest was a cock ring. AsKyle slipped them all into place, he said, “All of these sparkly stones aren’treally diamonds; we’re not that rich. But, they look good, and I’m going tomake them diamonds someday.”I said, “Diamonds don’t matter to me, Kyle, you do.” I leaned down andkissed him. He thanked me, stood up and said, “Shall we seal our betrothal witha little fuck, lover?” He pulled down his shorts and a 10 inch dildo popped upas if freed from there.Immediately, I began to suck on the head of Kyle’s plastic dong. We hadbeen practicing, and I was getting good at sucking plastic cock.After covering the plastic prick with saliva, I stood up and pushed Kyledown on the bed. I retrieved the vaseline from the headboard drawer and beganto grease up by own cock. I said, “Before you fuck my ass, I want to fuckyours.”Kyle immediately rolled onto his back and caught hold of his knees, drawingthem back as far as he could. He still wore the dildo, which totally hid histrue sex.I took some more vaseline and globbed it on his totally hairless asshole.Two fingers served to push it inside his ass, and make him squirm in beginningarousal. My prick soon replaced my fingers, and I was fucking the ass of mylover-soon-to-be-husband.He soon shuddered through his first orgasm, and it was kinky to see cumbegin to leak out from under Kyle’s plastic cock. Kyle came dozens of timesbefore I finally shot my load.We immediately switched positions, and Kyle put the plastic prick deep intome. I learned that I got more pleasure taking that cock then I had receivedfrom fucking Kyle. My change to female had been the best thing I ever did.The marriage ceremony was a simple thing accomplished soon after Kyleproposed. License, blood test, and a trip to City Hall, and we were bondedtogether in holy wedlock. As we were returning from the ceremony, we met thenew couple who were moving in to the condo next to ours. William and Mary werea young couple, probably over 21, but they had to be at least moderatelywealthy (our condos were rather expensive). They were definitely both very goodlooking – I felt my bound cock try to erect at the sight of Willie, who wasalmost as handsome as Kyle. The jeans he was wearing (they were in the processof physically moving) revealed quite a packed basket, too. It took a fewmoments for me to readjust my senses, but on the second or third look at petiteMary my cock tried to swell again – she was one hot little number, all curvesand softness. I was prepared to wager she had no hidden secret like the one Iwas trying to control – but then again, I looked purely female now, too.We chatted a bit, and I thought I saw smoulderingly lustful looks directedour way from both of them when they thought we weren’t looking. I began to hopethat we had, perhaps, found our pair for my first male fuck. There was noopportunity at that first meeting to find out for sure, but when we left them Imentioned what I thought I had seen to Kyle and told him to be on the lookoutfor an opening. It was a little strange to be telling my husband that our nextdoor neighbor turned me on on our honeymoon, but there was nothing terriblynormal about our marriage anyway.A few weeks later, I was awakened by the noise of a party from William andMary’s condo. Normally, the walls are fully soundproof. But it was such a nicenight that we had left the windows open and so, it seemed, had Willie and Mary.I nudged Kyle awake and after fending his hands off of my breasts, Icomplained about the noise. Kyle got up and wend to close the windows, but whenhe got there he paused to listen closer. A smile crossed his face and hebeckoned me over to listen too.I listened, and after a moment the general noise resolved itself into partysounds – music, conversation, and glasses and ice clinking. But, presently Inoticed that somewhere in the background there were also the unmistakablesounds of an orgy going on.I turned to Kyle, who was smiling even more, and said, “Dear, why don’t yougo over and complain nicely about the noise, and as you do find out about theparty?”Kyle said, “Why don’t you come along, and we’ll join in?””No, not yet, Kyle. I…I’m not sure I’m ready to go public with thislittle treasure.” I fondled my hard cock. “But, if you get an idea of what ourneighbors are into, then we can maybe invite them over for a smaller orgy.Okay?””Fine, honey. I’ll be right back.””You better be. I’ll be waiting for you.”Kyle smiled and wend down for his robe. I stayed by the window listening tothe wet sounds of lovemaking, trying to imagine what was going on to producethose sounds and stroking my cock and nipples with pleasure, waiting for Kyleto return.I was so absorbed in my pleasure and fantasies that I didn’t notice Kylewas back until he grabbed me from behind, pressed his cunt into my leftasscheek, and squeezed my breasts. As he nibbled my ear, I could feel thejuices oozing from his cunt.He said, “I think you were right. Willie answered the door, fully dressedeven, and apologized for the noise. From what I could see through the door,everything and anything was going on. I even saw Mary in a dogpile with threeother women. There were definitely both forms of homosexuality going on.”Willie noticed my interest, and invited me in. I explained that we weren’tquite ready for a full scale orgy, but if we could stage one on a smaller scalethen perhaps we could become part of their group. Willie said he’d get togetherwith us later to plan.”I turned around and hugged Kyle, kissing him hard. He reached down andbegan playing with my cock, which was bent sideways between us. I said,”Wonderful. I can’t wait.” Then we joined in with the orgy next door with alittle party of our own.A week later, the doorbell rang. Kyle and I nervously adjusted our silkrobes and made sure our special underwear was on right. As Kyle went down tolet in Willie and Mary, I checked to make sure the food was alright and the barwas stocked. The family room was the only place we had to entertain, but itwould serve just fine.Kyle escorted our neighbors up the stairs and we all said hello. Williehanded Kyle some cassettes “to set the mood.” Kyle slipped the first one intothe VCR and switched it on. A flashy title scene came on informing us that themovie was titled ‘Cheerleading Vixens do the Football Team.’We used the blue movie as atmosphere while we chatted and snacked. Half wayinto the tape, Willie stood up and said, “Well, is everyone loosened up enoughyet?”I nodded nervously and Kyle said, “Actually, Willie, I think that there’ssomething you and Mary need to know before we get down to business. You first,Karen.” We had decided that my ‘condition’ was the less weird (or more common)strangeness between us, so we would show them me first.I took off the robe and smiled as Willie whistled and Mary ogled. I wasdressed only in panties, garterbelt and hose, and a bra, and made a beautifulpicture.I turned around and released the harness I wore. My cock nearly pushed mypanties off as it erected after being freed. With my legs held carefullytogether, I struggled to get my panties down while hiding my secret charms.When they were off, I unfastened my bra and freed my tits. Then, wearing onlythe garterbelt and stockings, with my very full breasts bare and my cocksticking straight out, I turned around.It took a few seconds for the neighbors to react. Firstly, because neitherof them started by looking at my crotch. My chest occupied their attention andheld it. When their eyes finally began to travel down my body, they justcouldn’t believe their eyes at first. When they could believe that they weren’tseeing things, Willie gasped, his eyes wide, and Mary said, “Oh my God!”Fortunately she was smiling.They both soon got over their surprise and Willie said, “Nice surprise,Karen. You look absolutely gorgeous, dear. Come here, let me touch you.”Mary added, “Very nice, Karen. When Willie’s done, I want a turn, okay? SoKyle. What’s your secret? I can’t imagine what it could be.”As I went to stand in front of Willie, Kyle stood up and let his robe dropto the floor. He was wearing a pair of silk flyless boxer shorts with hislittle ‘padding’ device under them. Without being as coy as I had been, hesimple unbuckled the device and slid it and the shorts down his thighs. When hestraightened up, his secret was revealed.Willie was absorbed in me, so Mary was the first to see Kyle’s secret.Again, she said, “Oh my God!”, this time drawled out in utter awe. Both Willieand I looked over and saw Kyle in his naked splendor. Mary said, “I never wouldhave guessed. That’s just unbelievable. I love it! Come here.”Willie said simply, “A matched set, huh?” Then, he put my cock back in hismouth. My knees began to get weak as his fingers caressed the bare skin of mycrotch.Kyle let Mary caress his crotch a few times, then said, “I think we shouldall be equally dressed here, huh? Karen and I could get dressed again, or…”Willie took the hint. He let go of me, stood up, and began to strip. Marywas quick to follow. Both of them had superb bodies. Mary was a beautiful38-26-36, with long blond hair that hung to mid-back, and a fluffy blond bushthat hid her cunt lips. Willie was hard-bodied, much like Kyle, with aminimally defined body. His hair was sandy blond, and he had a very full pubicbush around his 9 inch cock.I pushed Willie back onto the couch, and crouched between his legs. I tookhold of the first cock belonging to someone else I had ever held. It felt good,all warm and pulsing. Different from the imitations Kyle used, but essentiallythe same. I pushed my face toward the glistening head, and touched it with mytongue. I tasted the pre-cum that was making the cock shine, and I loved it.Without further ado, I opened my mouth wide and swallowed as much of Willie’scock as I could.The way he moaned when my warm wet mouth closed around his warm hard cockalmost made my own cock shoot off. It did make my nipples tingle and harden,and it made me moan in response. I opened my throat, angled my head, and beganto swallow the cock as far down as I could. It was easier to inhale Willie’scock than one of the dildoes – Willie’s cock had a little give, so it bentmore.My practicing with the difficult dildoes paid off – I was able to deepthroat Willie’s whole organ, slurping loudly around it as I did so. My handsbegan to move, caressing his hairy balls and crotch, doing everything I couldto make this a memorable blow-job. The way Willie was leaning back, his eyesclosed, his hands at his sides clenching and unclenching, making gutturalsounds of pleasure just the way I did when Kyle blew me meant that I wassucceeding.In and out, tongue around and around, lots of saliva, lots of touching andstroking, and finally the cock exploded. I pulled back enough so that I couldtake the cum on my tongue and savor it. It filled my mouth and overflowed alittle, white strings leaking from the corners of my mouth. But I got most ofit, and it tasted like ambrosia – wonderful!I licked at Willie’s crotch like a cat after cream, cleaning the dribbledcum up while he luxuriated in post-cum bliss. When he had recovered, he pulledme up onto his lap and began to play with my breasts and cock while we bothwatched Kyle and Mary ’69’ on the floor. With Mary’s head tight between Kyle’sthighs, there was nothing except that head’s movements to tell one that Kylewasn’t a man.Willie slid me off his lap and stood. He took my hand and led me upstairsto the bedroom.He put me on my back on the bed and, with only the light of the moon andstars on us, he proceeded to pleasure my whole body with his hands and tongue.The feelings he generated in me weren’t that different from what Kyle could doto me, but it was still exciting because Willie didn’t have the same moves asKyle. So, I would be expecting one thing, get another, and still feel itwonderfully. I wished, for a time, that it wouldn’t end.Finally, however, Willie centered his mouth over my cock and began toreturn my earlier favor with a skill that assured me he was no novice. Hishands and tongue worked skillfully on my shaven crotch, working me closer andcloser to orgasm. As I got more and more excited, Willie’s hand went from myballs under my body to my ass, touching and probing at my asshole. When hepushed his index finger into my ass I came, filling Willie’s mouth as he hadfilled mine. He, however, swallowed every drop without spilling any.He smiled at me then and asked, “Ready to get fucked?” My eyes lit up and Inodded. He continued, “Okay. Up on your knees. Do you have some lube?”I showed him the vaseline, then got up on my hands and knees, ass to him.He stroked my cheeks and then greased up his cock and my ass. Then, gently, hebroke my ass-cherry.Being fucked by a real cock was as different from what I was used to assucking my first real cock had been. It didn’t hurt at all – my ass was wellused to larger cocks than Willie’s. But, the cock was generating even morepleasure than even the largest dildo Kyle had ever used on me. I moaned andwrithed as Willie pumped into my ass-cunt and stroked my cock and nipples. Hemade us both more and more crazy with lust until finally he came in my ass andI came *with* my ass. We collapsed together and just lay there, happilyexhausted.Mary and Kyle came up eventually, roused us, and instigated a continuationof the fun. I fucked a full woman for the first time since I met Kyle. I fuckedmy first man ever. I was fucked by Willie as I sucked Mary and fucked Kyle. Thepermutations continued, including strap-on dildoes on both Kyle and Mary. Ourorgy lasted well into the morning after, and was only the first of many.Willie and Mary became frequent visitors, usually with sex in mind. But wecame to be very good friends socially as well. We were introduced to a selectfew of their orgy club, forming a sub-club of its very kinky and/or open mindedmembers. But, even within the sub-club, Willie and Mary were our most frequentpartners. They even said that Kyle and I were the perfect neighbors; they hadbeen looking for people like us for a long time. I was glad we had found eachother.That’s where our lives rest now. Kyle and I still program – we have paidoff our condo, and Willie and Mary’s as well. Life, and love, is wonderful. I’mglad that I met and finally married Kyle. I even send a letter of thanks to theheadhunter that recruited me into Uni-Tec – but she probably didn’t understandthe sexy card signed “Karen”.

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