The Perfect Programmer - Part 2

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28 Mar. '17

    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 of breasts and a fine cock - my dream lover! You must have read my mind, Kev. You have 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 your monogram. I love you, Karen."

    We made love again then, much more tenderly and protractedly, but still on the living room floor. Dinner was ruined, but neither of us noticed the taste of what Kyle managed to salvage, and we retired to our bed without even doing the dishes.

    Kyle had better connections in the transsexual world, and he was able to get me a supply of hormones that were faster acting with fewer side effects - in other words, they wouldn't effect my male drives, just alter my body. We barely made it through our last days at Uni-Tec what with the changes beginning in my body, the work that went into finding and decorating our new condo, and the several contracts we were already signing for freelance work. Even more exciting, personally, was the fact that the lawyer Kyle had used to change his identity 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 going away party, which was great fun. As much as I grew to dislike the work, there were 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 restaurant where we both got a little drunk. As we were leaving, Kyle said, "You know, you should get your ears pierced. I know a place - it's even open this late. Let's go."

    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, as Kyle was looking in the display case, he pointed at some little silver dumbbell shaped things and asked the man, "What are these for? They're too large for ears, aren't they?"

    The man said, "Those are for nipples. Lots of guys have it done - their ladies 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, if anything, 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 an alcohol compound which felt cold as it evaporated. It was to clean the skin and to numb the lobe. He put tiny silver piercing studs into what looked like a hole-punch. He clamped the instrument to each ear in turn, centering it carefully and pulling the trigger, sending the stud through my flesh. I felt nothing at all.

    Next, since I was already in the chair, came my nipples. In fact, I had to get 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, and a 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 tingle before numbing them. Once they were numb, he tweaked them into erection (I felt nothing at all). He put one of the dumbbell studs in a larger and slightly modified version of the ear-punch and attached it to my left nipple. A touch on the trigger, a drop of blood, and the job was half done. Seconds later the other stud was in and the end knobs were screwed on. I looked down at the two little silver bars in my nipples, then smiled at Kyle. There was no pain at all.

    Kyle was done before I got my shirt back on. It felt strange to have four new holes in my body. My ears were beginning to tingle, and I could almost feel the tiny studs in my earlobes. The bars on my chest rubbed against my shirt and the skin around my nipples. From the faint ache in my lobes, which was no worse than a sleeping pinch from lying on it wrong, I hoped my chest would fare as well.

    Kyle bought me another pair of earrings in the shop (without letting the man know they were for me - they were very pretty and very feminine), as well as two sets of silver hoops for our nipples. The man gave us instructions for care and told us to leave the studs in for at least three days before changing them. Kyle paid him and we went home.

    When we got there, I stripped off my shirt and stood staring at my pierced nipples. They were aching a bit by then, but not really bad at all. Kyle came up behind me, shirtless as well. He leaned into my back and I could feel the studs in his nipples pressing into my skin. His arms came up under mine and he carefully cupped my incipient breasts, just barely touching my nipples. I moaned faintly from the pleasure that generated and leaned my head back on his shoulder. 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 and reached down to undo my belt and fly. I hadn't taken to wearing panties yet - I preferred 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 stroking my nipples and my cock, me watching the action in the mirror, moaning, and squirming my hips in mounting arousal.

    Finally, Kyle whispered, "Let's go to bed, Karen. I've got a surprise for you."

    We hobbled to the bed - Kyle wouldn't leave my back and my pants fell down around 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. Kyle turned on the stereo and then rummaged in his bottom drawer for something. He found it and showed it to me. It was ivory colored, six cylindrical inches long, 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 being penetrated - it's one of the joys of being a woman that a man can experience too. 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 as Kyle suggested it, my asshole began to spasm and tingle, and I instantly craved the 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 some vaseline. By the time he returned, I was lying on my stomach with my legs spread wide, waiting for him.

    "Nice picture, love," said Kyle. He climbed between my legs and took the dildo out of my hand. I turned my head around and watched him grease up the toy, then felt him apply a large, cold glob of jelly to my asshole. His fingers penetrated 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. My cock began to erect, which made me squirm my hips, which only made the pole in my ass feel better.

    The cycle continued, on and on, until finally I said, "Oh god, Kyle, I'm gonna cum soon! That feels sooo good!"

    Kyle maneuvered me onto my side and managed to get my cock into his pussy before I exploded, giving him a few small orgasms along the way. We continued our 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 - with the addition of the phrase "as a woman" to wrap it up properly. We packed up all 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 seen again. Karen was here to stay.

    I still had things to learn and things to do. In between making love and packing up to move to our new condo, Kyle gave me "girl lessons". In the remaining free time, I visited an electrolysist's salon and gradually had all of my body hair removed from the chin down. I debated leaving a little bit of hair around my cock, but Kyle thought it would be cute to remove it so that went 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 an instant I was officially a female named Karen Athen.

    The new condo was wonderful. It was three floors tall, but it was very free-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 - one wall and half the ceiling was glass. It gave us a wonderful view - miles of forest and glimpses of a river, pure nature. We had one wall mirrored, put in track 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 for that. One room was made into a dressing room - the 'sunroom' didn't have any closets. The other became a library. With shelves around the walls and even in the 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 be called 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 was what we used it for. One wall held an expensive audio-visual system. We put in a 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 - our computers and the equipment was installed there.

    The ground floor was three 'rooms'. First was the atrium which was as wide as the whole condo and was two floors high - the family room and computer room both had openings onto the atrium's airspace. A spiral staircase led up to that floor. The rest of the ground floor was mainly kitchen, with a 'small' dining room for informal situations attached. The size of the 'small' dining room insured 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. The hormones continued to alter my body, Kyle's tutoring altered my presence, and his nightly ministrations with the ever-changing dildoes changed my sexual identity and educated my asshole.

    One night, he asked me to go up to bed alone - he had a surprise to prepare. I stripped in the dressing room, then went up to the bedroom and lay on 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 - I was 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 to his hips. I had a moment of doubt - Kyle had completed his transformation, even if only with a piece of plastic. Then, the last of my inhibitions vanished and I began to wonder what it would be like to make love to a flesh cock. Not fall in love with a man: Kyle was my lifemate. But, to feel a real, warm cock pulsing in my mouth, and in my ass...

    We made love, this time with Kyle as the penetrator and me as the penetratee. And as we did, I began to fantasize that I was really a woman being fucked by a real man. The feelings being generated by Kyle's hands on by cock insured that I would never really want that to be so, but it was fun to imagine.

    When we were finally satisfied, I asked, "Kyle, could I ask you a sensitive question?"

    "Yes," he answered.

    "I've been wondering about something. This little plastic plugger you're wearing got me fantasizing about real cocks. Would you get mad if I wanted to feel a real cock in me? If you don't want me to, I won't. I love you, and only you. But, I..."

    Kyle smiled and said, "Hey, calm down, love. It's okay, no problem. I'll even do my best to find you a nice man, if you'll allow me to satisfy a little need of my own. You see, you can give me everything I could ever want, except for a pussy. 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 our relationship - after all, being bi-sexual it was impossible for one partner to satisfy your *every* need, even so well-adapted partners as we were. We also agreed that we couldn't go looking until my physical change was complete. It would 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 that that set of measurements would prepare my ass for any cock - wider wouldn't be as long, and longer wouldn't be as wide. We used anal sex after my tutoring was 'complete' sparingly, and most often used a double-ended dildo to fuck each other. It was a blast.

    As I became more and more feminine in personality and mind, my programming actually improved. Somehow, as the artificial barriers built by years of being told to 'be strong' and 'act like a man' crumbled under the gentle assault of Kyle's lessons and the hormones, a wellspring of creativity was uncovered. Kyle began to compliment me on the innovative plot elements I introduced to my programs, 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 complete when I saw that perfectly female reflection - perfect except for the cock that hung between its legs. In eager excitement I ran down to the dressing room and put on the plastic device I had purchased to serve the same purpose, in reverse, that the one Kyle had shown me so long ago served. This one consisted of a tube for my cock, a small cup to protect my balls, and straps to tie the tube 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 true gender.

    I ran back upstairs and looked at myself in the mirror in sunlight. Yep, it was true. From my shoulder length hair to my full breasts, trim waist, wide hips, and long smooth legs, I looked like a beautiful woman. Wonderful! It was done!

    I noticed that Kyle was awake and propped up on his elbow watching me pose and 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 them and we kissed deeply. He began to toy with my permanently erect nipples (that's what piercing does to them, you know), and I could feel my cock trying to erect. I was too excited to exercise my learned control, developed for situations 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 me while we did so, sucking on my nipples while he directed his hands at the straps. So, when the plastic and leather was finally flung into the far corner of the room, my cock sprung up hard and ready. Kyle's mouth left my breast and closed down around my cock, swallowing it all the way.

    When we were both utterly exhausted, Kyle said, "You know, Karen, you are the 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*. Hard body 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 call his doctor to make an appointment for a check up for me. I could hardly wait for 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, you are now as female as you will get without drastic surgery. The hormones have done 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 a pharmacy when you run out. Take care of yourself, and good luck in your new gender."

    Kyle drove us home (I was in no shape to drive) and said, "Go up to the bedroom, 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 the headboard lightly stroking my cock when Kyle arrived wearing only his underwear and holding something behind his back. That wasn't all he was hiding either, because his red jockey shorts were bulging graphically - there was more than his pseudo-bulge in there.

    He beckoned me to the foot of the bed, and when I was there he knelt down and 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 of becoming my bride?" His other hand expertly opened the box, displaying six gleaming silver rings of varying sizes.

    I gazed at the silver, diamond studded rings and then looked back into his grey-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 the proper engagement finger. Of the other five rings, I found out that two were earrings, two were nipple rings, and the last and largest was a cock ring. As Kyle slipped them all into place, he said, "All of these sparkly stones aren't really diamonds; we're not that rich. But, they look good, and I'm going to make them diamonds someday."

    I said, "Diamonds don't matter to me, Kyle, you do." I leaned down and kissed him. He thanked me, stood up and said, "Shall we seal our betrothal with a little fuck, lover?" He pulled down his shorts and a 10 inch dildo popped up as if freed from there.

    Immediately, I began to suck on the head of Kyle's plastic dong. We had been practicing, and I was getting good at sucking cock.

    After covering the plastic prick with saliva, I stood up and pushed Kyle down on the bed. I retrieved the vaseline from the headboard drawer and began to grease up my own cock. I said, "Before you fuck my ass, I want to fuck yours."

    Kyle immediately rolled onto his back and caught hold of his knees, drawing them back as far as he could. He still wore the dildo, which totally hid his true 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 beginning arousal. My prick soon replaced my fingers, and I was fucking the ass of my lover-soon-to-be-husband.

    He soon shuddered through his first orgasm, and it was kinky to see cum begin to leak out from under Kyle's strap-on cock. Kyle came dozens of times before I finally shot my load.

    We immediately switched positions, and Kyle put the strapon prick deep into me. I learned that I got more pleasure taking that cock then I had received from fucking Kyle. My change to female had been the best thing I ever did.

    The marriage ceremony was a simple thing accomplished soon after Kyle proposed. License, blood test, and a trip to City Hall, and we were bonded together in holy wedlock. As we were returning from the ceremony, we met the new couple who were moving in to the condo next to ours. William and Mary were a young couple, probably over 21, but they had to be at least moderately wealthy (our condos were rather expensive). They were definitely both very good looking - I felt my bound cock try to erect at the sight of Willie, who was almost as handsome as Kyle. The jeans he was wearing (they were in the process of physically moving) revealed quite a packed basket, too. It took a few moments for me to readjust my senses, but on the second or third look at petite Mary my cock tried to swell again - she was one hot little number, all curves and softness. I was prepared to wager she had no hidden secret like the one I was trying to control - but then again, I looked purely female now, too.

    We chatted a bit, and I thought I saw smoulderingly lustful looks directed our way from both of them when they thought we weren't looking. I began to hope that we had, perhaps, found our pair for my first male fuck. There was no opportunity at that first meeting to find out for sure, but when we left them I mentioned what I thought I had seen to Kyle and told him to be on the lookout for an opening. It was a little strange to be telling my husband that our next door neighbor turned me on on our honeymoon, but there was nothing terribly normal about our marriage anyway.

    A few weeks later, I was awakened by the noise of a party from William and Mary's condo. Normally, the walls are fully soundproof. But it was such a nice night 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, I complained about the noise. Kyle got up and went to close the windows, but when he got there he paused to listen closer. A smile crossed his face and he beckoned me over to listen too.

    I listened, and after a moment the general noise resolved itself into party sounds - music, conversation, and glasses and ice clinking. But, presently I noticed that somewhere in the background there were also the unmistakable sounds of an orgy going on.

    I turned to Kyle, who was smiling even more, and said, "Dear, why don't you go over and complain nicely about the noise, and as you do find out about the party?"

    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 this little treasure." I fondled my hard cock. "But, if you get an idea of what our neighbors 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 to the wet sounds of lovemaking, trying to imagine what was going on to produce those sounds and stroking my cock and nipples with pleasure, waiting for Kyle to return.

    I was so absorbed in my pleasure and fantasies that I didn't notice Kyle was back until he grabbed me from behind, pressed his pussy into my left asscheek, and squeezed my breasts. As he nibbled my ear, I could feel the juices oozing from him.

    He said, "I think you were right. Willie answered the door, fully dressed even, 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 three other women. There were definitely both forms of homosexuality going on.

    "Willie noticed my interest, and invited me in. I explained that we weren't quite ready for a full scale orgy, but if we could stage one on a smaller scale then perhaps we could become part of their group. Willie said he'd get together with us later to plan."

    I turned around and hugged Kyle, kissing him hard. He reached down and began 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 a little party of our own.

    A week later, the doorbell rang. Kyle and I nervously adjusted our silk robes and made sure our special underwear was on right. As Kyle went down to let in Willie and Mary, I checked to make sure the food was alright and the bar was stocked. The family room was the only place we had to entertain, but it would serve just fine.

    Kyle escorted our neighbors up the stairs and we all said hello. Willie handed Kyle some DVD's "to set the mood." Kyle slipped the first one into the DVD player and switched it on. A flashy title scene came on informing us that the movie was titled 'Cheerleading Vixens do the Football Team.'

    We used the blue movie as atmosphere while we chatted and snacked. Half way into the DVD, Willie stood up and said, "Well, is everyone loosened up enough yet?"

    I nodded nervously and Kyle said, "Actually, Willie, I think that there's something 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 was dressed only in panties, garterbelt and hose, and a bra, and made a beautiful picture.

    I turned around and released the harness I wore. My cock nearly pushed my panties off as it erected after being freed. With my legs held carefully together, 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 only the garterbelt and stockings, with my very full breasts bare and my cock sticking straight out, I turned around.

    It took a few seconds for the neighbors to react. Firstly, because neither of them started by looking at my crotch. My chest occupied their attention and held it. When their eyes finally began to travel down my body, they just couldn't believe their eyes at first. When they could believe that they weren't seeing 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? So Kyle. 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 drop to the floor. He was wearing a pair of silk flyless boxer shorts with his little 'padding' device under them. Without being as coy as I had been, he simple unbuckled the device and slid it and the shorts down his thighs. When he straightened 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 Willie and I looked over and saw Kyle in his naked splendor. Mary said, "I never would have guessed. That's just unbelievable. I love it! Come here."

    Willie said simply, "A matched set, huh?" Then, he put my cock back in his mouth. My knees began to get weak as his fingers caressed the bare skin of my crotch.

    Kyle let Mary caress his crotch a few times, then said, "I think we should all 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. Mary was quick to follow. Both of them had superb bodies. Mary was a beautiful 38-26-36, with long blond hair that hung to mid-back, and a fluffy blond bush that hid her cunt lips. Willie was hard-bodied, much like Kyle, with a minimally defined body. His hair was sandy blond, and he had a very full pubic bush around his 9 inch cock.

    I pushed Willie back onto the couch, and crouched between his legs. I took hold 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 essentially the same. I pushed my face toward the glistening head, and touched it with my tongue. 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's cock as I could.

    The way he moaned when my warm wet mouth closed around his warm hard cock almost 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 began to swallow the cock as far down as I could. It was easier to inhale Willie's cock than one of the dildoes - Willie's cock had a little give, so it bent more.

    My practicing with the difficult dildoes paid off - I was able to deep throat Willie's whole organ, slurping loudly around it as I did so. My hands began to move, caressing his hairy balls and crotch, doing everything I could to make this a memorable blow-job. The way Willie was leaning back, his eyes closed, his hands at his sides clenching and unclenching, making guttural sounds of pleasure just the way I did when Kyle blew me meant that I was succeeding.

    In and out, tongue around and around, lots of saliva, lots of touching and stroking, and finally the cock exploded. I pulled back enough so that I could take the cum on my tongue and savor it. It filled my mouth and overflowed a little, white strings leaking from the corners of my mouth. But I got most of it, and it tasted like ambrosia - wonderful!

    I licked at Willie's crotch like a cat after cream, cleaning the dribbled cum up while he luxuriated in post-cum bliss. When he had recovered, he pulled me up onto his lap and began to play with my breasts and cock while we both watched Kyle and Mary '69' on the floor. With Mary's head tight between Kyle's thighs, there was nothing except that head's movements to tell one that Kyle wasn't a man.

    Willie slid me off his lap and stood. He took my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom.

    He put me on my back on the bed and, with only the light of the moon and stars 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 do to me, but it was still exciting because Willie didn't have the same moves as Kyle. So, I would be expecting one thing, get another, and still feel it wonderfully. I wished, for a time, that it wouldn't end.

    Finally, however, Willie centered his mouth over my cock and began to return my earlier favor with a skill that assured me he was no novice. His hands and tongue worked skillfully on my shaven crotch, working me closer and closer to orgasm. As I got more and more excited, Willie's hand went from my balls under my body to my ass, touching and probing at my asshole. When he pushed his index finger into my ass I came, filling Willie's mouth as he had filled 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 I nodded. 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, he broke my ass-cherry.

    Being fucked by a real cock was as different from what I was used to as sucking my first real cock had been. It didn't hurt at all - my ass was well used to larger cocks than Willie's. But, the cock was generating even more pleasure than even the largest dildo Kyle had ever used on me. I moaned and writhed as Willie pumped into my ass-cunt and stroked my cock and nipples. He made us both more and more crazy with lust until finally he came in my ass and I came *with* my ass. We collapsed together and just lay there, happily exhausted.

    Mary and Kyle came up eventually, roused us, and instigated a continuation of the fun. I fucked a full woman for the first time since I met Kyle. I fucked my first man ever. I was fucked by Willie as I sucked Mary and fucked Kyle. The permutations continued, including strap-on dildoes on both Kyle and Mary. Our orgy 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 we came to be very good friends socially as well. We were introduced to a select few of their orgy club, forming a sub-club of its very kinky and/or open minded members. But, even within the sub-club, Willie and Mary were our most frequent partners. They even said that Kyle and I were the perfect neighbors; they had been looking for people like us for a long time. I was glad we had found each other.

    That's where our lives rest now. Kyle and I still program - we have paid off our condo, and Willie and Mary's as well. Life, and love, is wonderful. I'm glad that I met and finally married Kyle. I even send a letter of thanks to the headhunter that recruited me into Uni-Tec - but she probably didn't understand the sexy card signed "Karen".

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