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Subject: {ASSM} His and Hers
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Date: Sat, 21 May 2005 19:10:02 -0400
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   Please do not read this story if you are under the age of majority where
you live.  The following contains explicit, sexual content, nudity and
adult language.  Viewer discretion is advised.  Any comments may be mailed
to dancer5682@hotmail.com.

   His and Hers (MF, oral, tg)

   Dancer (c) 2005

   I knocked on the door, hoping she was in for the night.  I waited a few
moments and listened for noises behind the door.  Nothing.  I knocked
again, a bit louder this time and was rewarded with some miscellaneous
thumps and someone calling, "Be right there!" I sighed in relief.  The door
unlocked and opened, revealing a tall, slender brunette woman.  Her red
lips opened in shock and we stared at each other for a while.  "Where's
Garrett?" she asked, peering around me to see if he was in the hall, too.

   "I left him at home," I replied.  "Can I stay with you for a week or so.
We're getting some remodeling done on the bathroom." Rolling my eyes, I
continued, "You know how it is.  Who wants to wash their hair in the
kitchen sink?" We laughed over the mental image.  She invited me inside.

   With a quick tour of her apartment, she said, "I'm going by Sandy now,
instead of Alex.  It's sounds so boyish to me." I commented that Sandy felt
right to me also as we made our way into the spare bedroom.  Flipping the
wall switch, Sandy sighed, "It's not a bedroom, really, more like a closet.
If you feel claustrophobic or whatever, you can stay in my room or on the
couch if you want." I glanced around.  A single-person bed butted against
one wall and a tiny nightstand hovered nearby, as though looking for moral
support.  The room was pretty dank, but I refrained from saying so.

   I dropped my duffle on the mattress and insisted on a nice coze.  It'd
been a year since we last saw each other face to face.  There was plenty of
catching up on both sides.  Sandy made some quick, instant coffee and we
settled onto her cream-colored couch in the living area.  I winced at my
first sip.  "Eww," I groaned and set the cup on the nearest table.  "That
was totally nasty."

   "You know me," Sandy grumbled good-naturedly.  "I'm too cheap to throw
away decent food." My right eyebrow flew up into my hairline, which caused
her to crack up with giggling.  "Sorry.  I know *you* don't consider coffee
'food'." I grimaced as she downed the rest of her coffee.

   We talked about how things were after she finished.  It's different in
person, you know?  Everything had been talked to death over the phone, but
seeing someone's reaction makes it worth telling again.  I mentioned the
bathroom remodeling earlier and now we went totally girly on the issue -
tiles, color schemes, linens; the whole nine yards.  I demanded a pee break
and practically ran to the toilet.  As I finished my business, I got to
wondering about something.  When I returned, I came out and asked, "Did you
ever get your -" I pantomimed scissors cutting with my fingers.  Sandy
blushed and shook her head.  "Why not?"

   Sighing, she stated, "I dunno.  I guess, *maybe*, I'll miss having a
penis.  Even with the hormones, I can sorta get it up still."

   I leaned closer to her.  "Does it feel weird to have tits and a dick?"

   "Yes and no.  I like having both, who wouldn't?" We grinned smugly. 
"They're both part of me.  The counselor I see for pre-op psych evals is
having a heyday over this.  She thinks I'm trying to back out or..." she
paused, obviously searching for the right words.  "...or I'm still confused
about which gender I want to be.  I thought I was a woman in a man's body,
except I like playing with my dick and fantasizing about girls."

   "Maybe you're a lesbian trapped in a man's body," I brought up with a
smirk.  "You can just go buy a couple strap-ons and use the rest of the
money you saved for a vacation or something."

   Her eyes lit up.  "Ooo, now there's a thought!" She stretched across the
couch toward me, easing her right hand between my thighs.  "We'll go to
Florida and I'll get you nice and drunk and fuck you on the beach.  How
does that sound?"

   I decided to play along.  "Mmm, it's been so long.  I wonder if I still
know how?" My tone grew husky as I kneeled up on the cushions and started
to undo my pants.  She looked up into my face.  I winked and inched my
jeans down over my ass.  Her top came off first, then her Capri slacks.  I
stood to shimmy out of my own clothes with some assistance.  Sandy jerked
off my shirt and began to fondle my breasts, her thumbs searching for the
nipples.

   My hand dipped under the thin layer of her underwear.  She moaned softly
when my fingers touched her limp cock.  "Oooo, yeah," she whispered with a
shiver.  "Will you suck me...please?"

   My boyfriend Garrett popped into my head for a millisecond.  I loved him
tons, but he honestly believed any type of sex except for
man-on-top-with-penis-in-vagina was the work of the devil.  I've tried for
three years to change his mind.  No dice.

   I guided Sandy back onto the couch, after stripping her bra and panties
off.  Mine came off, too, and we took a moment to admire each other's
bodies.  Her tits were smallish due to the hormone treatments and lack of
implants and her nipples were still guy-like in size.  Her dick remained
limp against the nest of dark hair.  My mouth would certainly change that
status!  "I love your nips," she said and brushed her fingers across the
dusky peaks.  I gasped when she quickly twisted them.  "And sensitive, too.
I like."

   "You better be one great fuck," I informed her, dropping to my knees.  I
grabbed her knees, pushed them apart and wiggled my torso between them.  I
ran my palms along her thighs to her dick and balls.  I touched each
gently, marveling at how dainty they'd become.  My lips kissed along the
shaft to the head, where I parted them and swirled my tongue around the
end. Her ecstatic groan urged me onward.  One hand circled her cock,
positioning it straight so I could gobble it speedily.

   The heat of my mouth caused her to jerk like a puppet.  I felt her hands
slide through my hair as I sucked her rod.  They then touched my shoulders
and sought their way down to my swaying breasts.  She could only reach the
sides and I heard her grumble her disappointment.  I kept sucking and
laving my tongue along her cock, eager to get her hard.  It took a few
minutes to achieve what I wanted.  I massaged her testicles while I nibbled
the tip of her shaft.

   I raised myself onto her lap, straddling her legs.  I spread my pussy
lips wide, allowing her to easily find my clit and hole to play with.  She
rubbed my slit with her cockhead and rubbed a thumb pad against my clit. 
The spasms of pre-orgasm shuddered through me.  Together, we made some
slight adjustments, then I sat firmly upon her cock.  My boobs bobbed right
in her face and I watched an evil grin form on her mouth.

   Sandy slid her tongue out, swirling her saliva all around each titty. 
She alternated between sucking hard and blowing hot breath across the
heated flesh.  I grunted and rode the pole inside my wet cunt with faster,
harder strokes.  My pussy quivered on the edge of a regular spasm.  Her
teeth bit firmly on my left nipple, causing me to shriek in agony at the
searing pain from the bite.  She clamped her teeth harder and shook her
head like some kind of animal.  I ground myself against her pelvis and felt
a flood of fluid spurt out of me.

   "Seems like you're into a little pain with your pleasure," she growled
playfully.  I nodded in agreement.  My body contracted again as she chomped
my other tit with equal glee.  When she removed her mouth, she continued to
twist and pinch the thickened nubs as she talked.  "I don't mean really
heavy bondage and shit.  Just some light titty-twisting and restraints. 
Are you game?"

   I brushed her hair away from her face - a loving caress.  "You're really
into tits, aren't you?" I replied with a smile.  She shrugged her
shoulders. I gave her a bit of her own treatment, using my fingernails to
pinch her stubby nips.  Her eyes glazed over and her cheeks grew pink. 
"Nothing heavy duty, okay?  Tying down is done with something like scarves
or pantyhose or something.  No handcuffs.  Other than that, I'm willing."

   "You are *not* going to regret this, Lori.  I swear." We shared a sweet
kiss, tongues rolling and swirling against each other intimately.  Our next
move was to go to her bedroom and scare up a few pairs of pantyhose to use
as restraints.  It took longer than expected due to unscheduled groping.

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