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The Pitchfork (MF, wl, MF(tg), swapping, M-first, F-first)
---

    This one got started when I was thinking about story openings.
I've seen a lot of stories that start with character descriptions, and
most of them are far too dry for my tastes.

    Usually, I don't care about all those details, because most of the
time, they don't do anything for the story, in my view, except
increase the word count.

    What do I prefer for an opening?

    I want to see an opening that shows me something about the
characters, instead of a dry recitation of facts I could learn from
their actions, or if they were mentioned in the appropriate places, as
part of the characters learning things about each other, later in the
story.

    In other words: "Pitchfork me into the story!"

    That thought made me think of the following sentence as a possible
opening:

    "What are you doing with that pitchfork?"

    I thought about it some more, created a new hopper item, and
started typing.

    The original opening sentence morphed into the following opening
paragraph:
    -----

    Larisa studied Danny for awhle, then sighed. "I'll bite. We're in
the middle of a bunch of sand dunes, and you have a pitchfork in your
hand. What on *Earth* could you use it for, out here?"
    ----

    If you want to find out what Danny plans on doing with that
pitchfork, and Larisa, read on.

    Some of the codes: MF, wl, MF(tg), swapping, M-first, F-first 

    From a post I made to ASSD:
    ----


Yeah, I know.  Coding questions aren't something I usually ask.

   But, this time, I've managed to write something that as far as I know,
based on my reading explorations, has a reasonable chance of being almost
unique, or at the least, very rarely seen.

   And it's not even zoo/best!

   Anyway, I'm working on a story that involves a het couple that's been
together for years, and they plan on getting married, and another het
couple that *has* been married for years.

   However, there's a strange twist to this one, and that twist leads to
the coding problems.  Some other problems too, and I've dealt with them in
ways that I'm mostly comfortable with, considering how few my options are.

   The already married people are both transgendered, and comfortable with
their bodies, so they are not transsexual, a distinction that becomes
important to the story.

   In public, they act like a typical het couple.  In private, they are
still het, but they reverse the roles emotionally, and as much physically
as their bodies will allow.

   They've done this reversal since shortly after they met, so much so that
we find out the physical man is still a virgin with women, even though
she's been using a strapon to fuck him in the ass on almost a daily basis,
for years.

   She, on the other hand, led a pretty wild life as a teenager, but even
so, let peer pressure define her sexual identity to the point she never had
a fully lesbian experience, even when she took part in multiple partner
situations that involved two or more women.

   They both always thought of themselves as their physical genders, until,
at some point, early in their relationship, they decided to try role
swapping, and realized it was easy to do because they were transgendered.

   There's a link between the couples, and it's the other man.

   In high school, he didn't think he was ever going to get involved in a
human relationship, and he was considering getting serious about exploring
his other options (unstated, but obviously they were zoo/best ones) when
she caught him and decided to help him decide what sexuality he really
wanted to be.

   The result was a teen who was 'aggressively' het, and popular with the
girls when they wanted a guy they could sneak in when they had all female
slumber parties.

   Years pass, they go their own ways, and he winds up discovering he's
really bi.

   Then he meets his current so, she's het but experimented with
lesbianism, and they decide to become monogamous and het.

   There's been a party, and the now transgendered woman learns her old
friend is bi, when he comments about his interest in her husband's penis.

   The end result is that the two couples get together so the het ones can
get involved with their transgendered opposite, and help them learn to be
'better' as they express their emotional genders physically.

   So that creates the following situations:

   Physically, male/male and female/female couples

   To help the transgendered man express himself as a female, 'she' and her
partner avoid doing anything with his penis.

   The physical woman wears a strapon all the time, and 'he' and his
partner treat it just like a normal man and woman treat a man's penis. 
'He' also, for this situation, does not wear a double ended dildo, because
he doesn't want the 'female stuff' interfering with his learning how to be
a better man in the bedroom.

   Tentatively, I'm using the following codes, so far:

   MF, wl, MF(tg), foursome, M-first, F-first

   I also, once I'm past the setup, switched pronouns so the transgendered
people speak and are referred to by the ones appropriate to their 'real'
gender, to show that they are comfortable thinking in those terms about
themselves.

   Technically, neither couple is role playing, because they are being
themselves.

   On the other hand, the het couple *is* making the effort required to be
sure they treat the other person as a person of the opposite sex.

   Should I add the role playing code?  Are there other codes I should add,
or possibly create?

   I don't think I should.  I do plan on doing an intro to set things up so
it all doesn't surprise readers as much as it would if they don't get the
warning.

   Are M-first and F-first too misleading, even though they fit the
situation emotionally and physically, and are the focus of the overall
story?  
======

    The Pitchfork
    chapter 1
    --------

    Larisa studied Danny for awhle, then sighed. "I'll bite. We're in
the middle of a bunch of sand dunes, and you have a pitchfork in your
hand. What on *Earth* could you use it for, out here?"

    He chuckled. "Well, it got you talking to me, which I was
beginning to wonder if it would ever happen again, after last night."

    She blushed, then attacked. " *I* wasn't the one who was so drunk
he got in trouble for feeling up the *host*, and not the host's wife."

    "You've known I'm bi, for years."

    "I thought you had better taste in men."

    "I do, usually. But hey, sometimes it's what hanging between a
man's legs that's important, and I wanted to know what that log he was
hiding, felt like."

    She finally laughed. "And now?"

    He upended the pitchfork and jabbed it into the ground. "Now? I
jab the shovel in the ground about ten feet away, and we set up the
tarp on them as a lean to, for some shade so we can make up the rest
of the way, by acting like we're a couple of minks."

    She sighed. "What happened to the tent?"

    "Too much trouble. Besides, I cleaned out the van a few days ago,
and forgot to put it back."

    "Idiot."

    Then she stepped into him and kissed him hungrily before she
pulled away and lifted her dress to expose her panties. "Later. You
have something more important to deal with."

    "You're not worried about sunburn?"

    "Bottom of my purse. Collapsible umbrella that I carry for
emergencies like this one. I'll hold it while you fuck me."

    He laughed and turned back to the van. "Deal!"

    The fucking was just that. Sex that was raw, hard--and fast.

    Once she was holding the opened umbrella, he pulled her panties
down enough to expose her, then dug his erect prick out of his pants,
and put it where it was supposed to go.

    They lurched together, and she, in a spirit of getting even, held
still and made him do all the work.

    He made quick work of his orgasm, then dropped to his knees and
did his best to suck out what he'd just frantically pumped inside her.

    Ten minutes later she tossed the umbella aside and grabbed at the
back of his head while she violently arched her hips, and did her best
to flatten his head against her pubic bone.

    When it was over, both of them were panting for breath, but for
different reasons.

    Not that they really cared.

    She dropped to her knees and hugged him. "As soon as we catch our
breath, we can set up that lean to, and cuddle."

    He laughed. "Fine with me."

    About five minutes after they found the energy to move again, they
were cuddled on an opened sleeping bag, in the shade, with him spooned
against her back.

    She touched his hands to get his attention. "Honey? I don't get
it. What made you think Fred wouldn't toss you across the room for
fondling him like you do... Me?"

    He laughed. "I wish I could say it was a lucky guess, or
intuition, but it wasn't."

    "You *knew*, before you started groping his ass? How?"

    "Mary told me, after I happened to mention I was impressed by his
prick, and wouldn't mind a chance to see it up close and personal.
That was when she asked me if I was bi, and willing to be a top, so I
could get that chance."

    "That's... Crazy. Hey! Waitaminit! The only time the two of you
were alone was when you helped her get some snacks and drinks from the
kitchen. I know damn well you were reasonably sober when you did that,
and it was right after that when you groped him and sent him through
the roof. You *couldn't* have been as drunk as you acted!"

    "I was drunk, but not so drunk I didn't know exactly what I was
doing, with Mary's permission. Matter of fact, she told me exactly how
to do it, so he'd get an almost instant erection."

    "How would she know?"

    He chuckled. "She surprised the hell out of me with that one. They
fuck each other like weasels every night, but she's the one doing all
the work, with a strapon. She's getting a little frayed around the
edges, has known us a long time, and decided that if we were willing
to try being a foursome, she and Fred would finally get their most
hidden dreams answered. Last night was the opening move, to give her a
chance to make the suggestion openly, because I have an obvious
interest in him."

    She sighed. "I'll repeat it. I thought you had better taste in
men. The man's a... Jerk."

    He kissed the back of her neck. "He's not really a jerk, only
still trying to learn who he is, and damn confused about what he does
know. Mary isn't, and I owe her more than I can ever repay. I want to
do this for her, not me or Fred."

    She rolled in his arms and studied his face for a long time before
she stroked it lightly. "I think I've missed something, or you've left
a hell of a lot out of what you've told me over the years. I don't get
it. If the two of you feel that much for each other, how come you're
with me, and she married him?"

    "Are you in?"

    "You're ducking."

    "Can't tell you unless you're going to help us. If you say no,
I'll drop it all, and apologise to Mary and Fred, even though Mary
already knows it all hangs on your decision."

    "Me?! What makes it so important that *I* be the one who has the
final say?"

    "I don't love Mary. I love you, and I don't want to screw that
up."

    "Oh. That's..."

    She hugged him. "It's something I should have seen coming."

    She rolled again, and snuggled her ass into his crotch. "Put your
dick in my ass, but don't fuck me, I need to feel you, but I need to
think, too."

    He did, then held her while she thought about things.

    Eventually she pulled away and rolled to face him again.

    "I'll help, but there's a condition."

    He looked at her warily. "That sounds ominous."

    "Only if you're afraid of getting married. Let's set the date,
finally."

    He shuddered and it was her turn to hold him, while he thought
about her words.

    Eventually he closed his eyes and sighed, then opened them and
moved until he could kiss her full on the lips.

    "That's a hell of a condition, and to misquote you, 'I should have
seen it coming.' Yeah. Let's do it. Before or after we help Mary and
Fred?"

    "I thought we were helping Fred."

    "I said 'foursome', remember? Mary would like to know what it's
like to fuck a real woman with that strapon, so she can do a better
job with Fred's ass. Up to you."

    "This keeps getting stranger and stranger, but I said I'm in, and
to be honest, I'm curious as hell about it all, now. Guess I can be bi
again, at least for awhile. Let's make that wedding reasonably soon,
no matter what happens with this crazy mercy fuck you've got us
involved in."

    "Thanks for saying 'us'."

    "Welcome. Now, give with the explanation."

    He grinned at her. "They're both transgendered, but not
transexual."

    "Run that past again and use simpler words. I missed something."

    He sighed. "Damn, I wish the spammers hadn't corrupted the terms."

    "That isn't the problem. You know I know what the words mean. I
need details."

    "Ok. In public, they act like a normal het couple, and they *are*
het, just in the wrong bodies. So, when they fuck, and when they are
alone, Mary's the man and Fred's the woman, emotionally, and as best
they can be, physically. They're comfortable with that, but still,
they'd like to have a chance to get even closer to their ideal,
physically, and that's what I agreed to do for Fred. I'll be doing the
fucking, but Mary will be providing most of the other action if she
manages to convince him to go for her idea."

    She studied him thoughtfully. "You're serious, aren't you?"

    "Yes."

    "That sounds odd, but I can see why they fit each other so well.
How come Mary didn't know you're bi?"

    He contrived a shrug. "I wasn't, when she helped me, and when we
used to cry on each other's shoulders when we had problems."

    "In the years we've been together, Mary and Fred have to be the
oddest, of the odd people you've introduced me to."

    He chuckled. "I lived an odd life, compared to how normal it's
been since I fell in love with you.

    "Will you marry me, Larisa?"

    "Yes, Danny, I'm finally ready to marry you."

    "Thanks. Didn't think it would be a situation like this, that
would finally convince you."

    She giggled and reached for his penis. "I didn't think it would
be, either. I've been on the fence for years, and I suddenly realized
I didn't want to lose the most selfishly selfless man I'm ever likely
to meet."

    "Are you going to play with it, or use it?"

    "Both."

    Then she slid down his body and engulfed him with her mouth before
she did her best to try and suck everything he had left in his balls,
out of them.

    After she finished draining him, she slid back up his body,
resnuggled, and kissed him on the lips.

    "I'll call Mary as soon as we finish here, and let her know we'll
be ready when they are."

    He chuckled. "Be ready for a very quick trip home to shower and
change into fresh clothing."

    "Really?"

    "Yep. Everyone must have missed the way Fred pressed himself into
me when I grabbed him from behind and pretended like I was too drunk
to care who I was trying to fuck. I thought he was likely to find an
excuse to get us in bed, and damn the guests, but too many people
noticed, I think, and turned it into a joke, so he had to act
embarassed and shove me away."

    She laughed. "You must have done some pretty serious action,
before you were caught, and had to act drunker than you were."

    "Yep! Anyway, there's a good chance that they're ready for us by
now, even though Mary never told him what she was planning. Well, not
really planned, because it was a spur of the moment thing, after she
learned I'm bi."

    * * *

    Fred held out his hand. "Hello again, Danny. Mary told me that you
were following her directions last night. I still feel a bit awkward
about this, and the way I reacted. I didn't know anyone else could rub
my butt like that and I'd go horny female on them."

    Danny shook Fred's hand and smiled. "Relax. I hope she's told you
that I went bi a few years after she got me to be comfortable with
myself, so I know quite a bit about how to turn some guys on. But
yeah, her instructions helped a lot. You surprised me. I figured you'd
be shocked or react some other way. Last thing I expected was you
jamming yourself into my crotch like that. Last seven years, it's been
Larisa who is always after my dick like she can't get enough of it."

    Fred blushed, then he let go and they studied each other for
awhile before he sighed. "Technically, I'm still a virgin."

    Danny sobered. "Mary hinted at that. I've been involved in several
threesomes, with married couples. My first time was... Scary, because
I'd never taken *anything* up my ass, and they worked me up to full
penetration in one night."

    "Must have hurt."

    "A little, and I was sore the next day. But it wasn't enough to
make me quit and stay het. It helped that I'd been fucking her husband
a few times a week for a almost a month and I knew how much he got
into being fucked while he was fucking her. But it still took them all
that time to ease me into it mentally, because Mary had done a pretty
thorough job of making me an active het."

    "Oh?"

    It was Danny's turn to blush. "It was in high school. I didn't
know what sexuality I was going to be, except I knew it wasn't going
to be likely to involve humans. I had several options, and I was
starting to get serious about exploring them, when she caught me and
decided to do something to help me out. By the time we graduated, I
was *very* het, and extremely popular at female slumber parties, when
they could sneak me in."

    Danny chuckled. "Gods... I haven't done any cross dressing since
then."

    Larisa interrupted them. "You used to cross dress?"

    "Yep. Forgot about doing it, and it was only a disguise the girls
helped with, to sneak me past the chaperones, who probably went along,
too, but they never said anything about it."

    She looked back and forth, at the two of them, and sighed. "I
thought *I* had a wild and kinky life as a teenager, but that... Never
mind. We can save my confidences for Mary's turn. I've done the lez
thing a few times, but never with a transgendered woman, that I know
of."

    The three of them glanced at Mary, who blushed. "You two are being
pretty... Blunt."

    Danny chuckled. "The four of us already know each other pretty
well, after all these years, so the only real problem we have, the way
I see it, is when and where, since we know it's going to happen."

    Mary nodded. "True. You comfortable with analingus? We've both
bathed while we waited, and Fred had an enema that's had plenty of
time to drain."

    Danny's eyebrows went up before he nodded. "Thanks. Foreplay?"

    "Yes. I always avoid doing anything with his penis, to help him
forget his body is really male."

    "I think I can do that. Not sure though, since all my experience
has been with bi men who wanted their prick and balls worked."

    He turned back. "Fred?"

    Fred sighed. "I don't know what I want, other than to feel what
it's like to get fucked with a real penis."

    "Mary said something about that last night, and said enough to
make me think she was going to work you over like usual, then all I
was going to do was take her place during the fucking. Once I finish I
could spoon and hold you during the afterglow."

    "No. I want it to be all you, just do your best to treat my
asshole like you would... Larisa's cunt. Any of the rest... Treat me
like you do her. Please?"

    There was an awkward silence until Larisa spoke calmly. "I guess
that means I should treat Mary like I do Danny? Been a long time, but
I think I can remember how to suck on a strapon like it's a real
prick."

    She giggled. "At least Danny's breasts are almost as sensitive as
a woman's, so I won't have problems with *that* part of turning Mary
on."

    Danny laughed and eventually Mary and Fred joined him. After he
got himself under control he seemed to shake himself out of a mood of
some sort, then he looked at Fred.

    "I feel a little silly asking this, but I've read about
transgendered and transsexual people, as part of understanding my
bisexuality. Wanted to be sure I knew where my own head was at before
I started tossing the fancy terms around."

    "Ok. Can't be any sillier than the way I feel, standing in front
of a man and woman I've always thought of as adamantly het, and folks
I had to hide from, even though Mary did tell me a little bit about
how wild you were after she got done with you."

    "Yeah. Well, I stumbled into my first threesome that involved the
gay stuff, and was a litle uneasy the first time the guy fondled me
and jacked me off. I was actually sorta embarrassed that he'd made me
orgasm in spite of how nervous I was. They worked me past it, and to
tell the truth, after that, once we were in a pile, it was easy to
lose track of who the hands were attached to."

    "Ask."

    "Uhh... Yeah. Do you folks have different names you use, when
you're being yourselves in private?"

    Fred blushed again. "We do. Mary is 'Mark'. I'm... Uhhh..."

    His posture shifted subtly and he held out his hand shyly. "I
think you're kinda cute, Danny. My name is Fawn. I really liked the
way you fondled my ass. Can we do it again?"

    Danny ignored the hand and pulled 'Fawn' into a hug before he let
his hands slide down 'her' back until he was gently fondling her butt
and pressing his fingers into her ass crack, even though she had pants
on.

    "Fawn, I was hoping you'd let me do it again, when I was sober and
could do it right."

    Then he deliberately kissed her on the lips.

    They held the pose for a long time, then Fawn suddenly slumped
into Danny. "Mmm... Can you teach Mark how to do that?"

    "I'll do my best, Honey, and if I can't do it, Larisa probably
can. I owe Mark a lot more than I can ever fully repay, and he knows
it. Only fair to help out, considering."

    "You're making me giddy and silly. Thanks for treating me like a
woman."

    "Mark told me you are, and I believe him There's more to being a
woman than having a cunt."

    "Maybe. You can't know what it means, to have a real man treat me
like he does his usual lover. Mark told me about some of what you did
with each other when you were teens. He's tried, and does pretty good,
but the real thing is... More intense for me."

    Then she giggled. "I was worried and nervous about letting someone
else fuck me, at first, but I'm not, now."

    She pulled away and grabbed Danny's hand before she turned and
tugged him towards her bedroom. "Come on. Sooner we get started, the
longer I get to feel this euphoric."

    Larisa and 'Mark', watched them leave, then they turned back and
studied each other.

    Larisa was the one to giggle first. "Mark, is it? Well, for seven
years, Danny's been monogamous, and so have I, in spite of the way we
used to be. I'm already feeling ready, so it's up to you, now."

    "That display of rut turned you on?"

    Larisa giggled and gestured at Mark's crotch, where a bulge was
clearly visible, in spite of the fact Mark had a dress on. "Seems to
have worked for you, too."

    Mark blushed, then decided to speak calmly. "I'm a guy. That's
means it's unusual for me to not be ready for sex, especially if the
woman is willing."

    Then he sighed and broke the mood they were building. "Thanks,
Larisa. This means a lot to both of us, and I'm amazed at how quickly
the two of you have accepted us in our true gender roles."

    "Danny sorted my head out on the way here. I've always thought...
Fred was a jerk, and figured Danny had better taste when he decided to
pick on a guy, so what he did last night shocked me a hell of a lot.
Now that I know what I'm really seeing, I have to agree with Danny's
assesment, that 'Fawn' is only confused, and Fred is a poorly done
act. You're a much better actress, which I assume is because you were
female het for a pretty long time, until something made you realize
you were still het, but your mindset is male instead of female."

    Mark smiled and held out his hand. "Sounds like you read a lot,
too."

    Larisa blushed as she took it and placed it against her cheek.
"It's more that I pay attention to what my man says when he's trying
to describe his beliefs and opinions about his own sexuality and
gender identity. But, yes, I did do a lot of reading on the net,
shortly after he confessed to being bi."

    Then she giggled. "We even have a double ended strapon I can use
when he decides he needs to be fucked real good and hard."

    Mark laughed, then gestured. "I'm afraid my plumbing is all
external, this time. I didn't want the female stuff distracting me
from learning what I should know, to be a better man."

    Larisa's head went sideways a little, then she obviously stopped
herself from voicing her first response.

    Instead, she let go and knelt in front of Mark, then reached to
fondle his penis through his clothing.

    "I wish you *could* feel what I'm doing, because I just realized
that you're a virgin, aren't you? And I also wish...

    "I also wish you could feel it all, because that first time is
very, very special for a guy. I think it's more emotional for him,
than it is a woman, because he's got a lot more to worry about. A
woman can pretty much let it happen, but a guy has his erection to
worry about, too, and that's definitely more emotionally sustained
than it is physically sustained."

    Mark sighed. "I think I understand that. You're saying a woman can
start and stop, then start whenever she wants to without worrying
about having a certain mood. A man can't do that. Once we wilt, the
delay is inevitable until we're back in the mood."

    "Exactly. I had a problem figuring that out, because everyone
always says it's the other way, because guys are 'always in the mood'.
They aren't, and I learned that the hard way, before I graduated from
high school."

    She stood and hugged Mark. "You know how to please yourself, Mark,
and you know a lot about what turns Fawn on, by now. Use that
knowledge to explore me. Nothing will be silly, really. Embarrassing
sometimes, but that's why I'm here, isn't it? To help you learn what
you don't know, or never dared to ask anyone else?"

    Mark ducked his head. "You're right. In spite of everything that's
happened to me over the years, I'm still a virgin with women. When I
was growing up with Danny, I let what others thought I should be,
define who I was. Sometimes I wanted to explore, but... I never did
because of all the pressure to be who I wasn't. I didn't think of it
that way, of course. It wasn't until Fawn and I met, that we both
realized we'd been living lies. It was strange, how we both wanted to
experiment with swapping roles, and it scared us both, at first,
before we understood how easy it was to do, because we weren't role
swapping, we were being ourselves, finally."

    He shivered and hugged Larisa tightly, then started crying on her
shoulder.

    "It's so hard, now, to put on something like this dress and the
undergarmets, then pretend I'm a woman. We did it this time, for you
and Danny, but we didn't really need to, did we? We've never needed
to, and I should have realized Danny, at least, would have seen me the
way I want to be seen, just like he accepted Fawn."

    Larisa held her, and spoke gently. "It's ok, Mark, Honey. Men cry,
too, especially the best ones. Danny and I will be there for you, just
like we always have been. That won't change."

    "Thank you, Larisa. This is the first time we've admitted the
truth, and I was scared, even though I'd already admitted it to Danny,
last night. We've read so many horror stories..."

    Larisa pulled away gently, then stripped and stepped back to start
stripping Mark. Just before she exposed Mark's penis, she looked up
and smiled. "To paraphrase Danny, there's more to being a man, than
having a penis. It's time a woman proved it to you." 
======
   
    The Pitchfork
    Chapter 02
    Danny and Fawn
    -----

    Fawn led Danny through a door and into a frilly bedroom, that had
a pink theme.

    "Mine."

    Then she giggled. "Mark's is a lot diffferent, and the master
bedroom is sort of a neutral mix, I guess. We had the space, and don't
want kids, so we decided to redecorate a room for each of us, that we
can call our own."

    Danny took the time to look around before he said anything. Then,
he chuckled. "Very feminine and tasteful. I bet Larisa would feel at
home in it."

    "Thanks. I did it all myself, and this version has been my
favorite."

    "You're welcome."

    Then Danny reached and stroked Fawn's face before he let his
fingers drift through her hair and down one side of her neck.

    Fawn shivered and watched him intently, without saying anything.

    Danny smiled. "Relax. I was originally interested in you for
another reason, before I knew the truth. That reason isn't very
important, now, so I'll forget about it, and love the person you are
inside, ok?"

    "Love me? You're serious? Mark has always said..."

    She hesitated, then plunged on. "Mak has always told me that when
you were younger, if it was female and had a willing hole, you'd fuck
her. Love seems so sudden, even though we've known each other for
years."

    Danny blushed, then sighed. "That was a long time ago, Fawn, and
I've changed a lot since Mark and I had a sexual relationship. In some
ways, those changes have probably affected my life as much as yours
have changed your life."

    "Really?"

    "Yes, really. But, before we get too distracted, there's something
I have to ask, and I hope you can fogive me for making it an issue at
all."

    "Go ahead, Danny."

    "Thanks. Will I need to use protection? If you don't have anything
available, I have a couple boxes of condoms in the van. Larisa and I
tend to be impulsive, and while we don't usually worry about using
them, there are times when she can't afford to be oozing semen, so
they are there for those times."

    Fawn managed a blush. "Have you and Larisa been monogamous?"

    "Ever since we met, seven years ago. We both look, talk, dream and
make ribald comments to each other, but we've never acted on those
desires. This is the first time we've gone to someone else for any
sex, and we really did talk it over, in our way, before she said yes,
for both of us."

    Fawn nodded slightly. "You've never given me a reason to distrust
you. I want to feel it all, so you won't need any protection, since I
can't get pregnant, no matter how much I want to."

    Danny smiled at the oblique reference to her body. "Money spent
wisely, could change that, these days, or so I've understood from some
things I've read in the past."

    "I know. We can't afford it, and we really do enjoy the bodies we
were born with."

    "Good enough for me. Only one more question, for now. Since I
can't get it up unless I care deeply, these days, in spite of how
often Larisa and I rut with each other, all I want to know is 'gentle
and caring' for the first time, or 'lustful and fast', with very
little foreplay?"

    "Umm... Now that I'm facing it, I have to confess something before
we do anything like that. I'm still a virgin in both ways. I never..."

    "Hush. I understand. You'll still be a virgin, in the way that's
most important to you physically, but the other way... I'll be gentle
unless you decide you want it harder."

    Fawn hugged him. "I don't know which way would be best for me, so
thank you for helping, by deciding for me."

    "You're welcome, Fawn."

    They kissed, and Danny moved his hand between them, and started
unbuttoning Fawn's shirt. After he had it open he loosened her pants
and helped them fall around her ankles.

    After that he tenderly kissed each nipple, then ran his tongue
over her chest before he worked his way down to just above her pubic
area.

    At that point he stopped, and then helped her step out of her
clothes before he removed her shoes and socks.

    Once everything was out of their way, he turned her in place and
lifted her shirt so he could kiss each of her buttocks before he moved
to her ass crack.

    A light touch to the insides of her thighs asked her to spread her
legs and once they were far enough apart, he used his tongue to lave
her tenderly, before he stood up and moved to face her again.

    He leaned forward, kissed her lips lightly, then pulled away and
smiled. "Your turn, if you want to. Do whatever you feel like doing."

    "May I ask questions? Maybe some silly ones that I should have
known the answers to, by now?"

    "Ask away, Fawn. Larisa and I still ask each other 'silly
questions', because we know we change over time, and it's better to
know, than guess and be wrong."

    "What about exploring your body?"

    "Anything, so long as you don't try to deliberately cause me pain.
Accidental pain, I'll forgive in advance, ok? There's nothing unusual
about seeking limits, yours or another's."

    "You're very... Is 'mature' the word I should use to describe how
you are dealing with this?"

    Danny chuckled and hugged her again. "Maybe. I call it
experienced, becaue I didn't turn monogamous until I met Larisa. I was
very wild when I was a teenager, maybe more wild than Mark knew. Then,
later, after I discovered I was really bisexual, I did even more
exploring. By the time I met Larisa, I had a pretty good idea of what
I enjoy, what I can tolerate from someone I care for, and what I will
do seldomly, under special conditions, or not at all."

    Fawn was smiling by the time he finished. "Mark and I have learned
a lot about ourselves and each other, of course. He was my first
lover, and you're my second one."

    Danny stiffened, and Fawn noticed. "Something wrong?"

    "Not wrong. Only that I now know I need to relax a little more, so
you can learn more about yourself, and as long as you aren't into
bondage and that stuff, I won't have any problems if you ask me to do
something I don't usually do.

    "And, to be honest about my sexual activities, I have to admit
that sometimes, when we're really into our fucking, a sudden touch of
pain can excite me more, as long as it isn't kept up for very long.
Only way we can figure out if it will be true for us, is to experiment
someday, if you want to."

    "I... I'm not ready for that. I don't think I ever will be. I like
my sex hard, sometimes, but usually I'd rather it be tender."

    "I'll do my best, and that best is to let you set the pace, and
tell me what you want to do, for now. Do what pleases you."

    "If I want to give you pleasure?"

    Danny laughed. "Like I said, explore. As Larisa would tell you,
while most likely adding the details, I'm easy to turn on."

    "She'd do that? I could take her someplace private for some girl
talk?"

    "She enjoys telling tales, on both of us. She'd love it."

    "Hold still, Danny. I want to unwrap you."

    Her first action was to unbutton Dany's shirt and hold it while
the two of them worked it off.

    Before she did anything else, she ran her hands over his chest,
then wrapped her arms around him so their chests were together while
she explored his back.

    Eventually she changed her exploration to a hug and pressed her
pubic area against him, then she giggled. "I can feel your erection,
and it's... Nice to know I caused it already."

    Danny smiled and hugged back. "What you've been doing feels good."

    "Mmm. It feels good, to stand here like this. I like the feel of
your chest hair against me, and how warm you feel..."

    Danny waited her out, instead of pressing her to finish her
thought.

    Eventually she pullled back so she could watch his face. "Do you
mind if I make comparisions out loud?"

    "No."

    "Thanks."

    She rotated in his arms, then leaned against him and put her hands
on his. "Hold me tight. Protect me."

    Danny applied some pressure, then nuzzled her neck. "Like this?"

    "Uh! Yes! Ohhh..." She moaned from somewhere deep in her throat,
then she came out of it slightly.

    "I've dreamed of having this happen, of course, but the reality
is... Intense. I feel so... Lots of things. Protected. Loved. Totally
possessed, in a good way."

    "Doesn't Mark do this for you?"

    "Of course he does, but it's not the same. I can tell he's
straining to apply the strength it takes to make me feel this way.
You, on the other hand, are obviously holding back, and that changes
the experience in ways I never dreamed were possible. I've never felt
so feminine, and now that I know what it feels like, I think I'll be
able to help Mark find ways to make me feel this way when he holds me
tight."

    "Good."

    Suddenly Danny bent and whispered in Fawn's ear. "Relax, and trust
me. I'm going to fall on your bed and pull you with me, so you land on
top."

    "You are? I've always wanted to know what that feels like for
real. Mark and I do it, but he always lands on top so I don't crush
him."

    "I'll have to teach you how to control it better, so you can avoid
that fear, although, there are times when Larisa and I want that
dominance to be part of it."

    Fawn giggled. "Do it that way. Land on me like you own me. You
know what I mean, right?"

    "You'll trust me that much, already"

    She turned in his arms, stroked his face lightly, then kissed him.
"Of course I do, I'm glad it's you and Larisa for our first times."

    She blushed. "I guess it's time to confess that sometimes, after
Mark told me about what you'd done together, I fantasized about you
being the man who would treat me like a real woman. I might... React
like I dreamed about, because of those fantasies."

    Danny chuckled. "So, in your head, we've already made love?"

    "Uhh..."

    "Relax. I don't mind. I'm flattered. My senior year, word got
around and there were a lot of freshman and sophmore girls who
admitted they had fantasized about me, after their older friends had
told them, or they'd heard rumors about everything I'd been doing.
Sometimes I'd have strangers just walk up and hug me, then walk away.
All my 'steadys' thought it was funny, and I think they encouraged it
to happen, just to embarrass me, until I got used to it, then everyone
except the other guys ignored what was happening."

    "You sound like you were quite... Active, sexually."

    "I was. Always have been, except for the last seven years, I've
been so in love I haven't had a problem confining it to one woman."

    Before Fawn could say anything, Danny hugged her. "And that, Fawn,
makes you very special, and so is Mark. Larisa and I have talked about
having some adventures, but we never acted on them, and this one... It
was really just a whimsical game, when I started, but when Mark asked
me to get serious, It was hard to take the time to check with Larisa.
I owe Mark... For everything that's happened to me, because without
his intervention, none of it would have happened."

    Fawn kissed him back, and shifted so she could explore his chest
and work her way to his crotch. "I understand, because I owe him, too,
even if we didn't love each other so much. It started as a whimsical
game for us, too, but it all happened so easily that we quickly got to
where we hated to stop."

    She abruptly wrapped her arms around him and fell backwards. "Land
on me like you own me."

    Danny managed to get his arms out so he could control how fast his
weight landed on her, and when they stoppped moving, all of his weight
was settled on her and was pressing her into her bed.

    "Like this?"

    "Yes! Don't move!"

    Eventually Fawn shifted so she could grab his head and guide it so
their lips met, and she kissed him passionately.

    It was clear no more talking was needed, so Danny let himself
respond with the same gentle passion he used when Larisa needed it,
while making his avoidance of contact with her penis and testicles
seem as natural as possible, instead of deliberate

    Eventually Fawn gently pushed on Danny's chest. "I want to explore
you while you're on your back."

    Danny wrapped his arms around her, and rolled, carrying her with
him until she was lying on top. "Like this?"

    "Yes."

    Then she levered herself up until she was sitting on his legs.
After she got comfortable, she explored his chest with her hands and
fingers.

    When light brushing strokes across his nipples, followed by gentle
tweaks, caused him to moan, she giggled and spent several minutes
working him, until she grinned at him and finally moved her hands to
his penis, which she simply held for awhile, then moved it so she
could study it from all angles.

    When she tired of that examination, she looked at his face and the
wonder in her eyes was obvious. "I've seen pictures, but it's like
I've never seen one before, and I never realized how... Alive they
are."

    Danny chuckled and placed a hand over hers. "You haven't seen one
before, not really. It was the same way for me, during the afterglow,
when I was relaxed enough to take the time to *see* his penis, instead
of worrying about what happened when I did something."

    He went on wryly. "I have one, and even then, knew I knew how to
use it pretty effectively, so I was sort of arrogant about knowing all
about a penis. It took that first gay experience to get me to realize
they are all different, and all... Wonderful, and in a way, a very,
very special part of what being a man is all about, even though they
aren't really that essential to being a man."

    "That sounds like a contradiction."

    "It is, and it isn't. Being a man is mostly a cultural thing, and
defined, for the most part, by the society we live in. However, a
penis is a visible sign of what has gone on internally, to shape our
our bodies, and directly affect how others think of us."

    Fawn sighed. "Ok. I think I see what you're saying. Mark and I
think people use our bodies to lock us into someone else's concepts of
who we should be, then they quit trying to understand us. I don't know
if you and Larisa will ever really understand how rare the two of you
are, to be able to accept us so easily. We don't have any personal
experience, of course, but we've been active members of a couple of
online support groups for several years, and once or twice a year a
fanatic will get past the screening long enough to make a few posts in
the unmoderated areas."

    Danny sighed. "Happens in the bi support forums, too. Some folks
go out of their way to let you know you aren't following their belief
system. All you can do is get used to it."

    Fawn sighed. "It... Caused us a lot of problems at first. Mark
even wanted to quit, but I convinced him to keep his memberships
active, just in case. Support for him has been hard to find, unless he
wants to get the operation, and we decided that path wasn't right for
either of us."

    Danny touched her thighs lightly, then stroked them. "It's going
to be hard to fall back into treating you the way your bodies say you
should be treated."

    "Oh? I thought it would be easy, something you could turn on and
off."

    Danny was silent for a long time, then he reached and brought one
of Fawn's hands to his lips and kissed her fingertips before he spoke
somewhat regretfully.

    "Once I turned bi, I had plenty of time to learn the differences
in the ways men and women touch a man they are sexually involved with.
Your touches are a mix, of course, but I suspect that's due to your
limited experience. I think a real het man wouldn't notice those
differences if he were blindfolded.

    "That, Fawn, is what's going to make it hard for me to turn my
reactions off. Your actions have been so 'female', that's what I
*feel* you are, even when I'm looking at your body, and know that part
of you... Is something you wear because you have to, even though you
say you are comfortable wearing it."

    Fawn ducked her head and sighed. "Thank you for that acceptance,
and your... Tactful honesty. I know that what I do is hide from my
physical form. I have to, at times like this. Mark and I tried all the
options during the early years, and doing things the way we do them
now, makes it the easiest to be who we are, outwardly as well as
inwardly.

    "Sometimes... Yes, I've wondered what it would be like to lie with
a woman as a man and fuck her, but those have only been masturbation
fantasies, and I seldom have them, now. It's better this way, because
I'll never really know what experiences I've missed out on, so the
regrets, when they happen, are less intense, and more easily set
aside."

    She finally raised her head and smiled. "And you, Danny, are so
intensely male and accepting of me as a female, that unless were are
talking like this, I forget about the body I wear, and feel like I
really do have the body I should have. Already, I have to force down
the fantasy I used to have, of being able to be a 'real' woman,
physically"

    "Thank you, Fawn. I hope... I hope what we're doing isn't going to
add to the self confusion that makes you seem like..." He smiled and
squeezed her hand gently. "Such a jerk when you have to act like you
are a man."

    Fawn blushed. "I know it's a lot to ask for, but now that you and
Larisa know the truth, will you help me so I can do a better job of
acting, by telling me when you think I'm doing something wrong?"

    "I will, and I'm pretty sure she will help, too. Once she commits
to something, she sees it through. That's just one of the reasons I
love her."

    Fawn giggled. "Sees it through? LIke letting Mark fuck her so he
can learn more ways to sexually satisfy a woman?"

    Danny laughed. "Yes."

    "Thank you."

    She pulled her hand free, then shifted so she could get a closer
look at Danny's crotch.

    "Your pubic hair seems shorter than it should be."

    "It is. A few times a year, we take turns shaving it all off,
including what's around our ass. It changes the way things feel,
physically, and that affects our emotions quite a bit."

    "We shave all of mine, except for what's around my asshole. One of
the ways we help me forget, and to make it seems more real for Mark.
We made that decision after we knew we were going to stay this way for
the rest of our lives. I vaguely remember thinking things felt
diffferent."

    She sighed. "I guess that's like saying we shave me for the
sensations and emotions, but the reasons are different than the ones
most people use."

    Fawn cupped his balls gently. "Do you know alive these are, and
how real it makes this for me?"

    "I can't, Fawn. I cannot know that the same way you do. I know
about how handling a man's balls makes it a real experience, yes. And
I do enjoy sucking them into my mouth, and all the other things that
can be done with them."

    "Did you know there are dildos made with loose scrotums and fake
testicles? They even feel very similar to a man's. But, they don't...
Feel alive. They are cold, lifeless things. I've imagined them being
alive, of course, and thought I had done well. But now..."

    She sighed and moved to nuzzle him, and then carefully taste him
before she pulled his scrotum into her mouth, where she gently
explored his balls with her tongue. Eventually she let them escape, to
hang again.

    "For the first time, I understand how different it is to see and
feel a man's body from the outside. Thank you, Danny for gifting me
with the chance to learn a woman's knowledge of what it is like to lie
with a man."

    "You're welcome, Fawn. As strange as it sounds, I know more of a
woman's fears than Mark might have hinted at."

    "Oh?"

    "Yes. Those slumber parties I mentioned? Quite often, after the
chaperones had quietly taken their leave, they turned into defloration
parties. I literally do not know how many virgins I deflowered. At
first, I counted, of course, but after twenty or so, I realized I was
doing them a great diservice by thinking of them as a number. Instead,
I focused on being a lover. I was always gentle and careful of their
fears, of course, but when I quit counting, I really did see them as
people, and the change was remarked on by many of them, and the demand
for my 'deforation service' became even greater than it had been. I
honestly think that was the reason the chaperones said nothing, when I
was taken to a slumber party."

    "Better a young man experienced in the ways of virgins? Virgins
who trusted him because their friends trusted him?"

    "Yes."

    "It sounds like a young man's fantasy come true."

    "It was, at first, of course, and that was how I, and they,
treated the experience, to make it easier for us."

    "But, somewhere in there, I grew up and realized that I was doing
somthing that would affect the girl immediately, and help define a
very essential part of the woman she was becoming."

    "The experience became a nightmare for a few weeks, because of my
recognition of the great responsibility I had."

    "But you kept doing it, anyway? Is this a nightmare for you? I
have the impression it isn't. You mentioned love, but now you hint
there is an element of duty involved. Soothe my fears, Danny, now that
you've awakened them."

    "All women and men fear first times, in some way."

    "I can accept that."

    "Good. You know how to fuck. You also know how to love. That love,
shared, is what led to this, right?"

    "Yes. I want to make the experience as real as I can for Mark."

    "So, you are here, with me. Wouldn't you say that doing this is a
duty? A duty you choose to take on, because you love Mark and want the
best for him?"

    "Ohhh... I see it!"

    She worked her way up his body and kissed him deeply before she
pulled away and turned on his body. then she placed his penis between
her buttocks.

    "You avoided direct contact with my asshole when you explored. You
must have noticed."

    "I did, and recognized the non drying lubricant from its odor."

    "I'm ready. Now, like this. Gently, but once you start, implacable
until I have all of you, then roll us until you are on top, and I
cannot doubt your love for me, the me the world will never see. I want
to feel your sexual hunger for Fawn in a way that leaves no doubts."

    "You hold the key to our shared purpose. I am blind. Start it,
then I will finish inserting it, and turn it."

    "Yes!"

    Fawn shifted slightly, until his tip found the funnel of her
entrance, than she let go and shivered briefly.

    "Already, I can feel your heat, and it is like nothing I have ever
felt, before, Push slightly, just a little, then wait. I want to savor
this because it will never happen again."

    Danny's hips flexed almost imperceptably, but it was obvious the
movement was enough to do what it was supposed to do.

    Fawn moaned from a place deep within, that she had never known was
there. "Stop! Ohmygod! It feels soooo GOOD!"

    She started panting heavily, and her chest expanded as she seemed
to suck in air until she might explode.

    She froze, then all the air escaped in a rush. "Oh! Danny! Can you
tease me without going deeper? Just enough to let me feel the loss,
then back without penetration?"

    "Like I was teasing you open, to let you get used to me?"

    "A little. I don't want to be opened, yet."

    "I'll try."

    His buttocks relaxed slightly, which was just enough to pull him
out without withdrawing enough that he fell free.

    Fawn moaned, and there was a sense of great loss in it.

    Danny's tightened his muscles slowly, eased himself back, then he
paused and waited briefly before he repeated the process until Fawn
gasped, recovered, and spoke in a whisper.

    "Now. Slowly. Inevitably. Take me. Don't stop, until our bodies
admit you can go no deeper. Make me a real woman."

    Danny kissed her neck before his lips found her ear. "I love you,
Fawn. I love you as deeply as any man ever loved a woman."

    Then he bent his knees, braced...

    And slowly buried himself in her.

    Fawn shuddered and her sphincter clenched, but Danny's implacable
penetration never paused.

    When he could go no further, his hands wrapped around her waist,
and he steadily pulled them together until he'd gained that last
fraction of an inch that told Fawn's body he was a man, and she was
most definitely, a woman.

    Fawn shivered again, then seemed to slump as she went limp. "I...
I..."

    She inhaled deeply and let it out. "I never... Never dreamed I
could orgasm like that. It just went on, and on and...

    "Ohhh... Thank you. I feel..." She fell silent.

    "Complete, for the first time on your life?"

    "Exactly. How did you know the right way to say it? Thank you."

    "You're welcome, Fawn. I'm bi, remember? It wasn't during the
first time, but after I was fully accepting of my bisexuality, it
happened."

    "Fuck me, Danny. If you can, do it slow, but don't stop until you
orgasm."

    "Am I allowed multiple orgasms without waiting?"

    "You can do that?!"

    "With your help."

    "Yes! How?!"

    "Clench as hard as you can when you feel me orgasm, and do your
best to maintain that clench until I start moving again. Once I start
slowly fucking you again, work me in any way you want to."

    "How will I know when you start your orgasm?"

    "I'll be acting like I want to see my dick come out your mouth."

    "Will it be painful for rme?"

    "Probably about the same as when Mark is fucking you, and he
orgasms. I'll only steady us with my hands, and not jerk us together."

    "But you could lose control?"

    "Yes. The worst I've ever done to Larisa is leave finger bruises
around her waist, in this position."

    "I can live with bruises. Mark has lost control many times over
the years, and never bruised me. Take me hard, completely. I want to
know a man's strength, at least once. And..."

    "And?"

    "I want to feel a man's lust as it takes over his body and mind."

    "I though you said you didn't want pain."

    "Does Larisa find the experience painful? Do you, when you lose
control?"

    Danny chuckled into her ear. "More correctly, you should have
asked me: 'Did I, when I was taken as a woman?' The answer, of course,
is no, and he was much stronger than I am. There was only pleasure."

    Danny slowly withdrew until he was lodged just inside Fawn. "At
some point, orgasms being the selfish things they are, I will ignore
any pleas that I stop."

    Fawn drove herself onto his penis. "Can you do it slowly and
surely, until your body takes over?"

    "Of course."

    "Then fuck me!"

    Danny hugged her, then rolled them so he was on top. "I have
better control of my own actions, this way."

    "Just do it, goddamnit! *I* need to be fucked by a man who loves
me, as much as I suddenly love him for his concern."

    Danny laughed at her vehemence. "By the time this is over, you
will be well and truly fucked, Fawn."

    He shut up, and started using full strokes that were slow, and
gentle looking, until the bouncing of the bed made it obvious he was
putting some real power into his efforts after he braced so only his
hips were applying pressure as he firmly drove home.

    It was raw fucking, of the kind a man is capable of when he seeks
only his own release, yet he cares deeply for his partner.

    Fawn started moaning and writhing after a few strokes, and quickly
found a rhytmn that worked him as she'd never worked her husband.

    She was... Body, not mind, and her responses were automatic,
without any thought behind them other than her own desire to feel
everything she could.

    Danny's peak came suddenly, and it was preceeded by a thrust that
stopped Fawn's drive into his crotch and drove her mercilessly into
the bed.

    Another withdrawal that left her motionless body on the bed, a
pause that almost wasn't one, and all of his weight drove him as
deeply as he could go, when he relaxed his arms.

    Fawn grunted as the air left her lungs, then she shuddered as she
orgasmed.

    Instructions forgotten, she forgot to clench and just relaxed even
more, in a desire to have him invade her depths. Had his body been
able to follow his prick, she would have accepted the intrusion
eagerly, and begged for more.

    Danny recovered fairly quickly from the blankness of his orgasm,
and when he realized Fawn wasn't responding, he managed to change his
thinking and begin a gentle stroking that massaged her passage gently.

    Somehow, he managed to keep his erection, and when he was fully
erect again he slowed to a stop. "Fawn?"

    "Mmm..."

    "How are you feeling? Should I continue?"

    "I didn't pass out, quite. Keep going. I think I can have another
orgasm fairly soon."

    Danny managed to chuckle. "Fuck you until you're unconscious, or I
can't do anything with my prick?"

    "If your prick quits before I do, find a way to keep going until I
pass out, ok?"

    "I can do that. The question is, should I?"

    "Do you fuck Larisa until she passes out, sometimes?"

    "Of course."

    "Well?"

    "Point, Love. For you, because you need it that way, this time.
Right?"

    "Thank you."

    "You'll probably be sore when it's over."

    "So?"

    "Another point."

    Danny moved his hips slightly, to test his erection, and then,
once he knew it was usable, he put himself on automatic, and started
fucking Fawn with the deep, sure strokes that he used when Larisa
needed all of him, until her body, not her mind, said 'Enough.'

    A timeless time later, Fawn's sphincter spasmed violently, as her
own hips drove her into the bed.

    Danny felt it happen, and did nothing, other than start adding a
little more power to his strokes, without seeking to do things that
would hasten the arrival of his orgasm.

    He felt her muscles clench and release spasmodically, then,
suddenly, Fawn went limp and all her resistance to his movements
vanished.

    He slowed to a halt, caught his breath, then wrapped his hands
around her waist and rolled them both on their sides, while managing
to keep his penis firmly planted in her asshole.

    Then, he nuzzled her neck while he waited for her to recover.

    "Ooohhh. I ache all over."

    "A good ache?"

    "Mostly. I feel like I should be bleeding."

    "Want me to check?"

    "Please. I can tell you're limp, but be extra gentle, anyway. I
feel pretty tender."

    "How's this?"

    "Stop. Too much pain. I'll tell you when I'm ready again."

    "Ok. How are you feeling, otherwise?"

    "Incredibly satiated. I've orgasmed from being fucked, but it was
never that intense."

    "You're a damn brave person, Fawn. I could never let myself be
fucked into unconsciousness like that."

    "Get a better lube, and try it. You'll never be the same. Has to
be a real prick that does it, though."

    "Maybe. Larisa and I have fucked her unconscious with just a
dildo, my mouth, and my fingers."

    "Not the same. Not really. Sure, maybe she's unconscious when it's
over, but I guarantee how she felt while getting there wasn't as
satisfying, emotionally. I feel something real deep that responded,
just before I passed out, and it said it was right, and had to happen
the way it did. Never felt that before."

    "She's never mentioned that."

    "Maybe she takes it for granted, because..."

    "Yeah. I see where you're headed. I think, when we're ready to go
back out there, and they get done with whatever they decide to do,
we're going to be doing a lot of girl and guy talk as a foursome.
Don't be afraid to ask seemingly obvious questions, because you just
made me realize there's a hell of a lot Larisa and I take for granted,
about being a man and a woman. We'll need your and Mark's questions to
help us find those blind spots."

    Fawn suddenly giggled tiredly.

    "What was that for?"

    "I was right, mostly, when I called you adamantly het. You're an
experienced bi, and now that it's happened, I realize that's exactly
the type of man I needed for my first time."

    "Really?"

    "Yes. You didn't hesitate to fuck me. I think a het man would have
hesitated, right?"

    "You're right. I don't remember how it was before I was
comfortable fucking another guy, but I do remember I was usually
hesitant the first few times with each new one. Sounds strange, now,
but really, it took me getting ass fucked several times before I was
able to really understand that a guy's asshole is actually as rugged
as a woman's."

    "An asshole is an asshole, isn't it?"

    "You've never done anything with Mark?"

    "Some fingering, but nothing serious, even though she was willing
to let me do it all, early in our relationship."

    "Scared?"

    "I think I was, a little. But mostly, I remember thinking fucking
her wasn't the right thing for me to do. Wasn't a religious thing,
either."

    "Cultural?"

    "Maybe, but I don't think so. No... If I'm not putting things in
that weren't there, it was more like a sense of fairness. I wanted to
know what it felt like to be fucked, before I fucked her."

    "Don't do anything to someone else, that you haven't done
yourself?"

    "I think so, yes. Plus..."

    "Plus what?"

    "Can I be honest and you won't tell her this?"

    "Yes."

    "Thanks. I get off on making Mark orgasm, but the thought of using
my penis feels too impersonal. I never wanted to fuck her to get her
off, and even though I masturbated a lot, my fantasies were always
sorta vague about who I was doing it with. Mark is too real a person
to me, and I just... Couldn't get it up or stay interested when I
thought about fucking her like that. Thinking about using my hands and
tongue and mouth... Would you believe I orgasm while I'm making her
happy?"

    "I've heard of guys that could have orgasms without being touched.
Women, too. Wet dreams, anyway Makes sense it could happen
consciously."

    "Anyway, we pretended she was a man, and I was a woman, and she
did things to me that she did to herself, as much as she could, while
deliberately ignoring my penis, and... When it was over, we both
cuddled and admitted to each other it had turned into something more
than her trying to show me what sex for a woman was like, and that
she'd felt... Something in her that sorta said it was right for her,
too, and in a way, it scared her, because she could only think of one
word that felt right when she tried to describe it."

    "Can I guess?"

    "Probably. She freaked me when she said it, because I always
thought it took time before you *knew*. Love. And once she got it in
the open, I knew, too, and it was weird, because after a few weeks of
talking about it and sorta probing at it to see if it was real, we
were sharing the afterglow after she'd got me off, and I'd made her
orgasm, that we figurered out we really did love each other, but I
loved her as a woman loves a man, and she loved me like a man does a
woman, as best we could, with these bodies ."

    "So you got married."

    "Yep. Got dressed, went to Vegas, got married, then hit one of the
sex shops and went shopping before we spent the next two days learning
how to fuck each other as the people we are, not the people our bodies
say we should be."

    Fawn pressed backwards. "And now, you can try withdrawing so you
can check me for damage."

    "I'm almost out anyway...."

    "Uh!"

    "You ok?"

    "Yes. Feel pretty raw. Not as bad as on our honeymoon, and it's a
different raw feeling anyway. How do I look? If you think I need it,
there's a tube of cream in the drawer that will help numb the pain."

    "Pretty red., but no bleeding, and no blood on my prick. You'll be
ok, eventually. I'd better get the cream, since you have it handy."

    "No. I changed my mind, since I'm not bleeding. Don't use it. Just
recuddle and hold me."

    "I thought you didn't like pain."

    "I don't. It's not too bad, and it wasn't deliberate. I want it to
go away naturally. Wouldn't be right to make it vanish as if it was
just an inconvenience. Means a lot to me, that I feel it, and I want
to savor the evidence that you really do see me as a woman."

    "First time thing?"

    "Yes."

    Danny suddenly chuckled. "Deflowered virgins. You're all alike,
once you're past the fear."

    Fawn giggled. "Thanks, Danny. That was exactly what I needed to
hear."

    She rolled until she was facing him after he resettled, then
kissed him tenderly. "I want to go to sleep in your arms."

    Danny got comfortable, then kissed her. "Makes two of us. I'm
exhausted."

    "Good! I'm too tired and sore to do anything, if you weren't!"
======

     The Pitchfork
    Chapter 03
    Larisa and Mark
    ------

    After she finished stripping Mark, Larisa stood and pressed
herself against him, and kissed his lips firmly before she pulled back
slightly.

    "Are you and Fawn into bondage or anything like that?"

    Mark shuddered. "No. The only pain we've caused each other was
accidental, while we were learning what each other enjoyed."

    "Good. I tried it with one partner, for awhile, but ultimately it
didn't do anything for me, and having to place that kind of trust in
him was hard to do. It was a long time ago, while I was pretty
inexperienced, but willing to explore new things. I did it more for
him, really, and eventually I decided I needed to be more than his
toy, so I left him.

    "It was a good decision, because some of his later partners have
told me he got pretty extreme over the years, and he has to have a
pain slut he can abuse before he can get it up."

    Mark shuddered. "That's frightening, to think someone needs to
hurt someone, or be hurt, before they can fuck."

    "Was for me, too, when I realized he was slowly pushing me further
and further past my original limits, without asking permission or
talking it over with me."

    Mark looked around the living room, then sighed. "I know it
doesn't really matter where we fuck, but I'd like the first time to be
in my bedroom, if you're ok with that."

    Larisa ran her hand over Mark's chest. "I want your first time to
be wherever you think it will be the best for you, because that will
make it good for me, too."

    Mark nodded slightly. "Thank you."

    Then he took her hand and walked down the hallway to the last
door. "My bedroom and den, for when I need my space. Fawn has her own
room, and we have the master bedroom. You're the first people to see
these rooms and know who really decorated them, and who they are
really for."

    He opened the door and gestured. "After you."

    Then he followed Larisa into the room and closed the door behind
them. "Well?"

    Larisa slowly turned in place, then walked over and settled on the
bed. "All these years, and when I had a glimpse of it, I always
thought nothing of it, just typically masculine."

    "Thanks. That means a lot."

    "Imagine so." Then she giggled. "I hope Danny's beng tactful about
Fawn's room. I always thought it was a bit too frilly for my tastes,
but not that unusual, when a woman gets a chance to indulge herself.
Reminds me of mine, when I was a teenager. Only thing missing is the
shelves with all the plushies."

    Mark laughed. "Fawn has other hobbies. She spent one year in an
interior decorating class, then decided she wasn't being taught what
she wanted to know, and started buying books that had what she
wanted.. She also learned how to sew, and has done the sewing required
for the all of the curtains and throws in the house."

    Larisa's eyebrows went up. "Are you saying she's the one who did
all the decorating?"

    "Everything except my room, and the garage. Those are my areas."

    "She's done a wonderful job. You must be proud of her."

    Mark smiled. "I am. She's been working part time as an interior
designer, and we think that in another couple of years, she'll be able
to start doing it full time."

    Then he laughed. "Quite a few people have been surprised to learn
she's het, and not gay or bi."

    "And neither of you has corrected that impression, have you?"

    Mark settled on the bed and sighed before he wrapped an arm around
Larisa. "No, because she *is* pure het. We decided at the beginning,
that we would be wasting our time and just confusing people if we
tried to live our public lives the same way we do our private ones."

    "Hasn't been easy, has it?"

    "Does it show that much?"

    "Yes. If it didn't stress you quite a bit, you wouldn't be willing
to unload on me with so much detail."

    "Really?"

    "More or less. Danny and I are used to being there for each other,
and we both have friends we vent to, of course, but it's a lot easier
for us, because we don't have a lot we need to hide when we vent.
Would it help if I make time to have some girl talks with Fawn?"

    "Would you? I do what I can, but I know she does need that from
someone."

    "I'll make the offer when we're all together, if that's ok with
you."

    "I want what's best for her. Of course it's ok with me."

    Suddenly he looked down at himself and laughed. "If we're not
expecting company, we keep the curtains drawn and we're nudists. I
thought I'd feel awkward around you at first, but I'm not."

    Larisa giggled. "I don't like making comparisions, but this is a
special case, so I will. I'm used to Danny carrying an erection when
he isn't limp from fucking me. You have an advantage with your
'priaprism', and I've always wondered what it would be like to be with
a man who can keep up with me and totally satisfy me, until I pass
out."

    Mark laughed and ran a hand over Larisa's tits lightly, then
slowly moved it to her pubic area, where he probed her with a finger.
"I get the message. If you'll lie back and spread your legs, I'll see
what I can do."

    Larisa giggled, then lay back on the bed and spread her legs.
"Better? Like the view?"

    Mark stood and faced her, then took so long to carefully study
her, that Larisa blushed.

    He laughed, but didn't say anything, just knelt and leaned forward
to spread her labia so he had a better view. "Are you always this
wet?"

    "Umm! Only when I know I'm about to get fucked."

    "I know Danny, or at least I used to. I'll take that as 'Yes,
you're always this wet'."

    Then he lightly brushed her clit and caused her to spasm slightly.

    "Oh! Don't stop!"

    Mark smiled, then got serious about exploring Larisa with his
fingers and tongue. 
======

    The Pitchfork
    Chapter Four
    ------

    Mark looked up from where he was settled on the couch with
Larisa's head in his lap. "Good evening, Love. How are you feeling?"

    "Satiated. Exhausted. Damn sore, but it's a good soreness. And one
more thing."

    "Oh? By the way, you're positively radiant."

    "Thanks, because that's part of how I feel. I don't just feel
feminine. I'm pretty sure I finally feel like a woman should."

    Danny chuckled and steadied her as they finished walking over to
the couch. "I can't tell you anything about the feeling being right,
but on the outside, I can tell you she looks like a little girl who
just lost her virginity and learned she's a woman."

    Mark studied the two of them, then nodded his head. "I've seen a
few, and you're right. Makes me wonder about your confidence."

    Larisa reached up to stroke Mark's face. "I can tell what you're
thinking. Life isn't fair sometimes. Takes a special kind of man to
put that look there. Not every deflowered virgin is lucky enough to
have that happen."

    "Special, Love?"

    Danny finished helping Fawn carefully settle in his lap, then he
wrapped her in a hug. "Larisa is being polite. What she really should
say, is 'experienced'."

    Mark smiled. "I would have gotten there eventually, I think.
But... You?"

    "Yeah. Guess they did manage to keep it secret. I didn't think
they would be able to."

    "Secret?"

    "Yeah. Wasn't trying to hide it from you, and I'm surprised you
must not know."

    "I know you deflowered a few girls, if that's what you're hinting
at."

    "It is. I quit counting somewhere around twenty."

    "You... Quit counting?!"

    "Yeah. Realized it wasn't right to think of them as numbers, and
when word got out I wasn't counting, the girls quit, too, and I got
busier. There was one whole month I got laid at least once every
night, and every time was with a virgin. Sometimes, on Fridays and
Saturdays, it was more. A lot more."

    "How?!"

    "Slumber parties, that weren't. They were defloration parties. The
experienced ones helped me cross dress, then they snuck me in. Didn't
you ever wonder about how popular 'Juliet' was, even though she wasn't
in our school?"

    "You were Juliet?!"

    "Yep."

    "What about the chaperones? They should have spotted you from your
voice."

    "Shy, and didn't speak above a whisper, if she spoke at all. I
think most of them knew, though, and let it happen."

    "A teenaged guy with a defloration fetish, and they let you in
anyway? That's absurd!"

    "Wasn't a fetish. I was doing exactly what you taught me to do. I
saw them as themselves, and loved them, instead of just fucking them.
They came to me. Sure, I enjoyed it, at first, but like I told Fawn,
it was about number twenty that I grew up and realized the
responsibilities I'd stumbled into, and I got... Responsible about it,
because I knew what I did was for the rest of their lives. Chaperones
must have seen it, because now that I think about it, it got easier,
as if they were tacitly telling me they knew, and were doing what they
could to take some of the pressure off, by doing little things to let
me know they wanted it to be me, and not a guy out to empty his nuts."

    Mark was silent for a long time while he idly stroked Larisa, then
he nodded. "Haven't thought about a lot of things in years, and now
they're starting to make sense. There was a bigger picture I missed at
the time."

    He studied Fawn intently, then smiled. "Should I get the camera?"

    "It was... Perfect, Honey. I wish the camera could capture
feelings."

    "I'll get it. Excuse me for a few minutes, Larisa."

    Larisa sat up. "Excused, Mark. This is all about the two of you,
so do what you need to, without apologizing."

    "More of that male stuff?"

    "A little. Circumstances like this, the man gets blanket
permission, just in case he forgets to be courteous, but he should be,
anyway."

    "Got it, Love. Thanks."

    Danny laughed. "Sounds like you made the same deal we did. Help
them perfect their public acts, too."

    "Mark's is pretty good, of course. Working on adding the little
personality quirks that let him show a bit more of the inside Mark.
Not enough to make Mary too masculine, just the kinds of things that
could be expected to change over time, to a married person."

    Fawn interrupted. "Are you saying I can actually add some feminine
stuff, if I do it slowly?"

    Danny chuckled. "If circumstances are right, you can unobtrusively
fondle Mark like you'd like to be fondled. After all, her body is
female, so people expect a husband in love to do that sort of thing."

    Her eyes went wide. "We never thought of it that way! Do to each
other, in pubic,what we want done to ourselves! Honey?! Did you hear
that?"

    Mark laughed. "I did, and I feel very, very stupid! Now, keep that
silly grin while I take some pictures, then I'll resettle and... Never
mind. I can see you're too comfortable to move. There will be other
times, and we can take some of me, then. Or they can take pictures of
us, together, like we've always wanted to do."

    "Not just comfortable, Honey. Too relaxed. By the time Danny
finished with me, I couldn't move. I asked him to fuck me until I
passed out, during our first time, and he did. Then, later, after we
woke up in each other's arms, we did... Whatever I wanted to try."

    "Good!."

    "Umm..." Fawn blushed. "Larisa?"

    "What is it?"

    "Thanks for sharing Danny, and I can see you've been good for
Mark."

    "You're welcome. Got some girl talk you want to share with me? I'm
willing, whenever you need me."

    "That's part of it, but this has to be in the open."

    "Some things are like that."

    "I'm in love again, with Danny. I don't want to keep him, but...
Is this it, or can we make it happen again when one of us needs one of
you?"

    Larisa bit her lower lip while she thought about it. "Danny?"

    "Same rules as when we started, this morning. I used the 'L' word
to Fawn, and meant it, but it's not the love of a married man. That, I
give to you."

    She nodded slowly, then studied Mark. "You spoke it to me. Which
of us owns your heart, which owns your body, right now?

    "You own my body, Fawn never quit owning my heart."

    "Did you see her when you made love to me?"

    "Sometimes, yes. I couldn't stop making comparisons, and you gave
me permission to make them."

    "Danny?"

    "It was all Fawn."

    "Good."

    She scooted over so she could hug Fawn without making her change
position. "We can make better arrangements later, after our emotions
settle and we've all had a couple days to start thinking with our
heads again, but after that, we're commited long term. Always your
friends, in bed, or out of it."

    "Would it be appropriate if I hug and kiss you for your kindness?"

    "Yes."

    "Don't move. I'll come to you. Steady me while I do this, Danny."

    "No problem. Try not to stretch anything."

    "Silly. I don't think that *could* be stretched any more. The rest
of me is fine."

    Larisa giggled. "Worked you over, did he?"

    "Vigorously!"

    "Good! He was supposed to!"

    "He didn't tell me that."

    "What you wanted, right?"

    "Yes!"

    "Then he didn't need to tell you, did he?"

    "Umm... No. You're right. I see it now. Love is rut that makes you
feel like a woman, isn't it?"

    "Has been for seven years, for me."

    "And you're not married yet?"

    "I was scared, and once he knew, he quit asking, and waited me
out."

    "Was?"

    "Girl talk, later. I want to be heard without having to actually
hear his 'I told you so!' "

    "Got it. You can let go and help me back up."

    "I thought the rest of you was fine?"

    "It is, but I'm still... Limp? Is that what you call it when you
feel so totally fucked, you can't make your muscles move you?"

    "Umm... Forgive me, but I can't think of a delicate way to ask..."

    "You just did. Never. It was all emotions and getting fucked by a
real penis that did it. I asked him to fuck me until I was
unconscious, just like he does for you. He did."

    "Good thing you're married already, and we've set the date, or I'd
worry about you trying to steal him, instead of sharing him."

    "Does knowing that change things?"

    "Only a little, Honey, and in a good way. Someday, I'd like to see
it happen."

    "Really?"

    "Yes, dear. Not only for me, but for Mark, too."

    "Oh! Yes! Danny?"

    He laughed and helped her resettle into his lap. "I can't do that
as often as I used to. Give me a few days."

    "Damnit!"

    "I promise it will happen as soon as we're *all* ready for it. Let
Mark get used to the idea slowly, ok?"

    "Was it a problem for you, today?"

    "No."

    "Larisa?"

    "No."

    "Mark, Honey?"

    "Yes, a little. I want what's best for us, but I worried for you,
a little."

    Larisa smiled. "No you didn't. You worried a lot, and let me know
you were, from the beginning."

    "Don't lie?"

    "Don't even shade the truth. Fawn doesn't deserve it. Some men
play that game, but this situation deserves clarity."

    "Situation dictates how I say it?"

    "Yes. No matter what signals you've developed over the years,
Danny and I don't know them, and you shouldn't make us guess. We
worried, too. A lot."

    "You both acted pretty confident."

    "We are. This isn't about us, it's about you folks. You can worry
about us later, as part of developing our relationships."

    Danny spoke up. "Don't change your priorities once you've set
them. Trust us to handle our own problems, and if we have some that
affect you folks, we'll get them in the open. Fawn needs what I'm
doing for her, we all know that.. But she's never lost sight of the
fact she's doing this to learn how to be better, for both of you..
That's the context she's kept it in, even at her most selfish."

    "She can be pretty selfish, when she's getting fucked."

    "Orgasms make a person like that."

    "True."

    Mark set the camera down, then walked over and knelt in front of
Fawn and Danny before he reached and gently stroked Fawn's cheek. "You
didn't care who it was, just felt like even if he'd managed to get his
whole body inside, it wouldn't have been enough?"

    Fawn blushed. "He told me to clench when he orgasmed, and I forgot
and did exactly the opposite."

    "Good. The best ones make your body trust them enough, that you
react that way."

    "Now that I know..."

    "Hush, Dear. Now that *we* know it can happen for you, we'll find
a way to make it happen that way for *us*, right?"

    "Yes!" 
======

End: The Pitchfork

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