Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2011 21:23:54 -0500
From: coltrane3525@gmail.com
Subject: Virtual Reality to My New Reality Part 9

Virtual Reality to My New Reality
Part 9
By Melissa Huntington

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Not a word passed between us until Mike pressed his penis into my ass and
my hand held his arm tight against my chest.  He whispered a good night and
I sighed my acknowledgement. Soon I felt his steady warm breath against my
neck as he slipped off to sleep. I wanted to join him in slumber but my
mind raced with thoughts about what had transpired, from the jarring fire
in Mike's eyes and the way he took total control of me, to his soft kiss
and his declaration of love.

I will never forget how I felt when he said those words.  I had used them
many times when I was still Mel Huntington, but they had never registered
so emotionally with me, not even when I professed my love for Susan.  Mike
loved me, and it filled my heart and soul with happiness.  I felt complete
with him and knew I'd be lost if he left me.

I thought back to the moment, just over a year ago, when I embarked on my
transformation into womanhood. Bill's hormone injections and Susan's
instructions made my transition so easy, and I welcomed every aspect of it.

I loved first the way the hormones altered my body, melting my muscle tone
into soft feminine curves.  As my body changed, I loved exploring my new
wardrobe options, the way soft silk blouses felt against my skin, the way
loose fitting skirts swished around me when I moved.  I loved that no
matter whether I wore tight, revealing clothes or business clothes, I
always wore lacy bras and panties, or garter and hose, a lacy slip or
camisole.

I loved my makeup lessons with Susan, and experimenting with different
colors for eye make up and lipstick, eventually becoming expert in making
myself beautiful.

I loved all of my new skincare regimens, my perfumes and my scented bubble
baths, getting pedicures and manicures, changing my nail polish on a whim
or giving myself a facial.

I loved developing my own sense of style by choosing the accessories I
liked, the necklaces and earrings and bracelets that accented an outfit
perfectly or just made me feel pretty.

With my hair having grown out, I love choosing how to wear it -- braided
or straight or with a wide curl.  I loved slipping the strands behind my
ear, or wearing it up with the ends falling forward.

I loved being treated as a lady, having doors held open for me, being asked
for my order first at a restaurant or bar.  And best of all I loved the
glances I got from men, from the short appraisals to the long leers and
everything in between.  Even when I didn't get a flirtatious smile, I loved
that men were taking notice of my womanly features.  The man who had no
game with women had become a self-confident flirtatious woman.

And I loved the way female hormones brought my emotions so close to the
surface.  I had been so emotionally repressed before; now I cried easily at
things important or trivial.  Just as I cried when my breasts finally
budded, and I had thrilled to Bill's powerful hands caressing them, I also
cried when I realized how incomplete my transition was.  After that night
with Bill, I felt so close, yet so far, from true womanhood.

I realized that to be complete, I had to have a gap between my legs without
the aid of engineering.  A woman has nothing between her legs but her
pathway to pleasure, and I knew I wouldn't fully become "Melissa" until I
could stand naked before a man in full womanly glory, no gaffe, no tucking,
no pretending, and no deceit.

I became desperate to complete my transition and I was again grateful to
Susan and Bill.  Bill forged his medical records to show that I had begun
to transition and had lived as a woman a full year before and was therefore
eligible for surgical transformation.  With the help of Bill's surgeon
friend I was being wheeled into surgery only a few weeks later.

Afterwards, when I had healed and the bandages were finally gone, I came
home and slipped out of my clothes and stood before the mirror.  I thought
back to the moment when, at Expectations, I approached the full length
mirror to see the body that was a creation of virtual technology.  But the
body I was about to see was real.  It was the new me.

I started at my now familiar soft, un-muscular shoulders and arms.  Then my
eyes fell on my breasts, which had grown quickly and were nearly a C-cup.
My nipples were broad and thick and so deliciously sensitive.  I brought my
arms together, pressing the girls together, my hands folded over my crotch.
It was time for the great unveiling.

I brought my hands apart and placed them on my hips as I marveled at what I
saw.  Finally, nothing hung between my legs. My hips spread out from my
waist but all that was visible was my newly trimmed landing strip.  I
slipped a finger from each hand into my mouth then moved them toward my
crotch, desperate to touch the new me.  Each slid along the crease where my
legs met my crotch, and then I slid them upward along my new lips.  My left
hand rose toward my breast, cupping it, as I slid my right index finger
down the center of my new sex, feeling the folds open as I explored my
slit.

Then I turned and took in the soft curve of my ass before slowly bending
over at the waist, looking between my legs into the mirror as my slit
became visible.  I loved seeing nothing between my legs but my pink opening
but I had to get a closer view.

I set a small vanity mirror on the bed and straddled it.  My eyes traveled
down my body, first taking in my breasts, my flat tummy, and then finally
my womanhood in all her glory.  My hands reached down and pulled my lips
apart, revealing my pink opening as well as my new clitoris.

I cried then, softly at first and then sobs caught in my throat as I was
overcome with the emotion of seeing what I wanted to see for so many years,
only now it was reality.  My new reality: I was a woman.

By the time I was fully healed and cleared by the surgeon, Susan and Bill
had left on a vacation.  I had wanted Bill to take my virginity because he
had been so instrumental in creating it.  But Susan said no.

"You're a woman now, and you want to get fucked.  So go out and find a man
who will fuck you.  It shouldn't take you long.  Have fun!"

I spent that day pampering myself with new makeup, outfit, lingerie and a
bubble bath.  I took my time preparing myself, carefully applying some
dramatic eye makeup and liberally applying deep red lipstick.  My hair I
brushed out and wore straight.

I was so happy with the outfit I found, a red and black lace dress so
similar to the one I had worn at Expectations.  Just like the other one it
had no zippers and afforded easy access.  The only difference was that now
my womanly body was real, not a figment of my imagination.

Underneath I chose a black lace bra which would blend into the lace of the
dress, with a red garter belt and black hose.  I went commando.

When I slipped into the dress and cinched the black belt around my waist, I
brushed my hair out again, then slipped on the jewelry I had chosen -- a
pair of gold hoop earrings and gold choker, with a couple of rings on each
hand.

When I entered the bar alone, I saw male heads turn.  And why shouldn't
they?  I was an attractive woman in a revealing dress, and it was a
so-called meet market.  I walked to the bar and slipped between two men in
suits to get to a chair.  I smiled at both of them and they smiled back,
but neither made a move.  I waited.

It wasn't long before a tall, broad-shouldered, boyish-faced man walked
toward me and slid into the chair next to mine.  He had dark hair with
curls that framed striking green eyes and when I smiled at him I was
rewarded with a glimpse of his deep dimples.  He was a stunner and for a
moment I was struck by how much he reminded me of someone I couldn't name.
It was someone from my past, maybe someone from Florida State?

Oh my God, I thought, it's Dana, just as he spoke.

"Hi.  I'm Dana."

"Melissa."

"That's a really pretty dress, Melissa."

"Don't tell me: it will look great in a ball next to your bed?"

Dana laughed and denied that he would ever use such a cheesy pickup line.
I told him that was good because he doesn't need one.

We began to chat but I was on autopilot as I began to think back to the
year I was Dana's dorm-mate.  It was a tight group of men on the floor and
we went out drinking all year long.  Dana never failed to bring a different
woman back to his room.  You could divide the dorm into four groups:
straight men who were jealous of Dana; gays who wanted to fuck him, women
who desperately wanted to fuck him and women who had already fucked him and
wanted him to fuck them again.

Dana was the hottest thing going in Smith Hall that year, and he was still
as hot as I remembered.  And now here he was, chatting me up in a singles
bar, charming me as I had watched him charm so many co-eds a few years
before.  I made sure he knew he had my attention, flipping my hair,
laughing at his jokes, letting my hand brush his arm.  Soon the rest of the
bar faded away and all I could see was Dana's gorgeous face, smiling and
flirting with me.  My first time was going to be even better than I hoped.

"I'm in town on business, and my hotel is just around the corner.  Would
you like to join me for a nightcap?"

"I'd love to."

Dana stepped away from the bar and held his hand out to help me down off
the seat.  I tugged the hem of my dress down my legs, and then straightened
up to face a crowd of women shooting death-rays at me for snagging their
eye candy.  Too bad, girls, he's mine, I thought.

Like a gentleman, Dana held his elbow out so I could slip my arm inside as
we walked out into the bracing cold.  He led me through the crowds and
inside his hotel and in a moment we were alone in his suite.  I checked my
makeup after he excused himself and when he returned, he was in the hotel
terrycloth robe.

We crossed the floor toward each other as Dana pulled the man he knew as
Mel me close into his powerful his chest, our lips met, softly at first, as
his hands squeezed my ass and my hand explored his neck and hair, pulling
him closer.  Both hands were roughly squeezing my bare ass now and I
reached down to undo the black belt that kept the dress in place.  When it
fell to the floor, Dana pulled it over my head, and then pulled me tight
again as our tongues entwined.

His hands back at my ass, I felt one strong finger start to slip between my
cheeks.  A man was nearly fingering me, and I moaned into his chest.  He
turned me away from him then and began to bring his hand up against my
inner thigh as I wrapped one arm around his waist.  His hand reached my
crotch and I moaned at the sensation of his finger sliding along my lips,
reaching for my opening.  When he found it, I gasped as I was penetrated
for the first time.

His hands moved around me, reaching for and removing my bra.  As my tits
slipped out of them his hands cupped them and kneaded them and he dragged
his thumb along the edge of my areola before brushing against the nipple
itself.  His mouth hungrily sought mine then as my tongue dueled with his.

Finally I broke off the kiss and started to push his robe off of him.  When
it fell to the floor, I stepped back and stared at my first lover.

I knew the co-eds were hot for Dana those years ago.  But I also knew that
the ones who were lucky enough to bed him were in for a treat.  In our year
of sharing the floor bathroom, I only saw Dana step out of the shower once,
but it was an image that was seared into my memory.  Even when I was boning
co-eds, I saw that he was a perfect physical specimen.  His shoulders, back
and chest were broad and well defined but not in the way that true gym rats
are over-muscled.  His waist was narrow and his abs defined, and his thighs
and calves were as muscular as the rest of him.  His butt was like two
perfect apples atop his legs.

Then there was his cock.  I had never seen one so large.  Longer flaccid
than I was hard, the vision of Dana's naked body had never left my memory.
Now, he stood in front of me, as stunning as he was at the age of twenty.
Only now I wasn't a confused college student afraid to stare, I was a woman
about to enjoy her reward.

I started at his ears, kissing and nibbling my way toward his neck and then
down across his chest, where I dragged my nails across his pecs and
alternated nibbles and licks with soft pinches.  Then I moved further down
to his perfect six-pack and then down beyond his crotch toward his powerful
thighs, where I kissed and licked and tasted him.

I had a sense of his cock but kept my eyes off of it until I had kissed my
way to his mid thigh.  Then from below, I turned my face upward at his,
with his enormous cock hanging above me.  It was so long I could not see
the end, and I mouthed the word "wow" as I took it in.  Then I smiled at
him.

I moved upward toward my prize and grasped the shaft in both hands, lifting
it upward as I began to tongue-bathe his huge, heavy balls.  His pre-cum
was copious and I spread it along the shaft but it was too big.  I released
his testicles and drooled out the saliva on top of his long shaft then
resumed stroking it before I enveloped his balls in my hungry mouth.

He was moaning now and I released his testicles so I could slobber along
the entire length of his cock, tonguing and licking, sliding my lips along
his perfect penis until I reached the head, where I twirled my tongue
around the ridge.  Then I stopped and held my mouth an inch away from the
head while I looked up into his eyes.

"That feel good, baby?  Do you want me to suck your yummy cock?"

"Oh yeah, Melissa, please suck my cock."

Starting at the head, I kept my eyes locked on Dana's as I slid my lips
around it, sucking sweetly while sliding my tongue along the bottom of the
head.  Then I took it deeper into my mouth, slowly, taking each delicious
inch until he filled my mouth with his manhood.  I slid it out of my mouth
then with a loud pop.

"So good.  You're cock tastes so fucking good!"

I attacked his balls then, this time without holding his cock above.  His
heavy shaft rested on my head as I tongued and licked and sucked them.
Then I stuck out the edge of my tongue and moved it along each glorious
inch, covering every bit of his cock with my tongue-love.  When I reached
the head I vibrated my tongue underneath than swallowed as much as I could,
reaching around then to pull his perfect ass forward, pulling more of his
cock into my hungry, unquenchable mouth.

Finally I slid him out of me and kissed my way back up his chest until his
mouth found mine again.  I stroked him then before he reached down and
effortlessly lifted me into his arms and carried me toward the bed, where
he lay me down and watched as I scooted on my butt toward the head of the
bed.

He followed, like a hunter stalking his prey. His cock was hard and long
and I thrilled to the view of it between my legs, where my new pussy was
about to make my womanhood complete.  He came on all fours until his legs
were between my own and his powerful arms were along my shoulders.  I was
at the mercy of this perfect male specimen, his broad chest above me, his
huge cock brushing against my inner thigh, his gorgeous face smiling at me.

He leaned in to kiss me then, while keeping his ass above me.  I reached
for his cock, but unable to grasp it, I dragged my nails along his back and
kissed his neck.  His cock moved lower now and I felt it brush my labia, so
thick and so hard, for just an instant before he shifted backward so he
could begin to suck and kiss my tits and nipples.  I moaned in his ear as I
thrilled to his warm breath and expert tongue, and then felt his strong
hands along my side as he kissed down my tummy toward my new pussy.

He took his time as I had, kissing and licking my inner lips, teasing me as
I reached down to run my hands through his hair.  Finally, I felt his
tongue dance along the length of my slit, and a loud moan escaped my
throat.  He did it again, and then moved his talented tongue upward toward
my clit, pulling my lips apart to get easy access.

When those nerve endings were a along the bottom of the head of my cock, I
never felt such intense pleasure.  But now, transformed into a tiny nub of
a clit, feeling Dana's tongue vibrating against it had me panting and
moaning in no time, as I pressed my crotch into his lips.  When a thick
finger slipped inside me, I began cumming, my cries rising to a shout, my
hands pinching my nipples as my body went taut, then spasmed as pleasure
coursed through me.

It was my first orgasm as a woman, and it felt better than any I had
experienced as a man.  The Greek gods were right, I thought.

I felt Dana's lips moving back up my body as my eyes began to open again,
finding his face crinkled into his boyish smile.

"I need your cock inside me.  Fuck me with that incredible cock!"

He straightened up and slid the cock head along my slit.  The moment was at
hand, and I had to watch as my transformation was completed, from
conflicted man to physically compromised "female" to fully experienced
cock-loving woman.  I raised myself up on one elbow and reached between my
legs and grasped the incredible man-meat that was about to take my
virginity.  I gently moved him down into position, and then lay my palm
flat against his taut belly as he began to push inside of me.

I kept my eyes focused on his cock as long as I could as I felt myself
opening and yielding to him.  Then a loud gasp escaped my throat as the
head of his cock entered me and began sliding slowly into me. I groaned
again as he withdrew, and then gasped as he slipped out of me. He dribbled
saliva along the shaft, then spread it around the head and pressed it
against me one again.

This time I opened up easier and felt his cock going deeper inside me.  The
little bit of pain I had felt swiftly turned to pleasure, and my fingers
reached for his hips and moved him further inside.  The feeling of being
penetrated was indescribable, yielding to him, receiving him with such
intense pleasure, a choked sob escaped my throat as I leaned back and
became, finally and completely a woman, impaled on a magnificent cock and
loving every inch of it.

My gasps and moans became louder as I was overwhelmed with the sensation of
being fucked, a feeling I knew I would never get enough of.  I leaned back
on my elbows to watch as Dana expertly moved his cock in and out of me, I
had to see it, to thrill to the sight of my master, the master I had waited
too long to serve, the long, hard cock.

He filled me and fulfilled me and soon my cries of passion were rising to a
shout, joining his grunts in a crescendo of passion.

"Your cock feels so fucking good inside me!  Please keep fucking me!"

But Dana's thrusts slowed until he withdrew, pulling a loud gasp out of my
throat as he pulled his cock out of me.  His strong hands pulled at my hip
and I immediately turned and raised myself onto all fours, backing my ass
toward his manhood, desperate to feel him inside me again.  He penetrated
me again, this time balls deep, and a strangled voice yelped my pleasure as
I buried my head in the mattress and he began to fuck me hard and fast.  My
eyes shut tight, I felt nothing but his cock asserting possession of my
pussy, owning it, owning my entire body, controlling it, nothing mattering
but his cock, his glorious, long, hard perfect cock.

I came then, even stronger and more soul-altering than before, my body
convulsing in great heaves of passionate release.  When my eyes opened
again I became aware that he was now laying on his back, his cock rising
above him, waiting for its toy to envelop it again.  I straddled his waist
and centered his cock below me then slowly lowered myself onto him.  I
gasped again then shifted my weight forward so that he could begin to fuck
me again, to use my new pussy as it was meant to be used.  I leaned forward
to kiss him then, then he clamped his mouth onto my nipple and as my breath
grew choppy again and I ground myself down his length, rocking my hips
against his hardness.  My clit his pubic bone then and I felt another
orgasm begin to build.

"I'm cumming on your cock!  Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod!"

I wanted to keep being fucked by this master cock and once again he entered
me from above, so easily and comfortably and perfectly.  As he fucked me, I
watched him move in and out and thrilled to the sight of my tits bouncing
and shaking to each powerful thrust.

Finally Dana withdrew and moved forward to straddle my chest, first sliding
his cock between my tits, then moving upward to feed his cock to my hungry,
desperate mouth. He fucked my mouth and tits as thoroughly and he had
fucked my pussy and I could only reach around his legs and pull his hips
forward with each glorious thrust, my eyes opening to stare into his each
time he withdrew.

"Please cum for me.  Please let me taste you, I want your cum all over my
face and in my mouth.  Please!

Dana resumed fucking my face and soon his breath grew choppy and labored.
My eyes shut tight, my finger rotated against my clit as we both began to
climax.  Huge cum ropes struck my hair, my face and my mouth as I felt my
orgasm course through me.  When I caught my breath, I looked up at Dana's
gorgeous face, his head and arms resting on the headboard, his cock
dangling inches away from my lips.  I began to gently clean him, before I
used a finger to move on cum streak toward my mouth.  At that point Dana
reached down and offered his own help getting the rest of his load into my
hungry mouth, his thick fingers moving his sperm into my mouth as I licked
and sucked every drop off of them.

Finally he raised himself off of me and I turned to my right, feeling him
slide along the length of my body until we were pressed tight against each
other, his arm draped over my hip, his sweaty brow dripping onto my neck.

"You are one hell of a fuck, Melissa.  In fact, you're incredible."

I sighed my contentment.  And I am only going to get better, I thought.  I
smiled at the memory of how Dana had made me a woman, completely addicted
to cock and dedicated to pleasing it.  But something was different this
time with Mike.  I still couldn't sleep as I kept thinking about what it
means to be a woman.

There are so many women out there who repress and deny their fundamental
natures.  On the one side you have unfortunates like Faith, led by religion
to think of sex as dirty and sinful.  Too uptight to realize what a
remarkable gift god has truly given them, this thing between their legs,
this void that can only be filled by cock -- and when it is, how blessed
women are.

Then you have the extreme feminists who say intercourse is rape.  Denying
their nature in hopes of gaining some fleeting sense of equality, when in
reality, in bed, there is no equality between the sexes.  The woman needs
the cock inside her, to complete her, to allow her to reach her ultimate
state of being.  And only a man can give her his cock the way she
desperately needs it.  One gender dominates, the other submits.  And in
that submission women achieve nirvana as their truest needs, their greater
self is realized.

I knew then what I had learned about myself.  Mike was right -- I didn't
truly worship the cock.  I didn't submit to it, not bone-deep submission.
A true woman submitted to the cock she loved.  Mike's cock was the only one
for me, and I would worship it as a woman should.  Pleasing his cock was my
purpose in life.

He was my Cock Master.

I drifted off to sleep then, feeling my master snuggled into my ass crack,
a happy smile on my face.