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.