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Intersex LoveSong
by Sissy Princess Heathyr


Chapter One – Invitations and Revelations

	He paused between sets to wipe the sweat from his forehead. One
more set to go, and he’d be done for the morning. A solid
thirty-five minutes of cardio and a full round of upper-body
weights – and all before the very crack of dawn. Steve reached
down to check his MP3 player. The last set was always the
toughest on him, and he was going to need something hard to push
him through it.
        “Na . . . no . . . no . . . un-uh.” He frowned at the
songs skipping by beneath his finger. “Nope . . . no . . .
perfect.”
        With some early Cradle of Filth building between his
ears, he settled back into his seat and reached out for the
handles. That’s when she sat down beside him.
        “Morning!”
        Steve snapped his arms back and fumbled for the
earphones, all the while staring at the perfect pair of breasts
before him. He dropped the earphones and looked up to meet her
liquid brown eyes. “Good morning.”
        “I was wondering whether you’d be interested in riding
the bike with me. I’ve watched you burn through some pretty good
hills, and I could really use somebody to train against.” At
roughly five-foot-six, with pigtails of black and a waist about
as thick around as his thighs, she already looked younger than he
had any right entertaining thoughts of. “Somebody, that is, who
won’t try to go all macho and make a poor girl beg for mercy.”
Her smile melted another couple of years off that.
        Way, way too young. Still, she was one of the . . . 
well, cutest women he’d ever met.
        “Shit.” He looked from her, to the clock, and back to her
again. Age be damned, he desperately wanted to take her up on the
offer, but his routine was done. Even if he could manage another
half hour on the bike, he’d be late for work. “I wish I could,
but I was just about done for the morning.” It even sounded lame
to him, and he knew it was the truth. What must she be thinking?
“Can I take a rain-check?”
        She shrugged. He could tell she didn’t believe him.
“Okay. No problem!”
        Even as she turned to walk away, Steve kicked himself for
passing up the opportunity.

        “Shit.”
        Steve did another slow lap of the gym, but it was no use.
It had been a week now since he’d turned her down, and he hadn’t
seen her again. Granted, she wasn’t somebody he generally saw
everyday, but she was there at least a couple of times a week.
Why the hell hadn’t he sucked it up and done another half-hour?
He’d never be some muscle-bound bodybuilding freak, but rock
climbing and mountain biking had given him decent enough legs to
draw most of his attention from the extra inch winter put around
his waist.
        If there was anything he could have physically stretched
his limits on, it was the bike.
        Just as he was about to give up, he spotted her coming
down the stairs from the indoor track. Last week she’d been
dressed in grey – now that he thought about it, her outfits
always matched – but today it was all black. Black sneakers and
black ankle socks giving way to perfect, unblemished legs, and a
matching black shorts and bra, both tight enough to tease,
separated by a few inches of solid, naked midriff.
        “Good morning.”
        Even without makeup, her lips looked brighter, wetter,
and fuller than most women he’d dated.
        She paused for a moment, and then smiled. “Good morning,
yourself.”
        “So,” he asked, “still looking for a riding partner?”
        The petite young beauty looked hurt, wounded for a
moment. It made him want to take her in his arms and soothe away
her pain. Then, quickly enough for him to wonder if he’d imagined
it all, a radiant smile melted it all away.
        “Well, I’d like to try a couple of workouts first, and
then maybe a few casual dates, just to get to know each other
better.” She clasped her hands behind her back. Her sneakers
tapped against the bare floor as she rocked her hips back and
forth. “If that all goes well, then maybe we can talk riding
partners.” While he was still struggling for a response, she
danced around him and laughed. “Let’s hit the bikes, Romeo. I
want to see what you’re made of!”
        They worked their way through the early warm-up, got the
awkward introductions out of the way, and moved on.
        As they hit the first serious hill, she asked, “How old
would you say I am, Steve?”
        She looked seventeen, but she seemed too mature. He used
the hill as an excuse to stall. Finally, he guessed, “Oh, around
twenty?”
        Karen laughed. Damn, but he already loved that laugh!
“They all tell me that the time will come when I’ll actually miss
being under-guessed, but the truth is, I’ll be twenty-nine this
summer.”
        Steve’s jaw dropped. The bike actually beeped at him for
falling behind the pace. “Wow.” He shook his head. The only thing
that had ever stopped him from feeling her out was the whole age
issue. As much as he liked to grab a strategically placed bike
and watch her in motion on the cross trainer or, better yet,
spread across a weight bench, he always felt like a perverted old
man.
        Twenty-nine, though, was only three years younger than he
was.
        A few awkward moments later, he managed to get back on
track.

        It was nearly a month later before she invited him home.
Things had been going amazingly well, even though he knew she was
hiding something. There was some deep, dark, personal secret that
he sensed she was anxious to share, yet reluctant to expose. He
had already fallen in love with her, despite what he’d promised
himself after Sarah, but knew better than to try and force it out
of her.
        Karen was a post-graduate student at the local
university, working on her Masters of Psychology. She didn’t like
to talk much about school, but she had let it slip one night –
after a few too many vodka coolers – that her specialty was
abnormal sexuality. She hadn’t said much more than that, but it
was one of those details that stuck in your mind. A definite
turn-on, but a little bit intimidating as well.
        Anyway, he was walking her home from dinner when, out of
the blue, she asked if he’d like to come in. They were standing
on her front porch, out of the wind and the snow, but not yet out
of the cold. “Damn, it’s so cold out here, I feel like my nipples
are going to fall off.” She bit off her purple leather glove,
reached into her purse, and retrieved her keys. “Wanna come in
and warm up?”
        Steve was certainly not about to turn down an
opportunity. “Well, only if you need the help.”
        A few minutes later, he was sitting alone on her couch
while she got ‘more comfortable.’ Her apartment was very nice,
very clean, but not very personal. There were some generic prints
on the walls, a few flowers vases here and there, and the whole
couch-chair-loveseat-table arrangement certainly looked to be a
set. Nothing in the room made him think of Karen. Either she
didn’t spend much time at home, or she just didn’t spend much
time entertaining guests.
        The sound of the bathroom door opening roused him from
his thoughts.
        “Okay, I guess I’m ready.”
        He looked up to the doorway. “Wow.” If he hadn’t seen her
step into the bathroom alone, he’d have sworn that the woman
standing in the doorway was not the woman he’d been dating. She
was still very petite, with the same silky black hair he’d come
to love, but her hips look so much more well rounded, and her
breasts were easily twice the size he’d ever seen them.
        She stroked the tips of her fingers across the silky cup
of her right breast. “I like to keep the puppies leashed,” she
told him. “I get enough stares without them.”
        He just nodded, too awestruck to say anything.
        Karen sat down at the other end of the couch and tucked
her feet beneath her. Today had been a black day, clothing-wise,
so she must have changed. Bra, panties, and stockings were all a
dark blue. In the right light, they might look black, but they
were definitely blue against the beige couch.
        “Okay, we have to talk about a few things, here.” She
clasped her hands before her. Her nails, polished and painted a
soft pink, danced nervously against her knee. “Before I offer you
my heart, I need to know that you understand what you’re getting
yourself into.”
        “No worries.” He inched forward just enough to place his
hand over hers. “I already love you.”
        He had no idea what he was expecting of the conversation,
but what came next wasn’t it.
        “Have you ever heard the term intersexed?”
        Steve was taken aback. He didn’t have the slightest idea
what the term meant, and he told her. “Does it really matter?
It’s not going to change anything.”
        Karen closed her eyes. “Don’t make promises you can’t
keep.”
        He squeezed her hand. “Then explain it to me.”
        She leaned back against the cushions and focused on a
point just beyond Steve’s left shoulder. “Approximately one in a
thousand children are born with some sort of intersexed
condition. It’s generally hormonal, a mismatch of estrogen and
testosterone, and undetectable until puberty. Roughly one in
thirteen-thousand children are born with a physically telling
intersexed condition.” Her dark brown eyes slipped past him
without really seeing as she turned to focus beyond his right
shoulder. “Like an extraordinary large clitoris with a bit of a
head on it.”
        Steve tried to picture it and was surprised at how
curious he was.
        The petite beauty had to take a deep breath before
continuing. “That’s all common enough, but roughly one in a
million children are born fully intersexed. Partially developed
male and female genatalia on the outside, and a hormonal mess on
the inside. They used to use the term hermaphroditism, but that’s
kind of out-dated and politically incorrect now.”
        He thought he knew what she was getting at, and he wasn’t
sure how he felt about it. A little scared? Sure. A little
nervous? Maybe more than a little. Curious? No doubt about it.
        “What most people, even most doctors, don’t realize is
that there’s a fourth category.” Karen forced herself to look
Steve straight in the eye. She needed his full attention. “No
more than one in a billion children are born fully, genitally
functional, intersexed. What that means, Steve, is breasts, a
penis, and a vagina – all of which are fully capable of sexual
arousal and sexual reproduction. It is a very unique condition,
and one which is rarely allowed to develop untreated.” With one
final deep breath, Karen lifted her right leg over the back of
the couch and undid the small bows on either side of her panties.
        As the blue panties fell away, Steve’s eyes were
immediately drawn to the limp, hairless cock between her legs. It
wasn’t nearly as big as his own, but it was definitely real. He
looked down past the tiny bumps that he assumed must have been a
ball-sac to the pink valley of her vagina. Unable to stop
himself, he looked back up, paused at her cock, paused again at
her breasts, and forced himself to watch her face until she
finally released the breath she’d been holding.
        “I can’t tell you this doesn’t freak me out a bit, but I
think I’m okay with it.” He poured every ounce of compassion he
possessed into his words. “I’ve always though you were the cutest
woman at the gym, and this doesn’t change that. Over the past few
weeks, I’ve slowly fallen in love with you, and this doesn’t
change that.” He crawled down the couch and took her hands in his
own. “I will have to ask that you be patient with me, and forgive
anything that might seem like reluctance on my part. All I can
promise is that if it pleases you, it will please me to try.”
        Karen placed one of his hands on her cock, and the other
against her pussy. “Understand me well, Steve.”
        He could feel her cock growing against his hand even as
her pussy began to feel damp.
        “I mean it when I say genitally functional.”
        When he looked up, it was to watch her unclasp her bra.
The nipples beneath were hard.
        “The same sperm that shoots from your cock shoots from my
own.” She leaned forward and cupped his face with her breasts.
“The same sperm that shoots from my cock, also oozes from deep
inside my pussy.” She kissed his forehead. “Please me well – and,
I should mention, only one woman has ever successfully done that
before – and I can cum in both places at once.”
        She leaned further to whisper in his hear. “Have you ever
seen a creampie, Steve? I can creampie myself from the inside and
the outside . . . at  . . . the . . . same . . . fucking . . .
time.”
        Whatever slight chance there ever might have been of him
refusing was gone. She could call herself what she liked –
intersexed, hermaphrodite, shemale, whatever. He already loved
her, already wanted her, and now he desired her like nobody else.
He would do anything to please her. “I’m all yours, Karen. Do
with me what you will.”
        A new, dangerous light flared to life in her eyes. She
pushed him away and jumped off the couch. He watched her ass sway
back and forth as she crossed the room. Her fingers danced a code
on the panel set into the bedroom door. A click and buzz
followed, before she could slowly push it open. Although he could
only see a small part of the room from where he was sitting,
Steve felt like he’d died and gone to porn-heaven.
        Either that, or her classroom. Abnormal sexuality indeed!
        Her bedroom was an absolute fetish playground. A leather
bondage swing hung just inside the door. The bed was covered in
shiny sheets that had to be either latex or rubber. The entire
ceiling was one giant mirror, reflecting the light of a dozen
candles. Whips were draped across the dresser, twisting around a
generous assortment of butt plugs and dildos.
        “Before you step foot inside this room,” she told him,
“you must understand three things.”
        He was already standing before the couch. “Anything.”
        “One, anything goes.”
        He was halfway across the room. “Definitely.”
        “Two, we’re not finished, until I say we’re finished.
There is no escape.”
        He dropped to his knees, just outside the doorway. Her
semi-hard cock and glistening, swollen vagina were only inches
from his face. “As you command.”
        Karen smiled. “Three, you are here for my pleasure. You
will do as I say, how I say, when I say.” She grabbed a handful
of wavy brown hair and pulled his face into her crotch. “I am in
charge.”
        The timid, tentative flick of his tongue against the
tender flesh between her cock and her clit was all the answer she
needed.


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