The following tale of sexual depravity contains adult material. If you are under the legal age for your area (generally 18 or 21), or object to explicit sex, stop reading NOW. Otherwise, if erotic situations and taboo acts turn you on, then please enjoy yourself. The characters and situations are, of course, completely fictitious. Feel free to post or archive, as long as the story remains intact and unmodified, and my contact information (email and website) are attached. Otherwise, this work should be considered copyright 2007 by Sissy Princess Heathyr. 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. bcinaede@gmail.com http://bcinaede.blogspot.ca/