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Subject: {ASSM} Packing by GenericJoe (MF genderplay)
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Packing
by GenericJoe <genericjoe@offthebeatenpath.org>
(MF genderplay)	

Jeanie and I are, well ... we're geeks.  There's no two ways around
it.  We have a nice entertainment system which goes largely unused
because we spend all our time chatting online, playing games, or,
well, both.  You can't really blame us, it's how we met.  I
accidentally stepped into a chatroom (aren't typos wonderful) and
there she was in all her glory.  Two years later, I married her, and
now we're living happily ever after.

And part of that living happily is our computer setup.  The cable
modem plugs into a Linksys router that we use to share our internet
connection: A computer for her, and one for me, plus a nice Linux mail
and fileserver.  And a simple 802.11 WIFI server, so that our work
laptops are connected anywhere in the house.  All quite sweet.  Where
normal (aka non-geeky) people would have a dining room, we have our
office.  We each have our own rooms upstairs -- she's a quilter, and
I'm into model railroads -- plus a work/play basement as well. But, we
decided long ago that if we didn't have the computers in the same
room, we might see each other only for sex and meals. And not
necessarily for meals, since we eat a lot of them at our computers. 

Last night, for instance, we both took our suppers to our computers to
read our mail, and generally futz around.  We've been running through
PopCap's games lately -- I was playing Dynomite, and Jeanie had a game
she'd been playing called Noah's Ark.  Between rounds, I'd slurp down
a few more bites of shepherd's pie, and read a few emails, or chat
with my friends online.

An IM appeared on my screen with a happy little "bling".  It was from
Jeanie.  Yeah, she was right next to me, but this had an url in it, to
the Noah's Ark game she was playing.  "You've got to play this," she
said. "I'm Noah's Son."

"What?" I said aloud, and turned my chair to look at the screen.

"It's my rank," she said.  "I was a Super Beastmaster, now I'm Noah's
Son."

"The game gave you a sex change?" I asked, joking.

"Seems so," she said.

"What's the next rank?" I asked.

"I dunno, it's several hundred thousand from here. Maybe Noah?"

"Who else would be above Noah's Son -- his wife maybe?"

"Maybe."

"Then your gender would change back and forth.  Must be a nice game,"
I said laughingly.

"Yeah," she said, and turned back to her game.

I got up a few minutes later to put away my dishes, and noticed she
was gone.  Figuring she'd be back soon, I returned to my multitasking.
I read through a few emails and my IM blinged again.  Jeanie again,
"Hey geekboy," it read.  "I've got a little present for you."

I turned around, my wife wasn't at her chair, so I turned.  "Where are
you, hon?"

"Downstairs," I read. "Come downstairs, my little geekboy, and get
your not-so-little present."

Downstairs, I muttered to myself and smiled.  Our basement was one
quarter laundry and utility room, and three-quarters play space. 
Everything from a comfortable bed to an extremely uncomfortable St.
Andrew's Cross.  It was where we went when we wanted to do something
different, to play at being someone else or somewhere else for a
little while.

I have no complaints about our sex life outside of Downstairs -- that
would be enough for any "normal" man and woman.  But one of the joys
that we have is that we aren't normal, and Downstairs is the glue that
binds us, and keeps us together.  That and it's always incredibly hot.
Sometimes I plan, and sometime she does; sometimes I do unto her, and
sometimes she does unto me.  Today it seemed like the latter.  I
smiled to myself, once again remembering that fated typo that brought
us together.  Time to go downstairs where my wife was feeling very
toppy.

After I descended the stairs, I turned to enter our basement.  My wife
had left the door to the playspace open, and I could see right through
it to where she was standing, waiting for me.  She looked hot as hell.
Her long black hair was pulled back into a severe bun.  She wore a
black bustier we'd bought while we were still dating; leather gloves
went up her arms, almost to her elbows; matching leather boots went up
to her thighs; and a leather miniskirt clung to her hips, leaving an
inch of skin between its hem and the tops of the boots.  In her right
hand she held our newest leather flogger.  Her skirt had an ominous,
inviting bulge.

I smiled and stepped up to the door.  "Strip!" she commanded.  I took
off my clothes, and folded them by the door.  My erection, freed from
the confines of my underwear bounced and wobbled in excitement.

"Are you ready for your present, then, little geekboy?"

"Yes," I said.

"Yes, what?" my wife asked.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Yes, *what*?" she asked again, this time she lifted the skirt, and I
saw what was making the bulge, a six inch black-and-white marbled
dildo stuck out, rampant, held in place by leather straps, and
apparently it's other end which disappeared inside her.  My baby was
packing, and I knew what she wanted.

"Yes, /Sir/!" I replied.

She nodded at the floor before her, and I walked forward, and knelt in
front of her.  There's something about the way she does it that just
triggers something special inside of me, something extremely
submissive.  When I knelt in front of her, my goals changed.  My
hard-on was insistent, but it didn't matter. I was there for her
pleasure, to do what she wanted, nothing more and nothing less.

As I walked she pulled the skirt up, letting it rest on top of the
dildo.  I could smell the strong scent of leather and arousal coming
from her.  I realized that the heels on the boots she was wearing put
the cock at just the right level as a gloved hand slid into my hair,
and she pulled my face towards the dildo.  "Suck my dick, little man,"
she said.

I opened my mouth, and slid it down the silicone.  I could feel my
cock pressed between my thighs as I knelt, and felt it surge with
excitement as she guided me onto her cock.  "Mmmmm," she said, as the
cock shifted in and out of my mouth.

Her fingers pulled my hair forcing me up and down her cock, I could
feel the tip of the cock pressing against the back of my mouth,
causing me to moan and lick the shaft.  I couldn't get enough of it
into my mouth. I tried for more, pressing down on the cock, and Jeanie
gasped.  "Oh, fuck, yeah," she said. "Suck my cock."

Both hands wrapped around my head then, holding me in place, and she
began thrusting her hips forward and back, fucking my face.  I could
feel the tails of the whip lying against my back, gently slapping my
back from the momentum of her thrusts.  I opened my mouth, and throat,
letting her take my face, feeling my own arousal build.  She began to
thrust erratically, shaking and gasping as she thrust, and then she
slammed it into me, and shook as she cried out in orgasm.

She slipped out of my mouth, and let go of my head.  My cock was hard,
and I badly wanted to come.  But I couldn't ask for that.  I was here
for her.  Hell, I couldn't even talk -- I was just her plaything, her
little geekboy, waiting on and fulfilling her desires. 

"Did you like that, little man?" she asked teasingly.  "Did you like
the way I used you for my pleasure."

"Y-yes," I whispered, barely able to speak. "Yes, Sir."

A gloved hand slipped over my face, I turned to kiss it. She held out
her fingers, and I sucked on them too.  I felt the tip of one of the
boots press down gently on my cock.  My cock flexed, pressing against
it, the tiniest bit of pleasurable pain.  "You want me to fuck you
with my cock, don't you?"

I nodded, still sucking on her fingers.   She pulled her hand away
from my face.  "What was that, I didn't hear you?"

"Yes." I said. "... Sir." 

The boot played around my cock, teasing me with the sensation, good
and bad, painful caresses.  "What was that again?" she teased.  She
was going to make me ask for it.

"Fffff" I said.  I remembered ordering the dildo.  Opening the box it
arrived in, and realizing how big it was.  How it felt stuffing my
mouth as she fucked me.  "Please fuck me, Sir.  Fuck me with your big
hard cock."

She motioned for me to rise, and led me over to a padded horse. "Lean
over that," she said.

I bent over it and she handcuffed my wrists to the horse.  She walked
around me then and slapped my ass hard.  She grabbed my cock.  "You
are such a slut," she said.  "How many men would let their wives fuck
them in the ass with a dildo, much less get hard as it happened?"

"Not many," I said, ashamed.

She stood behind me, and I could feel the silicone, wet with my
saliva, press between my butt cheeks.  She thrust gently back and
forth -- just so I got the message, and began hitting me with the whip
--  Slap Slap Slap against my back.  "No," she said, laughing.  "Not
very many."

She stepped back and began to work on my back, slapping it with the
whip, warming me up.  Every now and then, she would step back up
against me and rub her cock against the crack of my ass.  My arousal
was rising higher and higher, I needed to come, and still she teased
me, hitting me with the whip and rubbing up against me.  I thrust my
hips back, trying to feel her against me and she laughed, and walked
away.

She was behind me, so I didn't see what she was doing, but I could
hear her removing the leather gloves, and pulling on latex ones.  A
squirt from a bottle, and my cock twitched.  This was it, and I knew
it.  I heard slick sounds, then felt a cold, lubricated hand press
against my ass, and up inside my asshole.

I moaned, and pressed back against her hand as it invaded me.  "Eager,
are we?" she said, the same laugh in her voice.

"Yes, Sir." I said. 

"You little slut boy," she said.

"Yes, Sir." I said again, and knew it was true.

She stopped probing and lubing my ass, and I heard the gloves come
off.  Then she was standing behind me again, pressing with the dildo,
which was also lubed up.  She pulled my ass cheeks apart, and found my
rosebud.  Her cock pressed against it, and slowly moved inside of me,
filling me up. "Nnnnn," she grunted as she slid inside of me.

I grabbed the handhold she had handcuffed me to as she pressed into
me.  I pushed back trying to take her in.  She slid out, then back,
going deeper, then back out and deeper still.  She took her time, but
soon, I felt her bare thigh pressing against my ass.  She pressed
harder, and pushed me into the horse.  "God," I said.

"Hell, yes," she said.  She slid out slowly, and then back in to the
hilt.  Then she did it again, only faster.  And faster and faster. 
Soon she was pounding into me like crazy, over and over and over.

The whip came out again, and she was assaulting my back in time to her
thrusts Slap Thrust Slap Thrust.  I just held on and pushed my ass up
for more, more, more.  I heard her cry out in orgasm and slow back
down -- but not stop.  One of her hands snaked around my hips, and
grabbed my cock and squeezed.  "Still hard, my little slut boy?  Still
hard for me and my cock?"

"Yes," I said.

"Want to come?"

"Oh, yes. Yes, sir!  Please let me come."

She kept moving back and forth, in and out of me, one hand wrapped
around my cock, moving at the same pace.  Slowly she gained speed
again, slapping into me, jacking off my cock as fast as she was
fucking me with hers.  I came in spurts all over the floor, and then
she came again, pressed deep inside of me.

She pulled out of me, and uncuffed me from the horse.  I stood,
drained and wobbly on my legs, and she got out of her leather gear. 
She walked up to me, and the dildo slid between my legs as she hugged
me.  "Thank you, dear, thank you so much."

"No," I said.  "Thank you."

She went to bed then, but I was too wired to go right to sleep.  I
went up to my train room, and laid out a new track, and thought about
life with Jeanie.  It was different, challenging and exciting.  I
never thought that I would enjoy what we did in our basement, much
less come as hard as I had that night.  And I never thought I'd meet
someone like Jeanie.

I never did, really, in all my years of looking.  But one day instead
of joining #trains, I joined #trans -- a simple enough typo.  And
there was Jeanie holding forth on how she always wanted a cock, just
for a little bit.  Neither of us is transgendered -- we were
definitely born in the right shape bodies-- but we both love the play.
She loves it when I fuck her with my cock, and I love it when she
fucks me with hers.

GenericJoe
(c) 2002

{Author's notes.

PopCap games <http://www.popcap.com> is a real company, and makes the
game mentioned in this story.  They make quite entertaining shockwave
games using the tried-and-true shareware method of distribution. 
Trademarks are the property of their respective owners.

The dildo Jeanie used in this story is called the "Nexus" and can be
purchased from GoodVibes.  <http://www.goodvibes.com/> It doesn't
really need a harness, a good pair of boxer-briefs will do.  I just
like the leather, you know?

And yes, there will be more coming from GenericJOe}

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