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MY NYLON GODDESS - CHAPTER EIGHT
As I opened my eyes, I realised something was wrong.
Blinking, I looked around the bedroom. A grey light was leaking in
through the gaps in the curtain. An alarm clock on the dresser just
beside my head told me that it was still early, though dawn was well
past. The room was unfamiliar, for the simple reason that it wasn't my
own. It belonged to Justin, who was fast asleep behind me, his light
snores a counterpoint to the pitter of rain against the window.
I had just spent the night with a man. That wasn't what was wrong
though.
We had fallen asleep in each other's arms, after a spectacular bout of
oral sex that ended with each of us coming in the other's eager mouth.
And all after discovering that Justin did not just know that I was a boy
dressed up as a girl, but actually wanted me like that. And so what had
been a chance encounter in a pub had turned into something so much more
...
At some point during the night I had stripped off my tights and panties,
sleeping nude for the first time I could ever recall. But I had not been
cold, because Justin's warm body had been a constant companion, curled
up against me - just as it was now. His arm was no longer around me, but
tucked up between us. I could feel his legs though against mine, and his
breath against my neck.
And there was also of course his cock, stiff with a morning erection
that was prodding my behind and that had, I was pretty sure, just woken
me up. That wasn't it either though.
What was wrong was that the organ I had so enthusiastically kissed and
sucked last night was not properly inside me. The realisation came as
something of a shock.
Until recently I had been an unprepossessing boy who lusted exclusively
after the opposite sex - and had very little experience talking to them,
let alone being intimate. The nearest thing I had to a love life was
spying from my bedroom window on the older girl next door and
frantically masturbating at the sight of her nylon-clad legs.
Yet one amazing encounter with that same girl had changed everything for
me. When Shauna decided that it would be fun to make me wear her tights,
neither of us could have known where it would lead. Certainly not to she
and her girlfriend Tessa dressing and making me up to look like a girl,
or to going out in public with them as Alannah.
My escapades in female clothing had brought me amazing opportunities to
see, touch and explore my new girlfriends' bodies. I had both given and
received oral pleasure. And astonishingly, I was no longer a virgin. Not
after Shauna granted the privilege of letting me penetrate her.
But my transformation into Alannah had not stopped there. Incredibly, I
had become interested in boys. I could only put it down to a commitment
to my feminine guise that was truly profound. The girl that I was trying
to be, the one that Shauna and Tessa wanted me to be, would enjoy the
thrill not just of attracting young men, but being with them. And so,
therefore, did I. It really seemed to be that simple.
Of course there was a limit to how far I could go, without revealing my
true gender - or rather, what I was starting to think of as my original
gender. So with Kevin, the first boy I had kissed, I could (and did)
give him a handjob. But I couldn't reveal what was inside my panties -
or what I didn't have in my training bra.
With Justin, however, those limits didn't exist. A beautiful young man
who was himself gay, he already knew what I was. There was nothing to
hide from him. And so I wanted him completely. I wasn't at all sure when
I had decided that. I had just woken up with the knowledge that I wanted
to do something that, as Alan, I would have considered at best
distasteful, at worst nauseating. Fortunately, I wasn't Alan right now.
And I was beginning to think I might never be again - not completely at
any rate.
If I was in any doubt about how genuinely I wanted Justin inside me, I
need only reach down. My own cock had become rock hard, just thinking
about the prospect. Of course I had no idea what it might feel like - or
indeed how much it might hurt. It was the idea that was so exciting.
I debated waking my sleeping beauty up, but decided that it would be fun
to see how far I could get first. After a moment's thought I moistened
my fingers and reached round behind me to find my anus, then stopped. It
had never occurred to me to touch myself there for any purpose except
washing or cleaning. But I was too horny to be stopped now by any
prudishness. Not given the things I'd done lately - and what I so badly
wanted to do now.
Carefully, I spread the saliva on my fingers around the entrance to my
back passage, then tried to slip an experimental finger inside. It
wasn't easy, as I was very tight back there, but with a little
manipulation I managed to get it a little way in. The way that my
sphincter muscles contracted around the intruder felt weird, but
certainly not unpleasant. I was conscious that Justin's well developed
manhood might be a very different proposition indeed. Still, I wasn't
going to die wondering ...
Withdrawing my finger, I positioned my bottom until I could feel the
head of my bedmate's erect member nestling between my cheeks. It took a
little manoeuvring, but eventually the tip was lined up with my rectum.
Then, as slowly and gently as I could, I tried to push back to engulf
it.
It didn't work. I was simply too tight, or the cock I wanted so badly
was too big, or no doubt a combination of the two. And if I pushed any
harder, I would surely rouse Justin, who had already stirred in his
sleep a couple of times as I endeavoured to take him inside me.
I grinned to myself and decided that if I was going to wake him up,
there was a better way. Which is why, just a few minutes later, he
returned to consciousness with his cock buried in my hot, wet mouth, his
hips already thrusting gently as his body responded to my eager
stimulation. Issuing a groan that was part ecstasy, part
incomprehension, he lifted his head from the pillow and tried to make
sense of what was going on. As his eyes belatedly came into focus, he
gaped down at me.
"Wha- ... ?"
"Is that the best you can do?" I answered somewhat tartly, though the
effect was rather spoilt by the muffling effect of so much engorged
flesh in my mouth. "You might at least say thank you for the wake up
call!" I resumed my fellatio as he tried to make sense of what was
happening to him. "Alannah?" was all he could manage.
This time I lifted my mouth off his throbbing shaft and smiled sweetly
at him. "That's me. Remember? The poor young girl you picked up at the
pub, then tricked into bed, all just by being sweet and good-looking?"
As I said this I continued stroking his cock with my hand, prompting
another groan.
"Are you kidding me?" he said weakly. "As if I could forget!" With that,
he grinned weakly and held his arms open. Sliding up the bed, I brought
my face to his and kissed him deeply, all the while keeping hold of his
rock-hard organ. Then I gasped as I felt his hand reach down to my groin
and find my own raging erection.
"Want me to do something about that?" he asked softly.
"No!" I answered, far more vehemently than I had intended. "No," I went
on more softly, to forestall the question that was springing to his
lips. "I want you to fuck me, Justin. Please."
He lifted himself up, so that he could look down on my suddenly serious
face. "Are you sure?" I nodded. "Yes," I said - and I really was. "If -
if you want to, that is," I added softly.
That prompted a chuckle. "Are you kidding? Of course I want to ..." He
kissed me again, but this time more fiercely and urgently, as if I had
lit a fire in him. I opened my mouth to his questing tongue, knowing
that I was ready to submit to him completely, and half expecting him to
turn me over and take me then and there.
But he had other plans. Planting one last kiss on my lips, he smiled at
me and said: "Hang on gorgeous, something we're going to need." Getting
out of bed, he went to a cupboard and came back with a tube of
lubricant.. "You've ... never done this before, right?" I shook my head.
"Okay, so we need to get you ready first, right? It will be a whole lot
better, trust me." Without waiting for an answer, he had me roll over on
my side and draw my legs up to my chest, then started to work a lube-
coated finger Inside of me. As he did so, he kissed and nuzzled my neck
and encouraged me to relax and not try to fight the intruder.
I won't lie. It wasn't at all comfortable at first, and my initial
reaction - besides very quickly losing my erection - was to wonder why
on earth I'd thought this was a good idea. But Justin was wonderfully
patient, using plenty of lube, and talking me through all the sensations
I was feeling. It took a while, but gradually I started to loosen up,
both physically and mentally, to the point where I was able to tolerate
a second finger joining the first.
Eventually, he asked, "So, do you think you're ready for something a
little bigger?"
"You mean, another finger?" I asked archly. He laughed. "No, although
it's not quite as big as it could be right now. Any chance you could
help with that?"
My answer was to roll over and kiss him softly on the lips, then push
him onto his back. In a trice I was kneeling between his legs, then
stooping down to fondle and kiss his organ, which quickly stiffened back
to attention under my ministrations. It was remarkable, I thought, just
how quickly I had become not just comfortable with the idea of handling
a man's cock, but of enjoying the feel and taste of it. Alannah, it
seemed, was quite the slut ...
With Justin's manhood once again proud and straining under my touch, any
reservations about the idea I had woken up with quickly vanished.
"Please," I said softly. "Please put it inside me."
At my new lover's urging, I lay on my back and put my legs in the air,
drawing my knees back towards my shoulders. A pillow was positioned
under my butt to lift it up. As Justin knelt on the bed between my legs
and lathered his erect phallus with lube, I gave an involuntary sob that
was part apprehension, part disbelief at what I was about to experience.
"Are you okay?" he asked sharply. Despite the tension, I forced myself
to smile. "I will be soon." He grinned at that and then positioned
himself so that the purple helmet of his circumcised cock was pressing
against my rectum. "Remember," he warned, "try and relax". And with that
he started to push against me.
For a moment, nothing happened. But then, aided by the lube, and by the
stretching I'd received from his fingers, my tight entrance started to
open to him. I felt a tremendous sense of pressure and tensed up against
it, but then, remembering his instruction, forced myself not to resist
the intruder.
I gave a cry as it finally breached my defences. It was so much bigger
than his fingers had been, and as Justin pressed further inside me I was
sure that something was going to tear. The pressure was incredible and I
could not help whimpering.
"It's alright Alannah, you're being so brave, just hang in there, okay?"
he murmured reassuringly. After a moment, he pulled back, and then
pressed a little further. It took a few goes, but eventually he was able
to bury himself completely inside of me. Holding there for a minute, he
leant down to kiss me. I kissed him back hungrily, partly to distract
myself from the strain on my ass, but also to reassure him that I still
wanted him to do this.
After mashing his mouth against mine, he resumed the process of pushing
himself into me, and gradually began to pick up speed. As his thrusting
became more urgent, the pressure inside me eased slightly, though it was
still uncomfortable.
"You're so beautiful," he breathed, his eyes boring into mine as he
looked down at me and savoured the sight of my naked body, fully exposed
to his desires. And with that, all of a sudden, I stopped enduring what
he was doing and began to enjoy it - not so much at a phtysical level,
as mentally. Because I could see that he wanted me, that he was excited
to plunder my inner sanctum - and I badly wanted to be plundered.
My own limp cock flopped against my belly, bouncing around as Justin
impaled me with increasing force. But that lack of physical arousal
didn't seem to matter. Satisfying his desire was enough - more than
enough. I was getting excited in a way that would have been unimaginable
just weeks ago. Wearing nylon tights had brought out something feminine
in me that I could never have expected was there. And with my female
persona, it seemed, came a joy in being the receptacle for a man's
passion.
"That's it,"I gasped, shuddering with each impact, each slap of his
groin against my backside. "Fuck me!"
My lover reacted by lifting my legs up so that they rested on his
shoulders, then thrusting even harder and faster down and into my
welcoming orifice. I had entirely forgotten now any sense of discomfort
as he plowed into me, I was simply relishing the sense of being filled
up - and of anticipating the climax that I could see now was fast
approaching.
I was alternating now between looking into his eyes and glancing down to
relish the incredible sight of his manhood disappearing into me. I
almost laughed from sheer delight as, looking up, I saw his eyes roll
back into his head. As the orgasm hit he moaned and shuddered - and I
cried along with him, from the joy of feeling him come. There was no
true sense of wetness inside, yet somehow I could feel every spurt of
semen as it jetted from the cock buried in my ass.
He ground his fleshy pole into me one last time, then sagged down, his
breath ragged. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight - and in
that moment I was suffused by a warmth that was more than just the
residue of the hot flesh and spunk inside me. It was the feeling of
being possessed, of having opened up to another person far more
profoundly than ever before.
I had thought that being allowed to fuck my goddess was the greatest
experience of my life so far - and it had certainly had an element of
physical ecstasy that was lacking in what I had just undergone. But I
now understood that it was Alan who had desperately wanted to make love
to the girl next door he had long fantasised about. Whereas it was
Alannah who had desired to give herself to a gorgeous young man who knew
her only in her female guise.
For Alannah, I realised, giving pleasure was more than enough. It did
not need to be reciprocated. Just as jerking off Kevin in the back seat
of a car and licking up his cum had been reward enough for an
intoxicating evening exploring my newfound attraction to a boy, so I
could feel happy and sated now in the knowledge that Justin had
deflowered me.
Still, for all Alannah's at times astonishing self-confidence, I could
not stop a little of the teenage boy's insecurity from leaking into my
voice as I quietly asked: "Was - was that okay?"
Justin's reaction was to snort and then plant a firm kiss on my lips.
Still panting from his exertion, he said, "No Alannah, it was not okay.
Not okay at all." As a sudden chill gripped my heart, he added with a
chuckle, "It was amazing!I mean, you did notice me coming, right?"
I nodded in relief, but still pretended to beat my fists against his
sweat-streaked back. "Beast," I murmured. I was silent for a while,
still enjoying the feel of his body on top of and inside me, then asked:
"Can we do that again?"
That prompted another laugh. "Give me a few minutes, okay?" He pulled
himself out of me, leaving both a feeling of release from having been
stretched almost to bursting point, yet also an emptiness that I was
immediately regretting. He grabbed a handful of tissues from the box
beside the bed and tossed them to me. "You might want to do some
cleaning up."
"But why?" I asked with wide-eyed innocence. "Did you leave something
inside me, you monster?"
"Only about a gallon or two, I reckon," he said lightly. He rolled off
the bed and went to find what looked like a kimono. "Present from a
previous boyfriend," he said, handing it to me. "About the only good
thing I got from that relationship ... Here, let me show you to the
bathroom."
With the kimono warapped around me and some tissues clamped between my
buttocks to staunch the cum that was dripping from my ass, I grabbed my
handbag and followed Justin to a bathroom down the corridor. We could
hear movement downstairs in the share house, but there was nobody else
in sight, which was quite the relief. Once inside, I took a quick
shower, taking advantage of the detachable head to direct a spray of hot
water up my expanded and leaking rear passage.
Then it was time to redo my makeup. I was delighted to see that despite
the night's exertions, enough had survived for me to still look fairly
feminine. Even so, it was a relief to reapply lipstick and touch up my
mascara and eyeshadow. And when I returned to Justin's room, I lost no
time putting back on my bra, black sweater, mauve tights and plaid
skirt.
Justin, still naked and reclined on the bed, watched me with a look of
incomprehension. As I zipped up my boots, he spoke up. "I don't
understand, I thought you wanted to, you know, do it again? Do you have
to me somewhere?"
I almost laughed aloud at the plaintive tone. "Not going anywhere," I
said firmly. "But this time, I want to be dressed up while you fuck me.
You know, so that I can properly feel like Alannah?"
Without waiting for an answer, I strode over to the bed and sat down
besides him. "Here, let me help get you back in the mood." Leaning down,
I began to fondle his inert member, which quickly stiffened under my
touch. He groaned and said. "Fair's fair gorgeous, I want one to play
with too!"
Giggling, I repositioned myself so that he could get under my skirt and
work his charms on my own cock, which he freed from inside its nylon
compartment. It came erect almost instantly as I felt his mouth close
over the head.
We took our time working on one another, content at first to tease and
caress rather than to forcefully stimulate. I used my hands only, not my
mouth, conscious of where his cock had just been, even though he had
wiped himself clean while I was in the bathroom. But even so, Justin was
the one to crack, demanding with a broad grin that it was time for me to
"spread my legs" for him.
This time, at his suggestion, I knelt on all fours on the edge of the
bed, my butt thrust in the air. With the aid of the large mirror above
and behind his bed - an inclusion which I had already teased him about,
but which he assured me was simply there to make the room look bigger -
I could see him position his jutting member to penetrate me once more.
With my skirt up around my waist and tights yanked down around my knees,
and no sign of my own erection, I looked just like a girl desperate for
her boyfriend to fuck her . And that's exactly how I felt - and wanted
to feel ...
It was easier this time to get inside my carefully regreased entrance,
though it still took some effort on his part. Once again I had my breath
taken away by the feeling of having my ass crammed with flesh. But the
discomfort also lessened more quickly - and this time I had the added
sensation of being hard myself.
Justin, who was having to crouch down to impale me, was shifting around
to find different angles of penetration, I assumed in a bid to get more
comfortable. But on one particular thrust, he found a sensitive spot
inside me that sent sparks coursing through my groin.
I let out a cry of surprise that must have been heard by every other
resident in the house. "What the fuck was that?" I exclaimed, for once
forgetting to use the soft, high tones that I had adopted as Alannah.
Justin laughed. "That's your prostate gland, sweetheart. You like it
when I do that?" He tried to replicate the movement that had produced
the extraordinary reaction, but it took him a few more goes before he
hit it again, prompting another squawk from me.
I moaned in response, and that was all the answer he needed. Increasing
his intensity, he piled into me, occasionally hitting that amazing spot
and causing me to yelp in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Propped up
on my elbows, I couldn't reach underneath myself to touch my stiff
little member, which was vibrating with every jolt as Justin rammed
himself deep into my rectal passage. And yet, even though I couldn't rub
myself as I wanted to, I could feel a pressure building within me, a
feeling that was amplified each time Justin hit that magic place.
And then, for a wonder, I was coming, spunk shooting out of my untouched
organ and my cries of release filling the bedroom. And no sooner had the
last drops of cum dribbled out than Justin too was reaching his climax,
filling me with his second lot of seed, the precious gift of his rampant
manhood. As he poured himself into me, I thrust my ass back into him,
trying to draw him even further inside, and to wring out every drop of
his pleasure.
All of a sudden, I was sobbing, not from any distress, but I think just
in reaction to the enormity of what I had done, and to the intensity of
my orgasm. It was all that I could possibly have hoped for when I woke
up that morning wanting Justin to fuck me, all that and more besides.
And as my lover gathered me in his arms to comfort me, while
thoughtfully using a tissue to stop the residue of his passion running
down my thighs to stain my tights, all I could think was: This changes
everything ...
To be continued
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