My Wonderful Secret Ch. 04

Later on, that same night...

I managed to roll him off me and slip into the bathroom. There I checked out my now de-virginised hole in the mirror. Far from the gaping wreck I had feared, it looked perfectly normal if a little moist. It felt good too. I did a little happy dance. I was a fully functioning sexual adult. I could have sex with my man and satisfy him. Life was good!

I returned to the bed. He was lying on his side and I slipped into his arms, my back against his chest, my ass nestled against his flaccid cock. I dozed momentarily until I felt him stir.

"You want to do it again?"

He whispered in my ear. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass. I was shocked that he wanted to do it again so soon, but he was after all a fit young man who had been denied for so long. I guess I should have expected this and given that I had told him that I loved it, and I resigned myself to the fact that it was going to be a long night!

"Sure honey." I replied softly. "You want to do it like this?"

I didn't hear him answer but a slippery finger probing my hole and the crackle of the condom wrapper being torn open with his teeth told me what I needed to hear. After some adjustment of position I felt his tip slip inside me. I raised my knees to my chest and noticed how much easier his entry was this time.

Before I knew it his soft public hair was caressing my ass and he was deep inside me.

"Slowly, honey, do me slowly."

I whispered to him as he tongued my ear.

"Don't worry baby, I'll take my time and savour every moment!"

With that remark he slowly started to push in and out of me. I felt that pain again but it was a good, sexy pain. I liked having my man inside me, loving me, desiring me, needing me and this feeling let me know all those things were going on. I managed to move myself a bit as he moved inside me. I liked the feeling and so did he judging by his response. I figured it might take me some time but I could hopefully one day enjoy intercourse as much as he did.

As his climax approached I could feel a strange sensation in my clitty, like I was urinating after holding off for a long time, but of course I wasn't. Somehow the feeling came from the inside and although it was weird, it was not unpleasant.

When he came this time I pushed back hard against him causing him to cry out in the throes of passion and shudder as if an electric shock had passed through his body, which told me he had just gotten his rocks off big time, and that made me feel very happy. That strange but pleasant tingling feeling returned.

"Uuuuurgh! Unbelievable!"

He said breathlessly as his body relaxed and he crumpled up beside me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he slept. We fell into a deep loving sleep together.

I awoke some hours with an erection. I didn't have many these days and I was very surprised to see my little clitty standing up so straight and hard. That weird tingling, urinating sensation was inside me again and all I knew was I needed him inside me again.

He was stirring and had rolled onto his back. This gave me an opportunity to remove the spent condom, but not before checking out the massive load he had dumped in it. I couldn't help but notice his cock start to stir and so I sucked it to see if it would stiffen up for me. It did, and before too long it was rock hard. I rolled a condom down the shaft, something I realised was great fun to do, and smothered it with lube, then I worked some into my fresh fucked hole. Satisfied that it was good and juicy, I straddled Mark, facing his head, and lowered myself onto his cock.

By the time he fully woke up I was sitting on his groin, and his cock was buried deep inside me. If it felt weird before, it felt completely insane now. Maybe it was the depth, maybe it was the angle, either way, that tingly sensation inside me was back and stronger than ever. I'd never felt so horny! I stared to jig up and down.

"You were asleep honey, so I thought I'd help myself. Is this ok?" I said, smiling wickedly at him, before increasing my movements until I was practically bouncing up and down on him.

"OH MY GOD THIS IS FANTASTIC!" he cried, grabbing my hips and pulling me down onto his cock. My ass started to slap against his thighs and we could both feel his climax building. This time that feeling inside me built and built and I could feel us building together.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is the most wonderful feeling two people can ever share.

I went insane and started slamming myself up and down on him until for the third time that night he screamed and, went rigid and did his electrocuted man act, shuddering to his third orgasm, and as I was deeply impaled upon his cock, I was shaken like a tambourine and his meat drove even deeper inside me than I believed possible.

I felt my little clitty explode and squirt its tiny reservoir of milk and although that felt good it was nothing compared to the tingly feeling deep inside me which had built to a maddening height before crashing down violently around me. I screamed as fizzy wave after fizzy wave of intense pleasure tore through my entire body. My eyes rolled back in their sockets, my head slumped backwards and all I remember is his strong arms catching me before I passed out.

When I awoke I was wrapped in his arms. He was awake and was staring at me. I felt so beautiful. Not a word was spoken. There was nothing to be said. I snuggled into him and he kissed and caressed me until I fell back to asleep.

I slipped out of bed as the first sunlight of the brand new day hit the window. I wanted to dance with happiness but I was sore in new and unusual ways. Instead I decided to make some coffee, and shower. Once I'd showered, and given myself a full physical, I dried off and began putting on my makeup. I stared at myself in the mirror. I was beautiful, I was sexual and I was me. My brain hadn't fully processed what had happened overnight, but I had a new sense of confidence and identity. I was content. I was happy.

I was horny.

After much dithering I settled for a small pair of pink cotton bikini panties. They were very comfortable, looked damn hot on, and were easy to remove. I was so looking forward to Mark waking up so that we could do it again.

I didn't have to wait long. I went to the kitchenette and retrieved my coffee and one for him. I took a long sip as I sat on the chair and noticed him slowly waking up. I reached over the back of the chair to put my cup on the table when I heard his voice.

"God your little butt looks hot in those panties!"

I turned to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor, and a wicked grin on his face as his cock bobbed back to life.

I turned my back completely to him and wiggled my ass at him.

"Oh no, I hope I'm not making you horny! Whatever could you do about that?"

I realised I loved playing the naughty, sexy innocent!

He nonchalantly stood up, pulled a condom on, squirted some lube into his palm and worked it all over his sheathed weapon. Then he walked over to me, tore my panties off in one smooth motion, dried his hands on them before throwing them away, and then grabbed me firmly by the hips.

"I suppose I'll have to teach my naughty girl a hard lesson, won't I?"

"Oh please no! Whatever do you mean?"

"I won't explain, this is more of a demonstration. Just relax and learn."

With that he positioned the tip of his slippery cock against my opening and pulled me back onto him. It slid in so easily this time but it still caused me to moan.

"Hope it doesn't hurt too much."

He hissed, as the pleasure of having his cock buried deep inside me made talking difficult. He emphasised the word "too", implying that I was a naughty girl and there was meant to be some pain. I played along with him. I was totally loving it.

"I have been naughty master, please take your pleasure. Please forgive me. I only ever want to please you."

With that he commenced a steady rhythm, driving in and out of me with great power but slow speed. Each thrust inwards caused him to groan with delight.

"Ahhh fuck that feels good!"

"Am I pleasing you Master? Is fucking me making you happy Master?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

He almost spat the words out such was the effort he was making. With all the nerves and fears being dealt with over night, he was free to fuck me with abandon, and I was able to take him without fear. He fucked me good and hard for what must have been twenty minutes or more. I could feel my tingly wave building and the steady crescendo of the "slap, slap, slap" as our two sweaty bodies came together.

"Please cum in me Master, that's how I know I am being a good girl!"

I didn't know where this submissive slut talk came from, but it came out of me naturally and it had a profound effect on him. He started rocking me violently with each thrust until he screamed an obscenity and shuddered to another orgasm. His shudders tipped me over the edge and those magnificent fizzy waves flooded my body and short-circuited my brain.

As he pulled out of me just before I collapsed, he lifted me like a rag doll and carried me back to the bed. He smothered me with a deep tongue kiss as he lay down on top off me. Crushing me beneath him he whispered something about 'never letting me go' before I passed out.

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It must have been about lunch time.

With the light behind them, we could not make out who was standing at the foot of the bed. They were animated.

Then I heard the voice. Mother.

"Don't be alarmed. I'm here to save you both. Sodomy! It's a sin! You'll both burn in hell for this, but I have found a way to save you."

"Mother, what are you doing in here? How long have you been there? How long have you ... known?"

Mother waved away my questions. "Homosexuality is an obscenity! But since you are becoming a woman, the church is willing to make a few allowances."

"What?" Mark and I groaned together.

"Your changing into a female - I've been putting hormones in your orange juice for months - why else would you be developing breasts and have shrinking testes? If Andrea becomes a real woman, then your love is not a sin. Don't you understand?"

"Yes, but..." Mark struggled to make sense of the bizarre situation we found ourselves in. My face burnt red with shame and I could not even think, let alone talk to her.

"After last night you leave me no option but to stage an intervention. I can't knowingly allow my son to be buggered by another man. Homosexuality is an obscenity! Sodomy is the Devils work! I must make a stand for old fashioned Christian family values.

Mark, I think you have some explaining to do to your parents. I've told them everything. They are waiting for you upstairs.

Young lady, you'd better get cleaned up and then put these on. You're heading to a church retreat in the country."

She pointed to a pair of black canvas shoes, white ankle socks, an ankle length black and white check skirt, a plain white blouse and a knitted black sweater.

"You need to remove that slutty makeup but you can keep your hair."

I tied to argue but I couldn't make words. Such was the shock that it was like my heart and brain had been cut out. I just did as she said. I showered and cleaned myself up then got dry. I put on her clothes. I looked like a schoolgirl from the 1950's. Mark dressed silently and walked zombie like out of the room.

Mother ushered me across the driveway and into a strange car. She hurriedly started the engine and whisked me away. Tears welled in my eyes as I thought of what had just happened. I suddenly thought of Mark and how much I loved him. I wept at the thought of not seeing him again.

He never even said goodbye...