My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience - Sex Stories

My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience

... etched in a few areas, as well as dark stains likely from spilt beer from a typical drunkard’s stupor.

“Nice one!” the shorter man says.

“You first, or me?” she asks me, looking deep into my eyes. This is the closest I’ve been to her eyes; her bright, beautiful auburn eyes. They are drawing me in like a storm and I feel…frozen. I can’t respond. It’s like she’s put me in a trance.

“Ah, no problem. I’ll go first then. Get us on the board.”

“S–Sure…” I say.

“This is gonna’ be funny,” Mac mumbles and crosses his arms.

The men begin to chuckle and chirp us, but the girl’s long tanned legs and curvy butt catch their snickering tongues like a vice grip. The three of them, plus myself, are mesmerized by her contoured shape as she bends over the table and thrusts her pool cue forward.

SMACK. Three solid-coloured balls split in three different directions. They each find their respective pockets and the men fall silent.

She smacks her lips together assertively and makes a hop-like stride toward the white ball which happens to be sitting idly in front of me. “It’s your turn,” she whispers in my ear. I grab my cue, but then she clicks her tongue. “No, no. That one won't do. Use mine.” She places the cue into my hand, then gently slides her soft fingertips along my hand and down to my nails.

I swallow hard and bend over. I don’t even know how to shoot properly, but I’ve watched it before. How do my hands go? They feel uncomfortable. I feel their eyes judging me. ...

... But then a hand grazes the left side of my waist. I pray it’s hers and not one of the three brutes trying to cop a feel. But my eyes widen and my heart almost stops when I feel her hot breath close in on my ear and whisper, “I’ll show you.”

Her pelvis connects with my ass as she gently bends over the top of me.

She’s completely encasing me.

My face likely looks beet red right about now.

Her fingers trace a path on my bare skin, travelling from my shoulders to my wrists, before grasping my trembling hands. She adjusts them, presumably into the correct alignment, and directs my right arm backward. I can sense something pressed against my rear, pulsating as if alive. Could my initial suspicion about her be accurate? She's more than just an ordinary woman, isn't she?

Goosebumps erupt on my arms and, judging by the fleeting smile she tosses my way, she's aware of them too. My weak arm springs forward, striking the white ball. I wasn't even focused on the shot. Yet, I notice three other solids promptly settling into their designated pockets.

“Woah…” I say, but then I nod confidently, pretending I meant to do that.

“Cheaters!” Mac shouts accusingly waving his cue at us through clenched teeth. The damp patch on his shirt only accentuates his utterly drunken state.

I feel her warm body pull away from my backside to face the man. I wish that moment lasted a bit longer.

“Well? Will you let us finish?” she asks, “Or do you not want to be embarrassed by losing ...