Feature Writer: Boxlicker101
Feature Title: ANGEL 2
Published: 21.10.2007
Story Codes: Transgender
Synopsis: Disappointment and delight for the young T-girl —Angel 2: T-girl in the City – This is the second in the series about the life of Angel Jones, a beautiful English T-girl.
Angel 2
Angel Jones stepped off the train and hoped she was in the right place. It was noisy and confusing in the terminal, a far cry from the relatively quiet station in her home town where she had boarded the train that morning. One hand clutched a small suitcase that contained her makeup and clean lingerie and a few similar items. The other hand held her punched ticket, which Angel inspected again and compared to the visible signs. She was gratified to know that she was in the right place, at least so far. George Parker had shown himself to be a cad and a rotter, and Angel didn’t trust him to have told her the truth about the arrangements that he had made. He told her he was in a hurry to get her away from the local branch of the bank where they worked, and would pull some strings to get her treated like a VIP. Although Angel hadn’t believed him then, except for the part about being in a hurry, and didn’t completely believe him now, she was cautiously following his directions.
Fortunately, not all her memories of George Parker were bad ones. Angel had been very attracted to his rugged good looks and, one evening when they worked overtime together, she gladly surrendered her virginity to him on a sofa in the office. She remembered, with immense pleasure, how his cock felt when she engulfed it in her mouth, how thick and round it was as it glided in and out between her lips. Her tongue happily recalled caressing the smooth skin that stretched so tightly around its hardness. Her whole mouth had fond memories of being filled so pleasurably, and of the glorious sensation when she enveloped enough of his shaft to let the hard tip brush against the back of her throat. At the time, she wished she could have engulfed its entire length.
A few minutes later that evening, that same hard cock deflowered her as she lay, face down and naked, on the sofa. Her memories were still vivid of the exquisite pleasure she received as it wedged its way into her, gently stretching open her virginal pussy and the adjacent channel, and massaging her rear clit. It had been so long and thick and hard and, after achieving full penetration, had surged over and over into her as she reflexively thrust back to meet it. From the incredible pleasure that had radiated outward from its presence, Angel had cum twice, her front clit, just as hard as his cock, rubbing against the sofa cushions and squirting semen all over them and her own belly. George had been so manly, and so sweet and considerate to her during her deflowering, that Angel had hoped to be able to get together with him regularly in the days after their tryst. However, once he had taken his pleasure with her, he changed drastically, seeming to turn into a totally different person.
Her very first experience with sex as a T-girl was even more wonderful and exciting than she could ever have dreamed it would be, at least while it has happening. The aftermath, being reviled by the man she had trusted and given herself to, and being sent away by him, could never change that. The end result wasn’t really that bad either; she was in London, where she actually wanted to be anyhow, and her flat was waiting for her. And, after all, there were millions of men in the city, and some of them were sure to be single, and available, and to find her desirable.
There was supposed to be somebody there to pick her up, and Angel walked slowly to the area where men were standing and holding signs with people’s names on them. After less than a minute, she spotted her own name on a sign being held by a tall, handsome young chap with long blonde hair. He was wearing what was obviously a uniform, including a billed cap, and Angel started walking toward him.
Brian Hunter knew nothing about the woman he had been assigned to meet at the train station, except her name was Angel Jones, which matched the name on his sign. He suspected she was most likely some fat old frump who was a big stockholder in the bank that retained his company, or maybe the homely wife of a big shot executive. Whatever she was, this would be a really dull assignment. “Too bad it can’t be somebody like that bird over there,” he told himself, ogling a tall, sexy young blonde in a tight green dress.
He was amazed when the blonde walked up and spoke to him. “I’m Angel Jones. Are you here to pick me up?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Brian had a hard time not staring at her beautiful tits. Although not overly big, they were perfectly formed and jutted nicely. The only reason he could avoid staring at all was that the blonde’s face was almost as much of an attraction. He reasoned that this sexy bird couldn’t be the exec’s wife; she must a hot little tart he had on the side.
“Let me carry your bag, Ma’am.” Brian reached out to take her suitcase from Angel. “Do you have any more luggage?” He supposed the overnight case she was carrying contained a silk nightie, and he imagined the hot blonde wearing it. And then he pictured it crumpled around her feet, while she smiled at him alluringly, holding her arms out in a lascivious welcome.
“That’s okay. I can manage it. Yes, I have a trunk in the baggage car.”
Angel was still not very trustful, and preferred to hang onto her overnight case, although the blonde haired chap seemed like a decent sort. Even so, if he was a minion of George Parker, he might be up to no good. Angel didn’t really believe her former boss would try to do anything to hurt her here in London, but she wasn’t certain of anything about him.
“We’ll have to pick it up at the baggage window, so I can take it to the limo. Do you have your claim check?”
“Yes, right here.” Angel held onto it too, not wishing to relinquish it to anybody except the people who would accept it in exchange for her trunk.
Brian waited for his passenger to lead the way, hoping he could walk behind her and watch the movements of her shapely bum in the tight dress, until he realized she didn’t know where to go. “It’s over here,” he told her, starting toward the baggage counter.
They had to wait almost an hour. Angel fretted, but realized she was just one of many passengers. Brian didn’t mind the wait at all. For one thing, he got paid the same whether he was sitting in the train station or driving. Even more important, he enjoyed being in the company of hot birds, and his passenger that day was one of the hottest. He especially liked the fact that the waiting area was crowded, making it necessary that he sit close to her on the bench, even with his leg pressed against hers. He was sure he could never afford someone like her, but she was friendly enough, and she smiled a lot, giving Brian a wild hope that she might actually be attracted to him. He was aware of his own good looks and charm, but he was neither rich nor educated, and knew she was way out of his league. Still, there was always the possibility that she had an itch that needed scratching that day, and wanted to have it done by some young bloke, such as him.
Angel rather liked the young man who was sitting beside her. He seemed nice and was handsome and quite charming. She had asked him his name, and addressed him by it, but he still called her Ms Jones or Ma’am. Probably had to be formal toward his passengers, she reasoned but, once she was no longer a passenger, he might loosen up a little. Angel didn’t know anybody in the whole city, and she very much liked the thought of meeting and becoming good friends, maybe even sex partners, with an extremely desirable young chap like Brian.
Finally, her name was called, and she went to the counter to claim her trunk and, after inspecting Angel’s claim check, the railroad employees placed her baggage on a wheeled cart. Brian pushed it out to where his limousine was parked. After unlocking all the doors with his remote entry, he started to load it into the boot of the vehicle. Angel started to offer to help him, but refrained when she realized he could more easily do it himself. Instead, she contented herself with admiring the rippling muscles in his back and arms and legs as he hoisted one end of the trunk into the boot and slid it in the rest of the way. He was not only tall and handsome, but also quite muscular, and attractive in every way. Even so, at least for the time being, she preferred to hold onto her overnight case until she knew more about him and his instructions.
“Do you have the address where we’re going?” she asked the young man.
“Yes, Ma’am. It’s right here.”
After retrieving it from the front seat, Brian handed Angel the clipboard that held the work order he had been given earlier that day. He had been puzzled, because the address wasn’t one of the first-class hotels, which were the usual destinations of his passengers. In fact, he hadn’t even recognized the name of the street, and needed to look it up on a city map so he would know how to get there.
The address was correct. Angel had never been there, but the rental agent had sent her photographs and a description of the furnished flat, and the whole transaction had been done by post. She felt relieved when she saw the name and signature of the person who had ordered the limousine for her. From seeing it on letters and other documents, Angel recognized it as being the name of the personnel manager at the main office where she would be working. If it had been George Parker’s name, she might not have gotten into the limousine. Angel handed the clipboard back to Brian, along with her overnight case and, while he was placing them next to her trunk, opened the door and climbed into the front passenger seat.
He was surprised and elated at that. Usually, the swells sat by themselves in the back seat while he drove. Maybe this bird really was interested in cheating on the guy who was keeping her, and wouldn’t mind doing it with him. It was worth finding out and, as soon as he started driving toward their destination, he began chatting her up.
Angel was glad Brian was being so friendly, because she was becoming quite attracted to him. He had all the qualities she thought she liked in a man. Having been fooled so completely by George Parker, she was determined not to make that kind of mistake again, but Angel also knew that not all men were like him, not even all the good-looking ones. She decided it would be best for her to be open and honest, in the hopes that Brian would reciprocate. As she considered his attractiveness, Angel’s thoughts turned to another, more erotic subject.
The session with George Parker had been almost two weeks ago, and the memories she had of the physical pleasures of that evening made her want a repeat, but with some other guy. She could certainly do much worse than Brian. Besides being all things she would want in a man, he was apparently unattached. She suspected, correctly, that one of the reasons George Parker had acted like such a cad had been that he feared she might want to disrupt his marriage, although that had never been her intention. After that debacle, Angel resolved to never again get involved with a married man, as well as avoiding affairs with co-workers.
Another highly favorable thing about Brian was that they would soon be together, alone, in her flat, with a bed they could very well decide to use. The thought of doing, with Brian on that bed, the same things as she had done two weeks ago on a sofa made her pussy and her mouth start to tingle in anticipation. Even her clit started to stiffen. Angel wondered if his cock would do as good a job of sexually pleasuring her mouth and pussy as the only other one of her experience had done. The thought of Brian, his muscular and naked body lying on top of her and doing carnal things with her, made Angel smile lewdly to herself. Some might think her shameless, but she had been a good boy or girl all her life, and she felt herself entitled to a handsome boy friend and some fun with him, both in bed and out. And, why should that boy friend not be the man who was sharing the front seat of the limousine? Angel smiled, even more friendly than she had been, and moved as close to him as her seat belt allowed.
As the trip and the conversation continued, Brian fancied his chances with the young bird more all the time. She was smiling and friendly and seemed to be trying to sit closer to him. Mostly, though, he was sure she was lying to him. She told him she was a junior clerk at the bank, and he knew that couldn’t possibly be true. A junior would never be provided a limo. That would mean, he reasoned, she was trying to make him think she was available. Bored with her old man, maybe, and horny and looking for some action on the side. Well, he was just the bloke who could give it to her, but he had to be careful not to make any dumb moves. A quick toss in bed with her would be fun, but not worth losing his job over.
Their destination was a large, new building that looked as if it consisted of inexpensive flats. Brian knew that a place such as this would have a freight lift for baggage and furniture, and he drove around to the back to find it. There was even a friendly, middle-aged maintenance man there, who helped him carry it to the lift door. Admiring Angel’s beauty, the man offered to ride with them and help get it to her door, an offer they accepted. Brian hoped the old guy would leave after they got there, so as not to be in the way when he made a move on his sexy passenger.
He did leave, once the trunk was deposited inside the kitchen of the small flat. Brian handed Angel the work order, which included a statement that she had arrived safely at her destination, and was satisfied with the service. After signing it, she set it on top of the trunk and stood next to the nice young man, resting a hand affectionately on his shoulder. Brian was aware of the gesture, and thought he knew what it meant, so he started his pitch.
“Well, I got you here, all safe and snug as a bug in a rug, so you’re not really a passenger any more. Can I call you Angel?”
“Yes. In fact, I wish you would.”
“Well, er, Angel, since you’re new in the city, and probably don’t know many people yet, I was wondering, would you have dinner with me tonight? Maybe even go out dancing?”
“Yes, I’d love to. But there’s something about me you should know.”
“If a man asks you for a date, before you accept it, be honest with him, and make sure he knows you’re a T-girl. If you don’t, he may think you’ve tricked him or taken advantage of him, and you could be in a very dangerous situation.” That was what all of Angel’s counselors had strongly advised her, even describing dreadful things that had happened to a few T-girls who hadn’t done so.
Brian waited for Angel to tell him about her old man, knowing that it wouldn’t change his mind, and would only make him feel good about poaching on some swell’s territory.
“I’m a T-girl.”
“A what?”
“A T-girl. A transsexual. I used to be a boy but I was really meant to be a girl, so I changed myself to one.”
“What! Do you mean to tell me you’ve got a cock and balls under that dress?”
“Well, er, yes. I have.”
“You bitch! You rotten cunt! But you ain’t even got a cunt! You tricked me. I oughta beat the shit out of you, you fuckin’ poofter!” As he spoke, the enraged man glared at Angel and his hands formed menacing fists.
“But I’m not, and I didn’t mean to trick you.” Afraid of the infuriated man, who had seemed so nice just a few seconds earlier, Angel backed away so the trunk was between them, not much of a barricade, but better than nothing.
Brian’s sudden burst of rage abated slightly. Although still incensed, he told himself “I oughta bust her fuckin’ pretty face in. But she – or he or it or whatever – ain’t worth it.” He grabbed his clipboard off the trunk and strode angrily through the doorway and down the hall.
Still shaking, even though there was no longer any danger, Angel sat on one of the chairs in her kitchen. Thinking of the terrible things Brian had said to her made her start to cry. Nobody had ever acted like that, not even any of the boys she knew in school. They had called her a pouf too, and other names as well, but had never threatened her the way Brian did. For a long time, Angel sat, before getting up, closing the door and going to the bathroom to wash her face.
Although her first flirtation in London had turned out badly, she was not going to give up on finding the male companionship she wanted and deserved. Angel took some solace in the fact that a handsome and desirable young chap such as Brian had been attracted to her, and she was glad that she had been honest with him. If she had waited until they were out on the town, or back here, or even somewhere in between, his threats almost certainly would have been carried out.
After making her bed and hanging up some of her clothing, Angel felt pangs of hunger. She hadn’t eaten since that morning, and needed something fast, maybe from the fish and chips place they had passed on the way to her flat. Not wanting to attract any unwanted attention, she covered her shiny, blonde hair with a scarf and her sexy curves with a baggy raincoat before going out.
She took the same lift to the first floor, walked to the eatery and returned with a greasy bag of food. Not knowing there was another lift for passengers, Angel went to the same one she and Brian had used before, and met the same friendly maintenance man. He smiled at seeing the beautiful blonde again.
“You know, you don’t have to use this slow, dirty thing, if you don’t have freight,” he told her. “There’s a better one in the lobby. I’ll show it to you. My name’s Lionel, by the way. Anything you need, just give be a yell.” By that time, they were at the passenger lift, and the door was open.
“Thank you, Lionel. I’ll do that. My name is Angel Jones.” She held out her hand and he shook it somewhat tentatively. Angel felt she had made a friend.
After eating, her first meal in London, and not a particularly memorable one, Angel finished hanging up her clothing and otherwise getting her flat ready. Although still a little shaken in the wake of her encounter with Brian, she was tired and, after her usual nightly preparations, fell quickly asleep.
The next day was Wednesday, and Angel wouldn’t have to report to work until Monday, giving her time to inspect the neighborhood and buy food and supplies for the flat. She slept late, and after a shower in the tiny bathroom and getting dressed in her usual blouse and skirt, but with flat heels for walking, she set out to learn something of the area. This time, she took the passenger lift, which led to the lobby. When she walked out the front door, she saw Lionel, watering a row of bushes in front of the building.
“Good morning, Lionel.”
“Good morning, Ms. Jones.”
“Why don’t you call me Angel? I’m new in town and don’t know anybody, and I really want to be friends.”
“That’s fine, Angel. You can never have too many friends.”
After getting a bit of breakfast, she spent the rest of the morning familiarizing herself with the neighborhood, and stopped into a local pub for lunch. The other patrons were young people like her, and seemed quite affable, especially the men. Angel smiled back at their friendly faces, but didn’t want to get involved with anybody just then. After lunch, she went to a pharmacy and to the local grocers to stock up on some of the staples and supplies she would need, and to buy food for that night’s supper. Although not much of a cook, Angel didn’t want to make a habit of eating greasy takeout food like the fish and chips she had wolfed down the previous night.
When she returned to her building with two bags of groceries, Lionel was just finishing sweeping the lobby. “Hello, er, Angel. Would you like some help with those things?”
“Yes, thank you, Lionel. I would. It would be a bit of a chore carrying these bags and trying to use my key at the same time.”
Angel and Lionel rode together on the passenger lift and they each carried one of the bags to her door. He stood in the hall and, after depositing the one she was carrying onto the kitchen table, Angel took the other sack from him.
“Thank you, Lionel. You’re sweet.” Before closing the door, angel gave the friendly fellow an affectionate squeeze on his arm, and was surprised at how muscular he was.
The flat was a bit dusty, which bothered Angel because she liked things to be neat and tidy. She changed into older clothing and, using some of the things she had just bought, she spent the rest of the afternoon putting things to rights. When she was finished, her new home met her high standards, and it was time for supper, consisting of ground beef and noodles and a salad. When she finished, Angel washed the few dishes she had just used and thought about the day.
She had accomplished quite a lot, she thought, getting to know the neighborhood a bit, making friends with Lionel, cleaning, and stocking some of the shelves in her kitchen. It was still early in the evening, too early for sleeping, and Angel thought again about the neighborhood pub where she had eaten lunch. She was not a heavy drinker, but the people in the place had seemed quite cordial. She wondered if the same group, or others like them, would be there.
“Why not go and find out,” she asked herself. Unable to think of a reason and not wanting to anyhow, she showered to wash off the grime of her housecleaning, changed her clothes, combed her hair, and applied a dab of fresh lipstick.
Smiling and confident, Angel walked the short distance to the pub. Her smile broadened when she reached it, and saw the lights and heard the rock music that cascaded through the open door. She entered, and was pleased to see a good group of young men and women, including some unattached men. A few couples were dancing; some patrons were quietly drinking and talking and one couple was even making out in a dark booth.
“This looks like a fun place,” Angel told herself, and headed for the bar to order a white wine spritzer, the mildest drink they served.
When the bartender brought her drink, he told her “This is from Michael, the gentleman with the blue jacket,” and pointed in the direction of three men near the end of the bar.
The indicated man, a burly chap with short brown hair, smiled and waved. Angel, appreciating his generosity and friendliness, smiled and waved back. Immediately, Michael left the group and came to her side, carrying his pint of beer.
“Hi, I’m Mike. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before. You’re so beautiful, I sure would remember it if I had.”
“Thanks, Mike. And thanks for the drink. My name is Angel, and I was here for lunch today, but that was the first time. It looks like a nice, friendly place.” She took a sip of her wine spritzer.
“Oh, it is, Angel. And I’m the friendliest one here. Would you like another drink?”
“Not yet, Silly. I’ve just started this one.” Angel took another sip and smiled at Mike around the rim of the glass. He certainly seemed nice and good-natured, and he wasn’t bad looking either.
“Okay. Would you like to dance, then.”
“Yes, that sounds like fun.” He held her hand while they walked a few steps to a clear space in the area where there were two other couples dancing.
Angel was an excellent dancer, so much so that people often told her that she should go on stage. That was one of the things that had fed her ambition to become a professional entertainer. She enjoyed the music, and let herself go, smiling joyfully, and swinging her hips and breasts enthusiastically, in a way she hadn’t done in a long while. When the song ended, she and Mike returned to their drinks, where he stood closer to her, and placed his hand on the small of her back, in an affectionate, almost possessive gesture. Angel felt strongly attracted by his forthright manner and sturdy appearance, and he was obviously interested in her, so she thought she had better tell him about herself.
“Mike, you seem like a really sweet guy. But I think you should know. I’m a T-girl.”
He smiled at her confidence. “A T-girl? Does that mean you’re a terrific girl? ‘Coz, you’re that, alright.”
“Thank you. No, it means I’m a transsexual.”
“A transsexual? Wait a minute. Are you saying you were once a man but you changed yourself into a girl?’
“Sort of. From a boy to a girl, actually.”
“You’re a faggot! A God damned lousy faggot! Get out of here. Your kind ain’t wanted here. But if you ever tell anybody how you tricked me, I’ll break your fucking neck. You hear? Now get out of here, and don’t come back!” His voice was low and controlled, but there was no way to miss the venom in it, and Angel realized his threat was very real.
Mike turned away from her to return to his friends, frantically trying to think up a plausible excuse to explain why he was leaving such a beautiful and sexy bird, when things had seemed to be going so well with her. Under no circumstances would he ever tell them or anybody else he had been fooled by a faggot, and tricked into buying it a drink and dancing with it.
“But I’m not! I’m a woman,” Angel protested, without avail, to his retreating back. The evening was ruined, and the pub was probably ruined for her too. Quickly, she turned and walked out the door and returned to her flat, where she sat, crying and asking herself what was wrong with the men she had tried to meet.
“I am a girl – a woman. Why can’t they see that?” Angel knew she was a woman. She felt like a woman, and she looked like a woman, and if guys like Mike – and Brian – were too stupid to see that, it was too bad. She would not give up, though. Although resolved, she didn’t stop crying that night until she finally fell asleep.
It was fairly late when Angel awoke the next morning and, as she lay in bed, she did have some doubts about her own femaleness. The reaction to her forthrightness by Mike the previous night, preceded by that of Brian the day before still bothered her. The insults she had suffered from her classmates, male and female, had bothered her too, but they had been provincial children who couldn’t be expected to know any better. Brian and Mike were city men, who should have been, comparatively at least, men of the world, and their unequivocal rejections, combined with threats of violence, were another matter. George Parker, bad as his behavior was later, had at least accepted her as a woman, and treated her as one. For that matter, so had his brother, William, although that may have just been his professionalism.
Thinking about those two men, especially George, brought something else to the front of her mind. She was horny, even hornier than she had been while sitting in the limousine with Brian. The sex had been great that one time, and she wanted more of it, but it looked as if it might be a forlorn hope. She could easily masturbate her clit, and had done so since that night. Her pussy, however, yearned to be filled the way George’s cock had filled it. Angel was aware she could get a dildo and use it, but it wouldn’t be at all the same thing. Once her pussy had experienced a real cock with a real man driving it in and out, poking herself with a rubber thing would never be satisfying.
“Well, whatever I do about it, it won’t do me any good to lie around and mope,” she told herself, and slid out of bed to head for the bathroom.
After showering, getting dressed, and making her bed, Angel sat in her kitchen to eat her breakfast of toast and marmalade with coffee and fruit. She had decided she would need to replace most of her wardrobe, because she was outgrowing her clothing. The dress she had chosen to put on that day was too tight, especially around her breasts and hips, because the female hormones she had to keep taking were causing her to continue growing in those places. Even her lingerie, although the fabric felt good against her skin, was all becoming small for her, or she was becoming big for it. Either way, it would almost all need to be replaced. She had saved most of her money ever since starting to work at the bank eight months earlier, and could easily afford to do so, even restocking her closet with new skirts and blouses and dresses. She still had a few days before starting work at her new job, and that day would be a good time to get started.
As she thought about a shopping spree, which would also have been comforting, Angel heard a vacuum cleaner operating in the hallway outside her door. She wondered if Lionel was the one using it, and that started another chain of thought in her mind. He was about the same age as George Parker, besides being quite good sized and muscular, the way George was. He wasn’t particularly handsome, but he did have a pleasant face, with regular features, and seemed like a nice guy. He would have no way of knowing she was a T-girl, and Angel wondered how he would react if she told him. That started her wondering about him as a sex partner, and if he would be willing and what he would be like. After a few seconds of thinking about it, her curiosity changed to interest, and then the desire that had been building over the last two weeks came to the fore.
“Only one way to find out,” she told herself.
Angel opened the door and looked out. It was Lionel and, even as she looked at his back, she noted his solid, muscular look. He stopped at the end of the hallway, turned off the vacuum cleaner, unplugged it, and started back in her direction, rolling the cord onto the handle as he walked.
“Good morning, Lionel,” Angel greeted him, with her friendliest smile.
“Good morning, Angel.”
“Could you come in here for a minute? I’ve got something I want to ask you.”
“Sure thing. Let me finish this, though.” Lionel rolled up the rest of the cord, pushed the vacuum cleaner against the wall and walked through the door Angel was holding for him.
“What can I do for you,” he asked when he was standing in her kitchen, and Angel had closed and locked the door.
“Lionel, do you think I’m pretty?”
“I think you’re beautiful. Probably the best looking woman I know.”
“What if I told you I’m not really a woman?”
“I wouldn’t believe you. And, I would wonder why you would say such a thing.”
“Well, I’m a T-girl.”
“Ah, I see. Well, whether you were born a girl or made yourself into one later, it’s all the same. You’re a woman if you consider yourself to be one. One of my nieces has a good friend who’s a T-girl, and she’s one of the nicest and prettiest girls I know.”
“Did you ever have sex with her? The niece’s friend, I mean.”
“Oh, no. She’s young enough to be my daughter.”
“Well, so am I. Would you ever have sex with me?” Angel could hardly believe she had said such a thing. Although embarrassed, she wouldn’t have taken it back, even if she could have.
“Well, er…ah…” Lionel shuffled his feet in consternation. From the first time he saw Angel, he had fantasized about sex with her, but he didn’t quite know how to answer her.
Although almost as embarrassed, Angel’s sexual needs and desires, which were growing stronger by the second, drove her forward. They were already standing near one another in the tiny kitchen, but she moved even closer, almost pressing her body against his, and put one hand on his shoulder. With the other, she held Lionel’s wrist, and raised his arm to rest his hand on her right breast. Almost reflexively, he gently squeezed her there. Angel was shocked at her own boldness, but she had already gone too far to back out. Lionel certainly didn’t seem to be objecting anyhow.
In fact, when she moved her left side in closer, his other hand went to that breast and fondled her there too. He was quite surprised to find her soft and apparently 100% natural. His niece’s friend wasn’t the only other T-girl of his acquaintance, but both she and the other one, the friend he had sex with a few years ago, had breasts that were mostly silicone. Angel’s were real, and felt as good in his hands as they looked under her tight dress. On her tiptoes, she was almost as tall as he was and, when he saw her lips approaching his face, he leaned forward to meet them.
On their first kiss, as well as their second, their mouths were soft but they kept them closed. On the third, Lionel opened his mouth and thrust his tongue forward, meeting her lips, which quickly opened and granted him entrance. Once inside her mouth, he felt the tip of her tongue licking the underside of his. Although Angel’s breasts were wonderful in his hands, he was positive the rest of her body would feel just as good, or better. He proved it to himself by wrapping his arms around her and running his hands in a long, slow caress down her back, encircling the succulent cheeks of her ass and ending with his hands on her hips, pulling her against himself. Their mouths remained pressed together while his hands explored her gorgeous body.
Angel broke off the kiss and leaned back against Lionel’s hands to smile at him. “Come here,” she whispered, taking hold of his shirt sleeve and leading him into her bed-sitting room. She was glad she had made her bed that morning, not wanting to appear slovenly. It didn’t stay made very long, though, because she pulled the blankets and top sheet off, leaving just the bottom sheet and two pillows. Angel had hopes of squirting at least one load of semen, and she wanted the wash-up afterwards to be as simple as possible.
Standing beside her bed, Angel unbuttoned Lionel’s green shirt that had his name embroidered over the breast pocket. She was delighted at the sight of the curly mat of dark hair on his chest, and at the way it tickled the backs of her hands. As he stripped off the shirt and tossed it onto the floor, she turned her back to him and reached up to unhook the neckline of her dress. Taking the very unsubtle hint, Lionel unzipped it down to her waist and, after she turned back to face him, she pulled her arms out of the sleeves and let the dress fall to her waist.
Placing her hands on her hips, she pushed the garment down to the floor, stepped out of it and kicked it aside. The dress was one of the things she was going to replace anyhow, so Angel didn’t care much about it. With it gone, she was wearing nothing but her stockings and lacy, blue French knickers with a matching bra.
Realizing how Lionel’s fingers had fumbled with her zipper, and probably would not be equal to the intricacies of her bra clasp, Angel reached one hand up behind her back and deftly unhooked it. Her other hand held the cups in place and she decided to put on a little show, rather than simply removing it. Although still not as large as she would have liked, she knew her breasts were attractive, and she liked having them appreciated. Thrusting them out, she simultaneously pulled the bra away and tossed it onto the bed.
Lionel’s response was gratifying to her, and she knew it was completely sincere. Murmuring his appreciation, he cupped one breast in either hand and bent down to lick her nipples. It was a new experience for her, and the touch of his soft, wet tongue sent pleasure churning through her body. Her nipples had already been semi-hard when she removed her bra, but his very intimate caresses caused them to quickly become fully erect, and what his tongue was doing caused a similar result with Angel’s clit.
“Mmmmm, Lionel, that feels really good.” She wondered if having their breasts licked was something that normally happened to T-girls when they made love, and certainly hoped it would be, at least to her.
“You have beautiful breasts, Angel, and I want to kiss and lick them some more. Why don’t you lie down?”
Angel took his suggestion, but she kept her hands covering the bulge in her knickers caused by her stiffening clit. Lionel didn’t seem to notice her growing erection and, after taking off his shoes and socks, he lay on his side next to her. Leaning over Angel, he cupped her breasts in his hands again, and kissed either of them several times before his tongue resumed licking her nipples. The touch of his lips and his tongue sent more shivers through Angel’s body, and she could feel that her clit had become fully erect in response.
Lionel raised his head from her breasts and smiled, and Angel took that as a suggestion that she should reciprocate. To her, that meant just one thing, and she sat up, hands still covering her pubic area, and slid off the bed to kneel on the floor so she could start doing it. Lionel followed her part of the way, to sit on the edge of the bed facing her. He would be unable to see her crotch while she was kneeling, so Angel reached out with both hands to unfasten Lionel’s belt, unbutton his pants and unzip the fly. When she put her fingers inside the waistband, preparing to remove them, he raised himself off the bed enough for her to pull them around his hips and ass. After working them around his knees, Angel pulled Lionel’s pants the rest of the way off and dropped them onto the floor.
He was still wearing Y-fronts, and Angel could see a bulge in them much bigger than that in her own knickers. She smiled at the sight and slipped her fingers inside the elastic band of the shorts. He raised himself again, and moved forward, eager for what he was sure the young beauty was about to start doing to his cock. Carefully, she worked the stretchy fabric around his erection until it popped loose, and she continued by pulling the garment down and off and tossing it on top of his pants. His cock was fully erect, and its size and firmness, bigger than George Parker’s had been and just as hard, merited a happy smile from Angel. She avidly anticipated how much fun it would give her, first in her mouth and then in her pussy.
Lionel was sitting on the edge of the bed, so Angel moved closer, until she was kneeling between his knees. Leaning an elbow on one muscular thigh, and holding his cock in the fingers of the other hand, she leaned forward to fondle the head with her tongue, feeling the shaft become even harder in her hand. She continued licking the velvety tip, recalling how good it had felt to her tongue the only other time she had done it. This cock felt every bit as good as the other one had, and Angel lowered her face enough to take the head of it into her mouth and lick under the ridge and along the slit in the end. Lionel moaned in pleasure, and leaned back to enjoy how it felt, and to enjoy the sight of his erect shaft sliding into the T-girl’s pretty face.
As she had been the other time, Angel was careful about how far she took it into her mouth. After less than four inches, she felt the tip against the back of her throat, and she stopped at that point. One of the two least erotic things she could imagine happening to her at a time like that would be gagging or choking on a man’s cock, and she wanted to take no chances of that happening. Angel had heard of “deep throating” a cock, and hoped to learn how some day but, until then, she would have to be careful, and settle for just taking them in as far as she safely could.
Angel licked the hard cylinder in her mouth as far as her tongue could reach. She loved everything about having Lionel’s nice, hard cock there, from the way it spread open her lips with its thickness to the way the smooth, tight skin felt on her tongue. She even enjoyed knowing how she was giving him so much pleasure, as evidenced by his sighs and moans. As much fun as it was, however, the needs of her pussy were more urgent just then, and she would only suck it briefly. She had no doubt that Lionel would enjoy fucking her just as much as what she was doing then. After a few more strokes, she stopped, took his cock out of her mouth, licked it a few times, and held it in front of her face as she smiled at him around it.
He had expected to be sucked off, and Lionel was quite disappointed when Angel did not put his cock back into her mouth. His disappointment changed to elation, however, when he realized he was in for an even greater treat. After turning away to a sitting position and peeling her stockings down and off, Angel got to her feet, went to a chest of drawers and took out condoms and a plastic bottle of Aqualube. She had impulsively bought them from the neighborhood pharmacy the previous day. Angel walked backward over to the bed, and handed him the bottle and packet, while she knelt in front of his knees again. Angel believed that Lionel’s seeing her erect clit, which was anatomically identical to his cock except for being much smaller, to be the other least erotic thing that might happen at a time like this.
Still kneeling, she watched while he opened the package and removed a condom in its foil wrapper. Deftly, he tore the wrapper open, took out the rubber disk, placed it on the tip of his cock and easily rolled it onto his wet shaft. Angel was glad it was so simple, because she wanted to be able to do it in the future. She thought it would be much more erotic, and more pleasing to Lionel or any other man, if she was able to prepare him for any fucking they would want to do.
“Lie down on the bed here, Angel, and I’ll get you and me lubed up.” Lionel’s voice was husky from his arousal, and he was breathing hard, because he was as eager as she. He moved to the end of the bed so she could climb on easily.
Still wearing her knickers and keeping her back to him, Angel climbed onto the bed and lay face down with a pillow under her belly. She shoved her hands into the waistband of her knickers to keep her clit clear of the elastic while Lionel was removing her last garment. As soon as Angel was in position, she felt the backs of his fingers against the soft skin of her hips and, a second later, felt the knickers being pulled around her ass, down her legs and off around her feet. Completely naked, Angel reached both hands back and spread her cheeks so Lionel could apply the lubrication they would need.
“You have a really beautiful pussy,” he told her.
It wasn’t flattery on his part. He regarded Angel as one of the loveliest women he had ever even seen, and easily the best looking one he had ever seen naked. Her pussy, in particular, was a thing of great beauty, pink and creamy white and soft and smooth, with the delightful pink hole in the middle. As he started applying the lubricant, Lionel wondered just how he had come to be so lucky as to be on the verge of fucking someone and something so wonderful.
For the second time in her life, Angel felt the neck of a plastic bottle being twisted and inserted into her pussy, followed by the cool gush of its contents. She shivered with delight when the thick finger of Lionel thrust inside her and carefully spread the lubricant as far in her pussy as it could reach, and all around the edges of the hole that he was about to start pleasuring. When he withdrew his finger, she knew he was preparing his cock, and her hands continued holding her pussy open.
There was silence for a few seconds before Lionel spoke. “Wouldn’t you rather lie on your back?”
Angel thought she had heard correctly, but she twisted her body and turned her head enough to look at the man who had just made such an unexpected suggestion. “On my back?”
She couldn’t imagine how that would be practical or even possible. Her therapist had told her the normal position for her to be in while having sex would be face down, as she was then. The other time she had been fucked, the man had lain lengthwise on her back, and it had worked quite well. The fucking had worked well, at least. She was aware that face to face in the missionary position was the most common way men and women – natural women – had sex, but she thought it wouldn’t work with her, because of her clit. Even if the man wasn’t repelled by the sight of it standing up erect, it and her balls would be in the way when he tried to lie on top of her.
“Yes,” Lionel answered. “We can put the pillows under your hips to raise your pussy, and I can play with your clit so we cum at the same time.” He also liked the idea of being able to watch Angel’s succulent naked body as she moved under him, but he decided against mentioning that.
The concept was something totally new and unexpected. Not only might a man not be repelled by her erect clit, he would actually be willing to touch her there. Earlier, when Angel had sucked Lionel’s cock, she had enjoyed watching the look of bliss on his face, and it had been the same with her only other sex partner. It should be even more fun to watch his face while they were fucking, and it would last longer. Still having some trepidation, Angel took the pillows from the head of the bed and under her waist and handed them to Lionel while she turned over onto her back.
He seemed to ignore her erect clit when, with Angel raising her ass from the bed, he slipped the pillows into place under her. For her, the position was an unaccustomed one, as was the view she had, looking up her body and seeing her hard clit swaying from side to side, and Lionel’s smiling face above that. It looked as if he knew what he was doing, so Angel listened to his directions, and did what he told her.
“Now, hold your pussy open for me like you did before. Yeah, like that,” he added when Angel reached both hands under her body to spread her cheeks, and he moved in closer, guiding his cock with one hand.
When the blunt tip pressed against its target and Lionel moved it slightly, seeking an opening, Angel moved her fingers to the puckered edges to better provide one. Still holding his cock in one hand, he moved the tip, placing it between her fingers, and gave a strong thrust into the tiny hole she was creating. The head wedged into her, and Angel moaned from the sudden eruption of pleasure that washed from her pussy through her entire body.
“Did that hurt?”
No! No! It feels wonderful. Don’t stop.” There had been a very small amount of pain at first, but it was immediately overwhelmed by the incredible pleasure.
Lionel didn’t want to stop, but he would do anything he could to avoid causing Angel any kind of pain, or giving her anything but the best time he could. He was aware that sometimes some skin can be painfully caught or pinched but, as long as nothing like that was happening, he would continue easing his cock into her. Lionel gave another firm thrust forward. Angel was tighter than he had expected, but almost an inch of his hard shaft squeezed into her, eliciting another moan. From the smile on her face and the way Angel’s eyes were closed in bliss, he knew for sure it was not an expression of pain, and was elated that his cock felt so good to her.
Everything about what they were doing felt good to Lionel, and he expected it to continue feeling good for a long time before their climax. The tightness of Angel’s pussy was squeezing his cock the way it hadn’t been squeezed in a long time, maybe ever, and the view he had of her was a delightful one. Her beautiful face was a mask of pleasure and her lovely breasts swayed enchantingly. He knew how to make it even better for her, which would make it better for him too.
“Angel, why don’t you lift your legs and put your feet against my shoulders? It’ll feel better for both of us.”
She tried to raise her legs to do as he suggested, but it was difficult from the position her body was in. His cock was deep enough in her pussy that he no longer needed to guide it, so Lionel reached his arms under her knees and raised her legs to let her ankles rest against his strong shoulders. Angel giggled slightly when she felt the thick hair on his chest tickling her calves. She wouldn’t have believed it possible, but she really did get more pleasure from the new position, especially when Lionel smiled at her and placed his hands on the fronts of her thighs.
It felt even better when, pulling against her legs for leverage, he drove more of his shaft into her. Not only did its thickness stretch the entrance to Angel’s pussy and the adjacent love channel, the head of his cock was starting to massage her prostate gland, which she had come to think of as her rear clit. She moaned loudly and her body writhed from the intense pleasure Lionel was already giving her, and his cock was still less than half-way inside her pussy.
The Aqualube was working perfectly, and the heat of their bodies was converting it to a slick, thin liquid. With another strong thrust, most of Lionel’s shaft was imbedded in her, and he followed that by easing it out, pausing briefly, and slowly plunging it back into the T-girl’s tight pussy. The sensation of his cock burrowing into her was so wonderful that Angel fucked back to meet it, taking it all the way inside herself, until Lionel’s pubic hair tickled the soft skin inside her buttocks.
“Uh! Uh!” she whimpered from the incredible pleasure, which mounted rapidly as he continued his long, slow strokes, with Angel thrusting her pussy back to meet every one of them.
After just a few minutes, she could feel her clit throbbing, and Angel knew she was almost ready to cum. She tried to reach out for it, but had difficulties from the angle involved, especially with the way the extreme pleasure was making her body thrash from side to side on the bed. Lionel saw her, realized what she was trying to do, and moved one hand over from her thigh to gently hold her clit.
“Let me do that, Angel.”
He started driving his cock into her pussy faster, while stroking her clit at the increased speed. More and greater waves of joy swept through Angel from her clit where he was caressing her, added to those that continued to wash over her body from where his cock was cramming her pussy so full. Like a sudden giant tsunami, a feeling of absolute ecstasy overtook her, rising up to inundate her entire body, and she climaxed, arching her back and giving an incoherent, shout of total bliss, as her semen gushed all over Lionel’s hand and her own legs and belly. It was, by far, the greatest orgasm she had ever had.
The pace of the cock plunging in and out of her pussy slowed back to where it had been, but Lionel didn’t stop. Neither he nor Angel wanted to stop, but she did apologize for spraying her semen all over his hand.
Lionel smiled. “It was my pleasure, Angel, and I can easily wash my hands. I’m glad it was so good for you, and I hope the next time you cum, we’ll cum together, and it’ll be even better.”
“Do you think we can?” Angel fervently hoped so. She had always been told that was what a man and a woman should try to do. She and Lionel set out trying to achieve that pinnacle, fucking slowly, with long strokes deep into her pussy.
Already, just a few minutes after her momentous orgasm, Angel’s pleasure was already building up, as if to accomplish the goal they had set. Every time Lionel drove his cock into her pussy, and Angel fucked back to meet it, it felt as if he were stretching her open for the first time. The Aqualube was entirely liquefied and, although she was as tight as ever and his cock was quite large, there was no friction as it plunged in and out cramming her full and caressing her rear clit. His hand still lightly held her front clit, and they both knew it was becoming stiff again, but he hadn’t started stroking her yet.
“Oooooo! Oooooo!” Angel moaned from the incredible pleasure, which was growing to be more and more every time Lionel’s cock surged into her. “Oh, my God, that feels so good.”
It continued feeling good for a long time. Lionel slowly stroked into her, delighted that his cock was giving Angel so much joy, because he was getting just as much from her. Everything about the lovely T-girl and what they were doing for each other was the best in his experience. This went all the way from his view of her beautiful face and sexy body as she pitched and rolled from side to side in front of him, to the way her pussy squeezed and released his cock as he plunged it in and out. He could feel his own climax building, so he started slowly stroking Angel’s clit.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Angel whimpered, as the incredible pleasure Lionel’s cock was giving to her pussy was increased by what his hand was doing for her clit. “Faster! Faster! I’m ready to cum!”
“Me too!”
Lionel did what Angel wanted, driving his cock into her faster, and she responded by matching the increased pace. He pumped her clit up and down at the greater speed, until it started jerking in his hand. Sighing loudly, he felt his pleasure welling up from all his extremities and concentrating in his groin. Almost like an explosion, he climaxed, ejaculating into his condom. He continued for a few more thrusts, squirting out more semen, until he was through cumming.
The cock surging into her pussy and the surprisingly soft hand rapidly stroking her clit pushed Angel over the edge at the same time. She thought there was an abrupt swelling of the big shaft deep inside her, and she heard Lionel give a loud gasp, just as her clit exploded. Semen gushed from her, once again covering his hand and her legs and belly. A second and a third spurt added to the sticky mess, as Angel and Lionel did what they considered the ultimate, cumming at the same time.
After their wonderful mutual climax, Lionel, not as young as he used to be, had to lie down for a few minutes. Wanting to keep his cock, which had given her such a massive amount of pleasure, in her pussy for as long as she could, Angel turned on her side to face him and let her legs slide down until he was between them. They smiled at one another, not knowing quite what to say, until she broke the silence.
“Lionel, that was just fantastic. You may never know what a really wonderful thing you did for me today.”
“I’m glad it was good for you because it was nothing short of terrific for me.”
“Anyhow, it answered my question about whether I was a woman or not.” Even with her own semen smeared all over the front of her body, Angel felt her femininity more at that moment than she ever had.
They lay in silence for a few more minutes, until Lionel’s cock softened and slipped out of the place where it had given and gotten so much pleasure. A few minutes later, he slid down to the foot of the bed and stood up. He thought Angel might have been sleeping, because her eyes were closed, and he didn’t want to disturb the sweet and lovely T-girl. He was mistaken, though, and she opened her eyes and smiled up at him.
He smiled back at her. “I have to get back to work, Angel.”
She understood that completely, and got off the bed too, still naked. Her pussy was a bit sore, but not as much as it had been the night her virginity was taken. Angel didn’t mind. The soreness when she moved reminded her of what a wonderful time she had just had with Lionel. She hoped there would be more like it in the future, although her feelings toward him were no more than affectionate. She liked him, a lot more than she had a few hours earlier, but there was no infatuation as there had been toward George Parker and his brother before that.
Lionel flushed his condom down the toilet, washed his hands and got dressed while Angel covered her nudity with a bathrobe and sat on a chair in the kitchen to wait for him. When he was ready, she walked him to the door, where he turned to face her again. After checking and seeing nobody was in the hallway, they shared a close embrace, and a long, warm kiss, with both their mouths closed. They were very good friends, but no more than that, at least not right at that moment.
After closing and locking the door, Angel lay back down in bed, to rest from her exertions. A huge smile creased her face as she thought of what she had done that morning. Lionel was a real man, and he recognized her as a real woman. If Mike, from last night, and Brian from the day before didn’t realize it, that was their loss. They were just rough, ignorant young twits who had foolishly rejected some of the best fucking they would ever have a chance at.
Angel smiled again when she thought about how Lionel had responded to her. She thought of herself as having been something of a wanton, throwing herself at him like that, but it had worked out for the best, and she had absolutely no regrets over it. Once she had rested a bit, she would need to shower again, to wash off all the semen she had smeared herself with from her two great climaxes and the Aqualube that was dripping from her pussy and down her legs. When that was done, she would need to remake the bed with a clean bottom sheet. After that, she would go on the shopping spree she had been planning earlier, but it wouldn’t be a matter of comforting herself. Instead, it would be a celebration of her femaleness.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO