Feature Writer: Boxlicker101
Feature Title: ANGEL 5
Published: 29.11.2007
Story Codes: Transgender
Synopsis: Angel finds a new partner & learns a great new position — Chapter 5: A T-girl’s Sex Life
Angel 5
On Monday morning, Angel Jones woke up smiling and with a feeling of well-being. She was still feeling the effects of the great sex that she enjoyed Friday night and Saturday morning, and the plaudits of the people at the Friday dance at the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgendered Association. She was also enthusiastic about her job, and wanted to do as good a job as she could at the bank. When she arrived there, a few minutes earlier than usual, the guard recognized her and let her in.
“Good morning, Miss. Jones,” he greeted her, his right hand touching his forehead in salute.
“Good morning, Constable McGowan.”
The guard was a former police constable, who had retired after 25 years of public service. He was about 50 years old, big and solidly built, and his presence in the bank gave Angel a strong feeling of security. She also liked the man personally, and she knew he was quite attracted to her. He had never said or done anything the least bit flirtatious, but she was aware of the many admiring looks he had sent her way. If it weren’t for the fact that he was a coworker, she would have even been sexually attracted to him, because he was exactly the type of man she favored.
That day was quite routine, as were the next three days. Her evenings through Wednesday, were also spent in much the usual way, at the GLBTA, but Lizzie drove her straight home from the meetings each evening. On Thursday night, when Angel disembarked from the bus and walked to the door of her building, the wonderful sexual experiences on the preceding Friday night and Saturday morning had faded to an extremely pleasant memory. There had been nothing since then, and she was starting to become quite horny. Lionel was in the lobby, and Angel wondered whether or not he would want to join her in her flat to alleviate that condition. She approached him with a smile on her face, and he smiled back at her.
“Hello, Angel. I’ve got some news for you,” he greeted his beautiful friend.
“Hello, Lionel. I’d love to hear it, but I don’t have time to listen right now. Why don’t you come up to my flat and tell me about it? I have something in the bedroom that wants your attention anyhow.”
From the way she was smiling and from her choice of words, Lionel knew what she meant. “Let me just sign out here, Angel, and I will ride up on the lift with you. I will be more than happy to take care of what is needed in your bedroom.”
Knowing about the video cassette recorders, they stood on opposite sides of the lift cab during the ride up to Angel’s floor, and were equally circumspect while walking down the hallway to her flat. Once inside with the door locked, however, they started doing what they had gone there for, beginning with a warm embrace and long kiss. When they broke it off, Lionel sat down to untie his shoes and removed them and his socks, while Angel hung up her coat and kicked off her pumps. They resumed hugging, with their tongues caressing each other, while they sidled into Angel’s bed-sitting room. The embrace ended only when they were standing next to her bed, and she was unbuttoning Lionel’s shirt.
While Angel’s fingers were busy, his were also, with the buttons on her blazer and, when those were loosened, with the ones on her blouse. She finished first, and Lionel turned around so his shirt could be removed and tossed onto the bed. He removed her jacket and hung it over a chair that sat across from the bed, and finished what he had started doing with her blouse. When she turned around to let him remove it and hang it over the same chair, he unhooked Angel’s bra. Sometimes she teases a bit, and makes men wait to see her breasts, and nobody has complained, because they are well worth the few second’s wait, but that was not one of those times. After draping the bra on top of her other clothing, Angel turned around, thrusting out her succulent breasts, making them fully available to pleasure Lionel’s eyes, hands and mouth.
They were truly a delight to all three, and he cupped them in either hand, and started licking one of Angel’s nipples, noting how it quickly became erect under his ministrations. There was most definitely something in her bedroom that wanted his attention, and he provided it diligently. While he held her luscious breasts and switched his tongue back and forth, both nipples became fully rigid. Angel stopped him from going any further until they both got more comfortable.
“I love what you’re doing, Lionel, but let me lie down so you can do it even better.” Before lying down, Angel unbuttoned, unzipped and stepped out of her skirt, hanging it on the chair with her other clothing.
Wearing only her knickers and stockings, she lay on her back on the bed. Lionel immediately joined her, and bent over to resume worshipping her luscious breasts. Once again, he held one of the beautiful twins in either of his hands and licked their nipples, alternating between the erect, pink nubbins. Pleasure gushed forth from her nipples to flow through Angel’s body. It became even better when Lionel drew one of the delectable globes into his mouth and started sucking on it, while his tongue continued to caress the hard nipple and the surrounding areola. Once again, he switched his attentions between the succulent orbs while Angel’s upper body writhed on the bed. As much fun as he was having, and as he knew she was having, Lionel knew from the way her clit was stretching her knickers that it was time to move on to even more delightful activities.
After he had pulled that garment down and off, leaving Angel clad in only her stockings, she grinned at him lasciviously. “You know where the condoms and the Aqualube are, don’t you,” she asked him.
He nodded his head and, while he was retrieving them from the top drawer of the chest in the corner, Angel piled up both pillows. She got to her hands and knees, with the small pile under her waist, and reached back to spread her ass cheeks. While she waited for him, Lionel removed his pants and Y-fronts and rolled a condom onto his erect cock. With that part of his preparations complete, he removed the cap from the plastic bottle and placed the neck against her adorable pink pussy. After twisting it back and forth, making a slight penetration, he squeezed in a big glob of the lubricant.
Angel murmured happily when she felt its coolness gushing into her pussy, and even more happily as Lionel’s finger entered her and spread it evenly all around the inside. When he was through preparing her pussy, Angel got onto her back, her legs spread wide apart and her hips resting on the pillows. She watched Lionel as he coated his cock with the Aqualube and wiped the excess from his hands and fingers. He was kneeling, and he moved forward on his knees, his cock aimed at the hole he had just lubricated.
Reaching her arms under her body, Angel spread her cheeks again, and shivered with delight when she felt the blunt tip of Lionel’s cock pressing against her. He moved it up and down, and she moved her finger tips closer together to create a larger hole for him. He gave a firm push, and the head of his cock wedged its way into the place where he and Angel wanted it. She moaned blissfully at the burst of pleasure that radiated out from where she was being forced open, and Lionel sighed happily when he felt her ring of muscle squeezing the head of his cock. They stayed that way for a few seconds, letting the intense pleasure wash over both their bodies, before he thrust forward again, driving in almost an inch of his hard shaft.
That was what Angel wanted, except she wanted more, every inch of Lionel’s cock that he had to give her. She smiled encouragement at him, and continued holding herself open, while her body squirmed on the bed in front of him. “Oh, God, that’s good,” she murmured.
Lionel responded by driving in more of his hard shaft. Angel’s pussy was tight enough and he had penetrated her deeply enough that he no longer needed to guide his cock, so he reached under her legs to raise them. When Angel’s ankles rested against his shoulders, he noted that she had not removed her stockings, and he enjoyed the added sensation of the fabric against his skin. The palms of his hands were placed, naturally, on her thighs, for leverage and to enjoy her supple skin and firm flesh. Pressing there, and thrusting forward again, he drove almost two more inches of his shaft into Angel’s pussy. Her tightness, and the way her whole body was writhing under him added to the thrills of pleasure that rippled through him from his cock as she massaged it with her movements.
The lovely T-girl was feeling multiple thrills of her own. She enjoyed the fabric of her sheer, silky stockings as it rubbed against the soft skin of her thighs. Much more than that, she loved the way Lionel’s thick shaft stretched the opening to her pussy with every stroke, sending pleasure rocketing through her body. As it plunged in more deeply, it expanded her channel, and another kind of delight radiated out from its presence. The best part was when the head of Lionel’s cock massaged her rear clit as he drove it into her and again when he drew back. Bliss throbbed through her whole body from all three places as well as from the skin of her thighs. Her clit was fully erect and, when she wanted him to, Lionel would stroke her there until they both climaxed.
But they were both having so much fun, they hoped that wouldn’t happen for a long time. The next time Angel felt Lionel’s cock surging into her pussy, she fucked back to meet it, multiplying the pleasure for both of them. His shaft was almost all the way inside her, and every thrust drove it even deeper, sending waves of intense pleasure crashing through her body.
“Oh, I love that, Lionel,” she murmured. “It gets better and better every time.”
He smiled down at the beautiful T-girl. “I’m glad, because it gets better for me too.”
It continued better for both of them. Neither was in any hurry, and they both wanted to enjoy their fucking as much as they could and for as long a time as they could. Lionel drove his cock in and out of his sexy partner’s pussy, and she matched his slow pace. As Angel looked up at his happy, smiling face, she drew pleasure from that too, glad that she could give her friend so much joy while receiving so much from him. She smiled at him and tilted her head back against the mattress.
For a long time, they fucked like that, with both of them feeling their pleasure mounting toward ecstasy. Finally, Angel felt her clit throbbing, and knew she was almost ready to climax. “I’m almost ready to cum. Can you play with my clit?” she asked, not expecting a refusal.
She didn’t get one. “I’m almost ready too, Angel.” Lionel reached out his right hand and started gently stroking her clit. When he began, his cock and his hand moved at the same, slow pace, and he gradually increased them both.
“Ah!” Ah!” Angel murmured. “Oh, yes! Oh, my God, that feels good.”
It felt more than good; it felt wonderful. Lionel’s cock, every time it surged into her pussy, stretched the opening, sending out swirls of bliss. It delightfully expanded the attached channel, and more waves flooded her body from its presence deep inside her. However, the best thing his cock was doing was massaging Angel’s rear clit with every stroke, as it plunged into her pussy and again as he drew it back out. Even more indescribable pleasure reverberated throughout her body from his soft hand gently but rapidly stroking her clit. Angel babbled and moaned as she thrashed back and forth on the bed, ramming her pussy against Lionel as she fucked back to meet his strokes. She could feel her climax welling up, seeming to arise from her entire body, even her toes and fingers, to concentrate in her groin.
Lionel knew his friend was on the verge of cumming, and that he would climax at the same time. Faster and faster, he thrust his cock in and out of Angel’s pussy, and stroked her clit, while his pleasure built up as a volcano about to erupt. He could feel it with every nerve in his body, but he wanted Angel to scum first.
He got his wish. “Ahhh!” she cried ecstatically, as her back arched and she climaxed. Semen spurted from her clit to cover Lionel’s hand, which continued pumping her, inducing three more strong ejaculations.
His climax was less dramatic. “Oooooo,” he moaned as he started to cum, spurting semen into his condom. His hand and his cock continued pleasuring Angel, as she and he ejaculated again and again, until they were through.
Knowing he would need to lie down, Lionel slowly collapsed onto the side of the bed nearest the wall. Angel took the pillows from under her hips and slid over to give him room, still keeping his cock buried in her pussy. She slipped one pillow under his head and one under her own. They lay side by side for a few minutes, smiling at each other and enjoying the glow of their great mutual and simultaneous orgasms. His cock softened and slipped out of her, releasing a gush of the liquefied Aqualube from her pussy.
Angel remembered something then. “You said you had some news for me. Good news, I hope.”
“Well, yes and no. The good news is that I am being promoted to head the maintenance department in a bigger block of flats. The bad news, the really bad news, is that it’ll be on the south side of town, and we won’t see each other much, if at all.”
“Oh, Lionel! I’ll really miss you, but congratulations.”
Angel was completely sincere. She would miss her friend, and considered herself to still owe him a great deal. When she had most needed it, he had restored her confidence in herself as a person and as a woman, and she would always be grateful for that. She was well aware the fucking they had done, which had proven her desirability, was a highly enjoyable experience for him also, but that didn’t dilute her gratitude. Although she would miss the great sex they had been sharing, including that evening, she really was happy for his promotion, and wanted him to know it.
“How soon will you be leaving?
“That’s the bad part. They want me to go there tomorrow. I wish it wasn’t such short notice, but there’s not much I can do about it.”
Without being told, Angel realized that day would probably be their last sexual meeting. It had already been great, but she wanted to do something for him to make it even better, and she knew exactly how to do that.
“Well, since this might very well be our last time together, I want to make it special for you. And for me too. Roll onto your back.”
When Lionel did as she asked, Angel sat up and got to her knees beside him. His cock had almost completely softened, and she carefully pulled his condom off and set it on a corner of the bed as far away from them as she could reach. With that out of the way, her mouth went to Lionel’s cock, and using only her tongue, she pulled it into her mouth. It was flaccid enough that she was able to get the entire length inside, and she enjoyed the way his pubic hair tickled her lips and nose. Even more, she enjoyed the taste of his cum that covered the outside and was still oozing out through the slit in the end.
After several minutes of swirling the limp morsel around in her mouth, and sucking all the semen off the surface, Angel was gratified when she felt it starting to stiffen. She glanced sideways at Lionel, and it made her heart feel good to see the smile on his face, and how he had his eyes closed as his head luxuriated in the pillow. Angel continued her efforts, reveling in the way his cock straightened out and became longer and harder in her mouth. She felt especially elated at the way the head, even after it had become almost hard, pressed against the back of her mouth without even coming close to triggering her gag reflex.
Although not fully erect, it was stiff enough to start stroking with her mouth, and Angel shifted her body to help her take it in as far as she could. On the previous Saturday, Kenny had told her how much he loved watching her suck his cock, so she swept her hair out of the way to give Lionel the same view. Her position would also give her friend a chance to reach out and fondle her hips and pussy and maybe even play with her clit, once it was hard enough. She hoped he would, but her main concern was giving him the most fun she could, as sort of a going-away gift. With that in mind, Angel slowly moved her head up and down, caressing his shaft between her lips and laving his cock with her tongue. Feeling his cock going in and out of her mouth was fun, but feeling it getting harder as she sucked on it made everything so much better.
Everything that Angel was doing was great for Lionel too. At his age, he was surprised that his cock would get that hard so soon after cumming. He attributed it, correctly, to the lovely T-girl who was sucking on it so well and so enthusiastically. Angel knelt on the bed beside him, and he noticed she had considerately brushed her long, blonde hair out of the way, so he could watch her bobbing her head and taking his cock in and out of her pretty mouth. Her breasts were also swaying gently as she moved, truly a treat to his eyes. Angel’s long, shapely leg was near him, and he reached up and began stroking her thigh, and letting his hand wander up to her succulent ass cheek. She still wore her stocking, but the sensation of that texture added to his pleasure. The firm, but totally female flesh under the silky fabric was one of the best things his hand had ever felt. Of course, what Angel was doing to his cock was the best of all. The blow job she was giving him was already the best he had ever been given, except maybe for the first time with her, and he wasn’t even close to cumming yet. He nestled his head into his pillow and settled in to enjoy every aspect.
By that time, his cock was almost as hard as it had been the first time Angel sucked him off. It felt good in her mouth, maybe even better than it had done that time. Knowing it would very likely be the last time they would have sex together, she sucked on it slowly, wanting to make it last a long time.
She succeeded for almost half an hour and, by that time, her clit was as hard as the cock that was going in and out of her mouth. Although his whole body was squirming on the bed as he approached ecstasy, Lionel noticed its stiffness. Wanting to reciprocate, he started stroking her clit in the same tempo as Angel was using to envelop his cock in her mouth. For a few more minutes they continued, until Lionel felt his climax welling up inside him, like a fountain.
“I’m going to cum, Angel.”
She sucked harder and faster, taking his cock deep within her mouth, until she felt it starting to throb. Angel tightened her lips and positioned her tongue to catch Lionel’s semen when he began ejaculating. Seconds later, he started, gushing his cum into her mouth, where she caught it where she wanted, and relished the flavor. She rubbed her tongue against the inside of her mouth to scrape it off, but didn’t swallow, and continued sucking. A few seconds later, Angel was rewarded by the second glob of the viscous fluid, which was as delicious as the first had been, and removed it from her tongue the same way. The third spurt was the smallest, and she left that one where it had landed.
When Angel was sure no more would be forthcoming, she took Lionel’s cock out of her mouth and swirled his semen around, relishing the taste and texture, before swallowing it. There was another drop oozing out of the slit on the end, and she licked that off too, wanting to get it all, before squeezing his entire shaft and catching everything on her tongue. After enjoying that residue to the maximum, Angel swallowed it and licked all over Lionel’s softening cock.
While he was cumming, Lionel had stopped stroking Angel’s clit, but while she was licking him off, he started again. After another minute, he felt it throbbing in his hand, and pumped faster, until a stream of her cum shot out the end. He kept stroking, until Angel had ejaculated twice more, and he was sure she was done. The T-girl was also certain she was through cumming, and lay back down on the bed, where the two good friends cuddled together for a few more minutes, before Lionel had to get up and go back to work. Their final sexual encounter had been great, and they both knew they would miss each other.
After the great session in her bed with Lionel, it was too late to go to the GLBTA meeting, even if Angel had felt the need. After showering to wash off her semen and the excess Aqualube , she assembled and ate a light meal, washed up, changed the bed and spent several hours puttering around the flat, before retiring for the night.
Friday at the bank was another routine day. At the closing bell Angel, having already balanced all the transactions she recorded, left, saying goodnight to Constable McGowan on her way out. The guard was large and muscular, with a courteous but friendly disposition and, according to what she had heard, a widower. Angel did not usually listen to gossip, and never passed it on, but she thought of that last fact as being information that might concern her, rather than being gossip that was none of her business. Were it not for the fact that they were coworkers, in a way, Angel would have been sexually attracted to him, especially since she was aware of the many admiring looks he sent her way.
After a quick dinner, Angel decided to attend the meeting of the GLBTA. Nothing unusual happened, but she enjoyed keeping in touch with her friends in the group. Once again, she rode home with Lizzie, and her friend watched, both admiringly and vigilantly until Angel had entered her building. She hadn’t seen Harold Carpenter for almost a week, but he was waiting for the lift when she approached it.
“Hi, Angel,” he greeted her.
:”Oh, hello, Harold. I haven’t seen you for a while.”
“No, like I said before, it seems all I do is work and sleep.”
The two neighbors stood in silence for about a minute. Apparently the lift was delayed on one of the upper floors. Harold turned to Angel again.
“I say, Angel, it’s not really all that late, and it is Friday night. If you’re not in any hurry to go up to your flat, how about popping over to The Oak Tree Inn for a drink?”
She thought about that for a few seconds. That was not the pub where she had the unpleasant encounter with Mike shortly her arrival. Also, Harold wasn’t really asking for a date; if she joined him, it would just be socializing with a friendly neighbor.
“I’m in no hurry, and I would like that,” she responded to his friendly invitation.
The Oak Tree Inn was much different from the other pub where Angel had been. It was not at all crowded, even on Friday night, and it was quiet, almost sedate. Harold ordered a whiskey and splash for himself and Angel ordered a white wine spritzer. He directed her to a table in a corner, and carried the drinks there. Angel couldn’t help but notice that it was as far away from anybody else as it was possible to be and still be in the same room. She didn’t mind that, because she wanted to get to know Harold better, as a neighbor and maybe as a potential boy friend, but she hoped he wouldn’t think of them as being on a date. At least not yet.
The conversation quickly became quite personal, with Harold talking about life with his ex-wife and wanting to know about Angel’s youth, and about her boy friends. She realized that he thought more of them being together in the pub than just socializing, and wanted to avoid any unfortunate misunderstandings such as she had with Brian and Mike. Harold had expressed surprise that Angel had no close ties with anybody from school, because most girls who were as beautiful as she had a multitude of chums.
“Harold, there’s something you should know about me. When I was in school, I wasn’t the usual or average girl. Since my sixteenth birthday, I’ve been a T-girl.”
“Really? I never would have guessed it.” The surprise in his voice was mirrored on his face.
“Does that bother you?”
“Not at all. I’m just surprised to hear it. There’s a T-girl working where I do, and another who comes in to pick her up sometimes. They look like defensive forwards in the National Rugby League. I mean, they’re big, with broad shoulders, and look like men wearing dresses. Don’t get me wrong; they’re two of the nicest people I know, but they surely don’t look much like women, the way you do.”
There was another T-girl in Harold’s memory, but he thought it prudent not to mention her, at least not just yet. While in the army, he had a girl friend who was a T-girl. His memories of her were all good ones, both of the time they spent in bed together and the time they spent out of bed. He hoped he could form similar memories of himself with his beautiful T-girl neighbor, but he didn’t want to rush her into anything. Being neighbors, they would have plenty of time to get together in the future, either near or far, if she was interested.
When they left the pub and walked back to the building where they both lived, Harold unlocked the front door and held it open for Angel. He strode ahead of her to push the button to call the lift, and it responded by opening its door. They stood side by side, their arms and shoulders touching as they rode up to their floor. When Angel stopped at her door and got out her key, she thought of how the non-date had turned out quite well, and wondered if Harold would want a good night kiss. That would be more than alright with her. She didn’t want to rush into anything further yet, but there was a good possibility that they would be spending some of their nights together in either her bed or his, and that seemed like a very pleasant idea.
Harold was thinking along the same line. If he were to have his preference, he and Angel would spend the rest of the evening and a good part of Saturday in bed, either in her flat or his, but he certainly didn’t expect that. He was hoping for a goodnight hug and kiss, but he would have settled for a smile and a handshake.
After unlocking her door and depositing her key back in her purse, Angel turned to face her neighbor. He placed his hand, tentatively, on her shoulder, and she moved, less tentatively, closer to him with her arms ready to hug him around the waist. He took the hint, if that’s what it was, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her full on her upturned lips. Both their mouths were closed, but it was a far cry from a neighborly good night, and promised much in the fairly near future for both of them. Their second kiss, very similar but lasting longer, virtually guaranteed that future
“Good night, Harold. Thanks for the drink,” she said, smiling at him.
“Good night, Angel.” She stepped inside her door, and he went to his door, unlocked it and entered his flat.
Angel had pleasant dreams of Harold that night, as well as Kenny and some other men she knew. In the morning, after her shower and toast with jam and fruit and coffee for breakfast, she decided to go shopping for some things she needed. On her first day in the flat, she had stocked up on groceries and supplies, and had bought as needed since then, but she was running out of a few necessities. One of the things she was running out of was condoms, having only one left of the pack of three. Lionel had used the other two and, if her relationship with Harold Carpenter went as she wanted, he would be using the last one and, hopefully, more after that. Angel did not want to depend on the man to supply them although, if he wanted to, she would have no objection.
On her return to the pharmacy where she had gone before, Angel saw something new or, at least, something she hadn’t noticed before. She had become much more sure of herself, and actually looked around before making a selection. She had been quite shy and nervous previously, it being the first time she had ever bought condoms. The display she hadn’t seen before featured a new style, condoms equipped with what were described as “pleasure bumps” which reminded Angel of the molded triangles on Lizzie’s strapon. Remembering what those triangles had done for her rear clit, Angel bought two packs of three each of the new condoms.
From there, she went to local grocers and other stores, completing her shopping, and carrying two heavy bags back to her building. A new maintenance man, apparently Lionel’s replacement, was watering the flowers in front, and he noticed her, but made no effort to help her with her purchases or with the front door. He was short and wiry, and reminded Angel of Mr. Baker at work. Any stray thought she might have had about Lionel’s replacement also replacing him in her affections, or maybe in her bed, disappeared forever.
Among her purchases were a half liter of the same brand of Scotch that Harold had ordered the previous night, a bottle of soda and a liter of white wine. After drinking sweet red wine with Lizzie, she had decided to switch to the lighter variety. Although not even close to being drunk that night, she felt she had done something a bit regrettable. It had been fun, but not as much fun as sex with men was, and she wanted no repeat of that session.
Although she had just stocked her cupboards, Angel decided to go out for lunch, and to walk through the neighborhood and the nearby park. She wore the same shorts and polo shirt she had worn the first time she sucked off Lionel. That had been the first time a man had cum into her mouth, and she enjoyed everything about the experience. When she put the garments on, Angel recalled the feel of his cock gliding between her lips and filling her mouth, and the way the skin of his cock felt to her tongue. Most of all, she remembered his delicious semen, and how it had felt and tasted as she swallowed it. Her most recent sex session with Lionel, which was probably also the last she would have with him, had been less than two days ago, and she was already getting horny. Her pussy was content enough, at least for the time being, but she wanted a nice, hard cock to suck and feed her a big load of cum.
Lunch was tasty, and her walk in the neighborhood and the park was enjoyable also. As usual, Angel attracted many appreciative looks from men, and some envious ones from women. She very much enjoyed the former but considered the latter to be the price she had to pay for being beautiful and feminine. Being aware of the problems that could result, Angel had no intention of making any attempt at luring away the husband or boy friend of another woman. In fact, she had no intention of luring any of the men she saw. The encounters with Brian and Mike had soured her on any casual pickup such as she had tried to do with those men. Even so, she had a small tube of Aqualube and a condom in her purse, in case she saw somebody so attractive and desirable that she was unable to resist.
That didn’t happen and, late in the afternoon, Angel found herself in front of the building where the GLBTA met. She knew there was a meeting there, but it was almost over, and she decided to go inside and mingle with her friends, possibly meeting some new ones. When she went into the meeting room, it had ended, and people were standing around chatting. Kenny was there, and he greeted Angel with a kiss, his hands on the small of her back, but no lower, and his lips on her mouth, but with their tongues remaining chastely away from each other’s mouths.
That day, Kenny had the responsibility to clean up after the meeting and Angel, with nothing better to do, offered to help. Her offer was accepted and, after they were through, Kenny suggested she might like a ride home or somewhere else.
“How about dropping me off at your flat,” she suggested. She smiled as if jesting when she said that but, if Kenny had been agreeable, Angel would have gone with him.
He smiled back, also liking the idea, but not able to take her up on the suggestion. “I’d really like that, but my mother is visiting. This afternoon, she chased me out while she did some cleaning up. You know how mothers are. Mom barely accepts the idea of my not being married, but she would probably be scandalized too much by you. Nothing personal, but I hope you understand.”
Angel did. She was disappointed, but not resentful of Kenny or even his mother. She was aware that she and other T-girls still had a long way to go to be fully accepted. “Okay, but how about a little quickie then?” she said, patting Kenny’s pants over his cock as she spoke.
He was definitely in favor of that idea. When Angel mentioned the possibility of going to his flat, he knew what she meant and his cock started to stiffen at the thought. He had really hated to turn her down. When her pat became a light squeeze, he became even more in favor of her idea. There were a couple of problems, however. For one thing, it was against the rules, and they both knew it, although that would not have been enough to stop them. Much more important was the fact that the floor was hard, although covered with a thin carpet, and would be quite uncomfortable, especially compared to the bed in his flat.
“That sounds fine, but this floor is like cement. It would be very uncomfortable to your back and to my knees.”
“You could sit in a chair and I could kneel in front of you with one of these pillows under my knees.” That was a reference to some of the chairs having small pillows on their seats.
When Kenny realized what Angel meant by a “quickie” he immediately changed his mind. “Okay,” he said, and went over and locked the door. When Angel saw what he was doing, she pulled one of the chairs out from under the table, set a pillow on it and another in front, where she would be kneeling.
When he came back and sat on the chair that was set up for him, Angel knelt in front of Kenny with her purse on the floor beside her. She looked up at him, smiled lewdly and started to unfasten his belt. He smiled back and let her service him, because he was aware, from his own experiences at sucking off men, that it would be more fun for both of them to do it that way. Angel didn’t know about that, but she knew what she liked to do. With the belt and pants unfastened, Angel put her fingers into the waistband and started pulling them down.
Kenny rose up to let her pull them down to around his ankles, and she removed his shoes and pulled his pants the rest of the way off. His cock was almost fully erect by that time, and was sticking up through the fly of his boxer shorts. She smiled at the effect she was already having on Kenny, opened the snap at his waist and pulled the shorts down and off the same way, leaving them on top of his discarded trousers. This time, when he raised his ass so she could remove his shorts, he also slid forward to the edge of his chair.
With Kenny naked below the waist and ready for what they both wanted to do, Angel cupped his balls gently in one hand and held his cock in the other. Starting at the junction with his scrotum, she slowly licked the underside of his shaft all the way to the head, including the slit and under the ridge. After that long, highly erotic stroke, his cock was fully erect. Not in any hurry, and really enjoying what she was doing, Angel licked the entire length of his shaft in a few more places, before moving in even closer, looking up at Kenny’s happy visage, and raising her face above his cock.
She lowered her mouth enough that the head was between her lips, and licked the velvety hardness, one of her favorite things about sucking a cock. All around under the ridge, her tongue roamed, and she let it fondle the slit again, before lowering her head farther and taking part of the rigid shaft into her mouth. Angel’s tongue remained active, reaching down as far as she could to lick the hard, smooth surface, before lowering her mouth farther. Kenny leaned back and relaxed, immensely enjoying what she was doing.
Angel was truly enjoying it too, and felt her clit starting to get stiff. Taking Kenny’s cock part of the way into her mouth, she held it there, licking its hard roundness, while her hands pulled her shorts and knickers down to the place where her clit was in the way. It wasn’t completely erect yet, so she held it aside with one hand and pulled her clothing down and around with the other. Putting both her thumbs in the waistbands by her hips, she pushed the garments down around her shapely ass, followed by bringing her hands back around to her front and shoving her clothing down to mid-thigh. With a few quick strokes of her right hand, her clit was fully erect. Angel leaned her elbows on Kenny’s legs and resumed devoting her full attention to the hard cock in her mouth.
Slowly, she lowered her face, taking Kenny’s shaft in deeper as she did, until she felt the tip pressing against the back of her mouth. It felt really good in her mouth. Everything about his cock felt good, from the head pressing against her throat to the way the thick shaft spread open her lips to the skin, which was stretched so tightly it was smooth to her tongue. She even enjoyed watching Kenny, and seeing the looks of joy flickering across his face and watching him squirm in his chair. Angel was having a great time sucking off her friend, and wanted the pleasure they were both getting to last a long time.
He was having a great time too, and Kenny reveled in everything Angel was doing. He loved watching his cock slide in and out of her sweet, red mouth. He loved just as much the way she looked at him with her pretty blue eyes while her head bobbed up and down over his lap and her blonde hair swung to and fro. Best of all was the incredible pleasure her tongue and lips were giving to his cock. He wanted to make it last too, but everything about the way she was sucking his cock was so close to perfect, he didn’t think he would be able to hold off much longer from cumming into her mouth. That would be what she would want him to do, he knew, but not until they had both enjoyed the blow job for as long a time as possible.
While still leaning on Kenny’s thigh with one forearm and sucking his cock in and out between her lips, Angel reached for her clit, and started stroking it at the same tempo. She hoped she would cum right after Kenny filled her mouth with his juices, when she realized something. It was perfectly alright to spray her semen on the floor of Lionel’s little office, because it was easily cleaned up, but that would not be the case with the carpet on this floor. If somebody smelled it or otherwise noticed it, they would know that she and Kenny were having sex there, which was a violation of the rules, and could possibly get the group kicked out of the building. At the same time, her clit felt so good that Angel didn’t want to stop stroking it.
She remembered the condom she had impulsively brought with her, and opened her purse to dig it and the Aqualube out. Angel had never used one, but she had watched Lionel and Kenny put them on their cocks, and knew they were easy to apply. She held it up in front of her eyes to open it and to position it so she would roll it onto her clit the proper way.
“What’s that for?” Kenny asked. He knew there were some women or gay men who insisted a man wear one to be sucked off. He didn’t feel that way, considering swallowing the man’s cum to be part of the fun, and he didn’t like wearing one at those times either.
Angel didn’t say anything. She hoped he didn’t expect her to take his cock out of her mouth just to answer a question like that. After rolling it onto her clit, she started stroking herself again. It was dry, so she squirted some of the Aqualube onto her right hand, spread it around and resumed playing with herself. That was much better, and Angel realized something else. She had brought one of the new condoms that she had bought that morning, with pleasure bumps similar to Lizzie’s strapon. She could distinctly feel them against the palm of her hand. They didn’t do anything for her there, of course, but she knew they would be extremely erotic when one of the new condoms was stuffed with a cock, and the bumps were caressing the lining of her pussy and her rear clit. Angel was very happy she had bought that style and had brought one with her.
As she stroked her clit, Angel sucked Kenny’s cock at the same speed, which was slow. She had no deadlines to meet and, as long as he was in no hurry to get back to his mother, they had plenty of time. There was something he really wanted to know, though, and he asked her again.
“Angel, what is the rubber for?”
That time, she took his cock out of her mouth and answered him. “I put it on my clit so I don’t cum on the floor.” Having answered him, she started to take his cock back into the place where it had been giving her so much pleasure, but paused to do something different.
She licked the head, once again taking great joy in how the skin stretched across the tip. As always, it reminded her of warm velvet. Before taking Kenny’s cock back into her mouth, she decided to see how that skin would feel against her cheek and other parts of her face, and how his balls and other private parts would feel to her tongue. While her right hand still slowly stroked her clit and her left hand held his erect cock against her cheek, Angel leaned down and started licking the base of Kenny’s scrotum and cock.
It felt wonderful! She was amazed at how much fun it was to lick him like that, and how it was so delightful to feel his erection alongside her nose or rubbing against her cheek. Briefly, she stopped stroking her clit and used both hands, one at a time, to hold his hard shaft against her face while she licked all over his scrotum. It was tremendously pleasurable to feel Kenny’s cock and balls caressing her chin and nose and cheeks, and she decided to make such licking and rubbing a regular part of her sexual activities. Good as it felt, though, it wasn’t as good as having his cock in her mouth, and after a few minutes, she resumed sucking on it and her right hand returned to stroking her clit.
Angel’s movements remained slow, immensely enjoying everything about this chance meeting with Kenny. For the next twenty minutes, she continued, until she felt his cock throbbing inside her mouth. Knowing he was close to cumming, Angel tightened her lips on his shaft and stroked faster. Her tongue continued its licking, but she was ready to position it under his cock head, so she could catch it and get the full benefit of its delicious flavor when he filled her mouth with his semen. She stroked her clit faster too, hoping to cum right after he did, so she would get the full benefit of everything he would squirt into her mouth, or that she could squeeze out of his cock.
“I’m ready to cum, Angel.” Kenny knew she would already know that, but he thought of it as a courtesy, and appreciated it when men told him.
She positioned her tongue and stroked faster with her lips, but she did not speed up what she was doing with her clit. His cock started jerking inside her mouth, and she tightened her lips, so none on his juices would leak out. Kenny sighed and gasped, and she felt a big gush of viscous liquid land on her tongue. It was as delicious as she expected, but she wiped it off against the underside, so she would get the full benefit of the second spurt. It tasted just as good as the first, as did the third gob of cum he fed her. She continued sucking, but quickly became aware that Kenny was through ejaculating. Angel held his cock in her left hand and took it out of her mouth, so she could swirl the accumulated semen around, taking full and complete pleasure in its taste and texture, before swallowing it.
As expected, the glorious sensation of Kenny’s cumming into her mouth, and the superb quality of his ejaculate, was enough to make Angel cum. She stroked her clit faster, and sighed happily as a volcano of pleasure welled up inside her, concentrating in her groin. It exploded, with a joyful burst, and she ejaculated into her condom. Angel knew there was more, so she didn’t stop, but kept pumping until she had squirted her semen three more times. She was holding Kenny’s cock upright, so the juices wouldn’t leak out, and Angel leaned forward to lick off everything that had oozed out of the slit. She circled the ridge with her tongue, and licked the head again, before squeezing everything out of the shaft with her thumb and fingers. Angel felt really good, from her own climax and from the one she had elicited from Kenny.
Leaving the condom on her clit for the time being, Angel pulled her knickers and shorts back into place. She would dispose of the condom when she stopped off in the ladies’ room on her way out of the building. Kenny got partially up, reached over to pull his underwear and pants to him and put them on, followed by donning his socks and shoes. He and Angel, both of them quite sure they had gotten away with violating the rules, left together, stopping at their respective rest rooms on the way out.
“To repeat a question I asked you before, do you need a ride anywhere?” Kenny asked.
“Now that you mention it, I could use a ride home.”
After parking in front of Angel’s building, Kenny walked her to the door and kissed her so-long. They would probably see each other the next week or the one after that, at the latest. Neither of them had any kind of claim on the other, nor did either want such a commitment. They immensely enjoyed sex together, but they enjoyed it with others too, and wanted to keep their relationship on that basis.
Angel performed mundane chores for the rest of that day, and read a magazine. On Sunday, she went for a walk in the neighborhood, including the park, wearing clean shorts and polo shirt. She though of the clothing she had worn the previous day as her blowjob clothing, because she had sucked off a man on either of the two times she wore them. No such opportunity arose on Sunday, and Angel wasn’t really interested anyhow, having had such a great time with Kenny on Saturday afternoon.
Monday at work was a routine day also, as was the rest of the week. On Friday, Angel walked from the bus and, as she strolled toward the lift, she saw Harold sitting in a nearby chair, reading a news paper. She wondered if he had been waiting for her, and hoped he had, although she wound never ask him.
“Hi, Harold,” she greeted him as she rang for the lift. “Are you going up?”
“Not right now, Angel. In fact, I want to ask you something. How would you like to go to dinner and the Spicy Girls concert with me tonight?”
“I’d like that very much. I really enjoy their singing. Can you get tickets on such late notice, though?”
“Yes. I already took the liberty of calling and reserving two for us. The group is still fairly new, and their popularity is still growing. By this time next year, their concerts will be all sold out by this late.”
The lift arrived then, and the door opened. Angel stood, holding it open. “I’ll have to get a coat to wear. The weather is liable to be quite chilly by the time the concert ends. Are you coming up now?”
Harold replied by standing up and boarding the lift. She pushed the button for their floor, and they rode up discreetly, aware of the surveillance cameras and not wanting to put on a show for anybody. Once she opened the door to her flat, and they were both inside with the door closed, they hugged and kissed each other’s lips, both tongues creeping out to meet in the middle. Harold’s hands roamed down and around her succulent ass and hips, but that was as far as his advances went. Tacitly, they understood they would be spending the night together, with the only question being whose flat. Angel hoped it would be hers. She was a fastidious housekeeper and suspected, correctly, that Harold was not.
They had dinner at a nice restaurant and Angel, always a robust eater, dined on steak and French fries and salad. Harold selected rib roast, and they shared a small bottle of wine. Although nothing had been said, they both expected to need their energy that night. They would sit quietly at the concert but, after arriving back home, they anticipated strenuous activity together.
The Spicy Girls put on an excellent show, enjoyed by everybody there, especially Angel. She wondered if she would be able to become a member of the group, since they were all the same age as she, and sang the kind of songs she enjoyed. As a T-girl, she might not be accepted but, when she became more active in advancing what she hoped would be her stage career, they were definitely a possibility. As Angel and Harold filed out of the auditorium, he asked if she would like to stop by the Oak Tree Inn for a drink.
“I’ve got a better idea. Suppose we have that drink at my flat?”
Harold thought that was, indeed, a much better idea, and drove back to their building as fast as safety would permit. With his vehicle parked in his assigned space, he opened the door and held it for Angel’s egress and, after closing it, hurried to unlock and hold open the front door for her. Angel enjoyed such small chivalries, and they were another reason why she preferred older men over chaps who were more her own age. Once again, they were discreet in the lift, but their apparent chasteness changed just seconds after they were inside Angel’s flat, with the door locked, including the security bolt.
She removed her coat and hung it on one of the hooks protruding from the back of the door, and added his coat after he handed it to her. When she turned back to face him, Harold’s arms went around Angel and his hands reached out for her gorgeous ass again. This time, he slipped them under the hem of her dress and hoisted it up so his hands could caress her over the silky French knickers she always wears. She appreciated his openness, and matched it, fondling Harold’s cock through his pants, delighting in how it quickly went from half-hard to big and fully erect. Angel broke off the embrace, smoothed out her dress while smiling at the man who had rumpled it, and got out the Scotch, soda, wine, two small tumblers and two spoons. She set the tumblers on opposite sides of her small kitchen table, each of them in front of one of the two chairs.
As the man, Harold felt obligated to do the pouring, and he was elated to see than Angel had been thoughtful enough to obtain his favorite brand of whiskey. He poured a hefty amount into one tumbler and half filled the other with wine. After filling them up the rest of the way with soda, he gave them a quick stir, and handed the wine drink to Angel, who had removed her shoes while the drinks were being mixed.
“To us,” Harold announced, and raised his drink.
Angel raised hers too, and repeated his words. They both sipped from their drinks, but she had some misgivings. She liked Harold a lot, and was looking forward to some really great sex with him that night, and regularly in the future as well, but her feelings for him were no stronger than they were for several other men, including Kenny. Be that as it may, she could see no reason for quibbling, and possibly ruining the night of fun she hoped and expected them to have together in her bed. She raised her glass and sipped from it again, smiling around the rim and looking at him with her beautiful, blue eyes.
Why don’t you take off your shoes and relax,” Angel suggested. He smiled at her and did so, even removing his socks.
After finishing her drink, Angel set the empty tumbler on the table and smiled over it at Harold. He drained his highball also, and smiled back at her. She got up and walked around the table to him. Anticipating what she would be doing, Harold turned in his chair so he would be facing her. Angel placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in for a long kiss and he took advantage of the opportunity to reach up both his hands and fondle her luscious breasts, much to the enjoyment of both of them.
Still smiling, Angel straightened up, turned and, with her hips swiveling provocatively, sauntered to the doorway leading to her bed-sitting room. Halfway through, she leaned back and, with her smile even more lascivious, crooked her finger at him and asked: “Coming?”
His flat and hers had identical floor plans and were identically furnished, so Harold knew exactly what was on the other side of that doorway. He quickly got to his feet and followed her, and was there to hug Angel when, right beside the foot of her bed, she turned to face him. Their embrace was the closest one yet, with his hands all over her voluptuous body and their mouths wide open to allow their tongues to wander freely.
After repeated kisses, Angel turned her back to Harold and pulled her long, blonde hair out of the way. “Unhook me and unzip me,” she instructed him. She could have done it herself, but enjoyed the intimacy of having the man do it, and believed, correctly, that men felt the same way. She knew that she always enjoyed undressing a man, and hoped to do it on that night.
With her zipper all the way down, Angel pulled her arms from the sleeves and pushed the dress down, so it hung from her waist, held there by its snugness. “Unhook my bra,” she further instructed Harold, which he was quite happy to do.
Although she has never been a tease, and never will be, Angel likes to play a small game with a new sex partner. Knowing that some T-girls wear padded bras, as she used to, and that others have had augmentation done, Angel likes to make something of a production out of it when she shows her completely natural breasts to him. She did in this case, covering them with her bra cups, until she spread her arms wide, letting Harold see them in all their glory. She followed this by rolling her shoulders and moving her upper body, letting her breasts sway and bounce in front of him. As Lizzie and all the men who have been her partners did, Harold reached out, cupped the beautiful twins in his hands and leaned forward to lick their nipples. After a few seconds, Angel suggested that it would be much more fun for both of them with her lying on her back in the bed, which was right beside them. Nobody has ever disputed this, nor did Harold that night.
Before getting onto the bed, Angel pushed her dress down the rest of the way, leaving her clad in knickers and stockings, and draped it over the chair that was there for that purpose. She quickly unbuttoned Harold’s shirt and, when he turned his back, pulled it off and stripped his undershirt off over his head, leaving him clad only in his trousers. Ready to resume the sexual foreplay she had already been enjoying, Angel climbed onto the bed, turned over to lie on her back and raised her arms in an unmistakable invitation.
It was an invitation Harold could not refuse. He eagerly climbed on after the lovely T-girl and knelt beside her. Once more, his hands cupped her succulent breasts, and his tongue resumed gently caressed the erect nipple of the nearer one. Angel smiled, immensely enjoying his ministrations. He continued for several minutes, his tongue alternating between her delightful breasts. Angel’s movements on the bed were more pronounced and more strenuous, and her clit became fully erect. Harold drew one of the luscious globes into his mouth and sucked, while his tongue continued what is had been doing to Angel’s nipple. When he started to switch to its equally enticing twin, her movements thrust it into his mouth. Angel’s arousal steadily mounted, while Harold’s mouth worshipped her breasts, until she came to believe she would climax twice from the fucking that would be following.
When he finally raised his face from the breasts he had been pleasuring, and that had been pleasuring him, he gave her one of the greatest compliments she had ever received. “Angel, you have the most beautiful and delightful breasts I have ever personally seen on any woman. And I do mean, on ANY woman.”
Angel smiled on hearing that. It was just the kind of compliment she loved receiving. “Well, I can surely tell that they like you too. Feel how hard my nipples are. But, now it’s my turn.”
What she meant was that it was her turn to use her mouth on Harold. Angel sat up and slid off the bed to kneel in front of him, looking up expectantly. What she wanted to do was obvious, and he wanted the same thing. Harold sat up and slid toward the edge of the bed until he was sitting with his feet on the floor, facing Angel, who was kneeling between his legs. She reached out to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants, and start to pull them off. Harold raised himself from the bed, and Angel pulled them all the way down and off.
He was wearing only his boxer shorts, and Harold’s cock seemed to be trying to rip through the fabric. Angel started to pull them off as she had removed his trousers, but had to reach in through the fly and push his erection down against his belly so she could pull the elastic waistband around it. When it was clear, Harold pushed himself off from the bed again, and the shorts quickly joined his pants. He was sitting on the side of the bed, completely naked, and Angel gazed hungrily at his cock that was available to her. It was big and hard, and she was eager to get it in her pussy, but she wanted to give her mouth some fun first.
The fun started with her tongue. With her fingers at the base of his shaft, she licked the head, loving the velvety texture. Caressing in widening circles, she licked under the ridge and along the slit on the end. On another occasion, she thought she would probably suck off Harold and swallow his cum but, that evening, what she was doing was strictly foreplay. Her clit was almost as hard as the cock that was giving her mouth so much fun, and she thought it was time to move to the main event.
“You know where I want this big thing next, don’t you?” Angel asked, smiling at Harold around the cock she held in her hand. Before he answered, she stroked the entire length with her tongue, from the base of his scrotum to the slit in the tip.
“I hope you want it in your pussy, because that’s where I want it.” He was also enjoying what Angel was doing with her mouth, but Harold considered it foreplay too, and he was equally ready to move on to the main event.
Still wearing her knickers and stockings, Angel grinned, got up, and went to the chest of drawers to get a condom and the bottle of Aqualube. She still had one of the older ones left, but she wanted the condom with the pleasure bumps in her pussy. It would be a new experience, and Angel expected to enjoy it immensely.
She handed them to Harold. “You know what to do with this, don’t you, to get my pussy ready?” Without waiting for an answer, Angel got back on the bed on her hands and knees, and pulled the pillows under her waist.
He did know, of course, and Harold set the bottle and the condom aside while he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Angel’s knickers and pulled them around her delightful ass. She reached inside the front and held her clit out of the way while he slid his fingers around to pull the garment down around her thighs. One at a time, Angel raised her knees to permit her knickers to be pulled the rest of the way down and off. She would keep her stockings on, liking the feel of a man’s body moving between her legs while she was wearing them. As naked as she was going to get, Angel reached back and spread her ass cheeks for Harold to prepare her pussy.
He gazed, enraptured, at the delightful place he would be fucking. The lovely T-girl kneeling on her bed in front of him had, quite possibly, the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen. The skin was ivory white, with no visible hair or blemish, and surrounded an adorable pink rosebud, which seemed ready to blossom for him. One of Harold’s favorite things to do was eating a pussy like the one in front of him. The next time — and he fervently hoped there would be many next times — he would suggest a shower together to get her squeaky clean so his tongue could spend a long, happy time caressing her pussy.
But, that would be later. What he did that evening was to open the bottle of lubricant and press it against Angel’s delectable rosebud and squeeze in a big dollop. He smiled when he heard her murmur of pleasure, removed the bottle, and replaced the cap. Before inserting his finger, he caressed her skin with his fingertips. It felt even better than it had looked, soft, satiny smooth, and vibrant. Once again, he thought of how great that skin and the puckered area it surrounded, and the pink hole in the center would feel to his tongue when the opportunity arose.
When she felt Harold’s fingers caressing her pussy, Angel wished it were his tongue, but she realized that a shower together would be necessary before she could even suggest that particular variety of mutual pleasure. Instead, she concentrated on how good the lubricant felt inside her, and how it felt so much better when a long finger was inserted to spread it evenly. She cooed happily when that digit fucked in and out a few times, before being withdrawn to spread the Aqualube around the puckered area surrounding the hole that was about to be penetrated.
She expected him to be preparing his cock next, and Angel half turned to ask “Do you want me to lie on my back?” She hoped he would. She had only used two positions, Doggy and T-girl Missionary, and she much preferred the latter. She was surprised to see Harold had closed the bottle and was holding it and the unopened condom in his hands. Angel was even more surprised at his answer.
“I’d rather be on my back with you on top of me.”
“Me on top?”
“Yes, the Cowgirl position. You might call it ‘girl on top’. It’s the same angle as Missionary, except with you on top of me.”
It sounded good to Angel. She pictured it in her mind, and saw how it could work out quite well. Controlling the depth and speed of the strokes, which she would be able to do, seemed like a good thing, and Harold would be able to stroke her clit when it was time for her to climax. She was quite sure he would do that for her but, if he didn’t, she would do it herself. Angel was always ready to try new things to enhance her sexual pleasure and that of her partner, and the position seemed like something that would do that.
“Okay. It sounds like fun.”
Angel moved to the side of the bed and Harold handed her the Aqualube and condom. He lay where she had been, all the pillows stacked under his head and shoulders so he was half sitting up. His unprepared cock pointed at Angel, as if to tell her to get busy with it, which she did. With him in position, she opened the plastic packet, straddled his knees and leaned forward. From her own experience, she was aware that a condom would slide on more easily if the cock was wet first, so Angel took the erect shaft deeply into her mouth and stroked it in and out between her lips, while her tongue laved the smooth, tight skin. All the sensations were extremely pleasant, as they had been a few minutes earlier, and she hoped to have it back inside her mouth after they had both cum.
Withdrawing her mouth from Harold’s cock, Angel held the latex disk on the tip and rolled it all the way on with a few strokes of her hands. It was the first time she had done that, but she had seen men do it often enough that there were no difficulties. Angel opened the bottle of Aqualube, squirted a small amount onto her hands and coated the entire cock, paying special attention to the head. As she applied the lubricant, she could feel the pleasure bumps against the palms of her hand, and knew they would feel infinitely better when they massaged the inside of her love channel and her rear clit. The excess lubrication was wiped off on the sheet. She would make the bed again before they turned in to sleep, so the relative messiness would not be a problem. Angel very much enjoyed the special intimacy of preparing the man’s cock, and decided she would do it in the future whenever possible.
With Angel and Harold prepared for fucking, she crouched above him while he held his cock upright for her. Both hands held her pussy open while she lowered her body until she felt the tip pressing against her skin. Angel moved her fingers closer together to pull her pussy open farther, and one index finger reached out and steered the tip of Harold’s cock until it was pressed against the hole she was creating. She pushed down, and felt the head wedge into her well-lubricated pussy. The familiar, and always welcome, wave of pure pleasure radiated out from where it was already stretching her open, and Angel sighed happily.
Harold smiled, at the look of pleasure that swept across Angel’s face when his cock entered her and at the great burst of joy that rocketed through his body at the same time. Her pussy was tight; he could already feel it squeezing his erection, and he knew it would get much, much better. He was right. When Angel lowered her body a bit more, and another inch of his cock surged into her, it multiplied his extreme pleasure and, he could tell, it did the same for her. Harold continued holding onto the base of his shaft, so Angel would be able to impale her pussy the rest of the way on it.
That was what she wanted to do, about as much as she had ever wanted anything. When Angel lowered herself farther, another inch of hard cylinder plunged into her pussy, sending shivers of delight all through her body. This was the best one yet. Not only was his cock getting thicker as it got closer to the base, and stretching her farther open, he was starting to massage her prostate gland. The pleasure bumps especially tickled the lining of her love channel and sent bolts of joy crackling out from her clit. Angel moaned from the exquisite pleasure, even knowing it would get even better.
It kept getting better and better as Angel lowered her body, enveloping more of Harold’s cock and letting it expand her opening and the attached channel. With every movement either of them made, the latex pyramids surrounding his hard cock caressed Angel’s very sensitive rear clit, driving her level of pleasure steadily upward. When Harold’s cock was fully imbedded, and his pubic hair tickled the sensitive skin of her pussy, Angel stayed in position for almost a minute. The pleasure flooding her body was no longer mere waves, but had become giant breakers, that seemed to inundate her with bliss.
She knew that it would still get even better, for him and her, so Angel started moving, raising her pussy from Harold’s cock, until most of it was outside. With every movement she made, even the smallest ones, the pleasure bumps massaged her rear clit, sending more pleasure crashing through her body. She paused, very briefly, and started to lower herself again. Harold’s cock, as it surged into her pussy to stretch her opening and her love channel anew and stimulate her clit, felt even better than the initial penetration had, especially when he thrust upward, driving it all the way in. Angel moaned from the excruciating pleasure and started another slow stroke.
This one was just as good as the one before it, and the next and the next and the next were all at least equally delightful. It was the best fucking that Angel had ever done, partly because she could look at Harold’s face, which was a picture of joy, and partly because she was in control of the speed and the depth of penetration. She slowly stroked up and down on top of him, and he met her partway, ramming his cock so deeply into Angel that his pubic hair tickled her pussy every time.
It might very well have been the best fucking that Harold had ever done too. Angel’s pussy was hot and tight, but slick, and it massaged his cock as well as that of any other woman, natural or otherwise. It was a visual delight for him too, with Angel’s luscious breasts swaying and bouncing above him, and her beautiful face, grimacing in joy, right above them. At first, his hands caressed her soft thighs, enjoying the texture of her stockings and the firm flesh under them. The soft, creamy skin of her hips and waist felt even better to his hands, and he would soon be caressing Angel’s lovely breasts. When they were both ready for their mutual orgasms, he would stroke Angel’s clit. Harold was having so much fun that he would have loved to spend hours fucking with the wonderful woman above him, but he knew that wouldn’t happen because he could feel his climax building.
Angel could feel hers building too, and she wanted to do something to enhance it. Although she truly relished the feel of Harold’s hands caressing her hips and thighs and belly, she would enjoy them more on her breasts. Taking hold of them, she moved them, placing them where she wanted and needed them. He began gently squeezing her breasts, his thumbs gently stroking her nipples, in the same tempo as her strokes up and down. Angel had heard women speaking of a connection between their nipples and their clits, and she could certainly feel one that evening. Every squeeze and stroke of Harold’s hands affected her clit. After a few minutes, Angel knew she was ready to cum.
With a new partner, especially one who was almost certainly more experienced than she, Angel had some reluctance to take too much initiative, and tell him what to do. She preferred to have the man want to do the same thing as she wanted. Angel continued moving up and down and impaling her pussy on Harold’s cock, but with faster strokes. He quickly matched the increased pace, ramming up to meet her every time. Angel took her clit in her right hand and started stroking it in the same rhythm as her movements. Although she was deriving great pleasure from what his hands were doing for her breasts, she hoped one of them would be used to play with her clit until she climaxed.
When Angel started fucking herself with faster strokes, Harold realized she must be close to cumming. He hoped so, because he certainly was. When he saw her massaging her clit, he knew she was very close and reached out, feeling a responsibility to bring her to her climax. “Let me do that,” he said, and met with no disagreement.
Incredible pleasure flooded Angel’s body from Harold’s cock plowing in and out of her pussy, from his hand on her breast and from her clit that he stroked, everything being done at the same pace. “Uh! Uh!” she whimpered, also in rhythm.
Harold was silent, except for the grunts he made every time his cock rammed up into Angel’s moving pussy. From her blissful sounds and the way her clit throbbed in his hand, he knew she was on the verge of cumming, but Harold didn’t speed up or do anything else. He left Angel in charge, and she was doing a superb job.
“Oh! OH!” she cried, as she ejaculated onto his belly.
Harold continued stroking Angel’s clit, and she continued cumming, still bouncing up and down on him. From his knowledge of the pleasure he was giving the lovely t-girl, and the tremendous pleasure she was giving him, he felt his climax welling up inside, gathering from even his fingers and toes, to concentrate in his groin and explode into his cock. His climax was a great one. Four times he ejaculated into his condom, and it might have been more, except that Angel, when she was through cumming, ceased her movements, and started to lean forward. Harold caught her, and helped her lie on her side facing him, his cock slipping out as she did. It was still hard, and he slid his fingers under the condom to roll it up and off, and drop it on the floor near the head of the bed. With the messiness avoided, Harold turned to face her and slip a pillow under her head. With their naked bodies pressed together, he and Angel embraced and kissed.
They lay like that for several minutes, not saying anything, just murmuring happily. Angel raised herself to her elbow and reached down to take his cock in her hand, happy to see he had removed the condom. It was sticky with his cum, and not very hard any more, and she wanted to do something to remedy that. When she got to her knees beside him, Harold, realizing what she was thinking of doing, rolled onto his back to let her do it. Smiling lasciviously at him, Angel leaned over him and enveloped his cock in her mouth. It was soft enough that she was able to envelop the entire organ, and she reveled in the taste of his semen on her tongue, and the way his pubic hair tickled her nose and lips.
She moved it around in her mouth, using her tongue to press Harold’s cock against the insides of her cheeks and her palate. Elated, Angel felt it getting hard again from her ministrations. Using her lips, she started caressing the shaft nearest his body and, as his cock grew longer and stiffer, stroked it in and out of her mouth. After several minutes, it was almost as hard as it had been when it penetrated her pussy, and she took it out of her mouth and smiled around it at Harold. He was lying on his back, with his head luxuriating against both pillows, ready to enjoy what Angel was starting to do for him.
What she wanted to do was suck him off. Before doing that, she held his cock in her fingers and licked off and swallowed all the semen that she hadn’t already gotten while it was in her mouth. With Harold’s cock clean and stiff, she enveloped it, filling her mouth and letting the hard tip press against the back of her throat. She felt no discomfort at that contact, and reveled in the wonderful mouthful it gave her. Slowly, wanting to give and receive as much pleasure for as long a time as possible, Angel moved her head up and down over Harold’s relaxed body, taking his cock as deeply into her mouth as she could. He lay on his back acquiescently, thoroughly enjoying what she was doing, and letting her have as much fun as she wanted.
For Harold, there was only one minor thing wrong. “Can you move your hair out of the way, please, Angel? It feels great, what you’re doing, but it’s even better if I can watch.”
She smiled, and used one hand to toss her long, blonde hair over her head so it hung down the other side. Angel enjoyed everything about sex with a man like Harold, and it was much better for her if she could give him the best time possible. Knowing he was having a great time in bed with her added to her own arousal and made her orgasms stronger.
Harold was certainly having a great time. He watched the movements of the T-girl’s beautiful body, with her curvaceous ass emphasized by the bowing of her back. Angel’s luscious breasts swayed and swung with every movement, reminding him of how delightful they had been in his mouth. As her body moved forward, his cock disappeared into her lovely face, with its fair skin, and reappeared when she moved back. The edge had been taken off his horniness, and he would have loved to spend hours watching her suck him off.
Even better than watching, of course, were the incredible sensations Harold’s cock was getting from her mouth. Angel’s lips were just tight enough to hold him firmly while she stroked up and down, and the inside of her mouth felt like the warmest, wettest pussy he had ever known, except that her tongue caressing him made it even better. She didn’t take the entire shaft inside, but he had no complaints about anything.
Angel had no complaints either, just good thoughts about what Harold’s cock was doing for her mouth. It felt so good when she lowered her face, and the thick cylinder massaged her lips as it glided between them, going all the way in until it pressed against the back of her throat. Her tongue laved his shaft, reveling in the smooth skin drawn tightly around its hard girth. Everything about sucking off Harold gave her immense pleasure and she knew the best part, when he filled her mouth with cum, was still ahead. Although that would be the best part, just sucking his cock in and out of her mouth was so wonderful that she wanted it to last a long time, so she stroked slowly.
Harold wanted that and more. “Come closer and let me play with your pussy.”
She eagerly did as he asked, because Angel’s clit was getting stiff from the tremendous pleasure he was giving her. Holding his cock as deeply as possible in her mouth, she moved on her knees toward Harold, until she was kneeling almost parallel with him. He ran the palm of his right hand affectionately up the inside of one thigh to its end, and turned that hand to caress the inside of her other thigh. Like the skin all over Angel’s body, it was soft and smooth, but he could feel the underlying firmness and her vibrancy. She loved his gentle fondling of her, but didn’t say anything about it because her mouth was so full of his cock.
Angel continued slowly sucking on that hard mouthful while Harold’s fingers meandered upward until he was caressing the soft skin of her pussy. It was rather messy there, with some of the excess Aqualube dripping out of her and running down his arm, but they both enjoyed the gentle contact too much to worry about that. The ongoing pleasure that Harold’s cock was giving to her mouth, combined with what his hand was doing for her pussy, had caused her clit to become fully erect. Wanting Harold to play with it and bring her to another orgasm, Angel moved one leg so he could see its state. If that didn’t work, she would ask him outright, but she didn’t want to interrupt the fun her mouth was having.
When he saw Angel’s erect clit, Harold knew what he wanted to do about it, and hoped Angel would like it too. Reaching his right hand between her legs and curving his wrist around her scrotum, he started stroking her. He wanted to play with her pussy too, but the position, reaching across his body, was awkward. He knew what to do about that too.
“Why don’t you get into a 69 position over me, Angel? I’ll be able to play with your pussy and your clit at the same time.”
She hesitated, but only briefly. When Kenny had made that same suggestion, he had wanted to suck her off, treating her clit as a cock. Angel had balked at that, but she knew that Harold only wanted to do what he had said, and it really would be more fun for both of them. Once more, holding his cock deeply in her mouth while laving it thoroughly with her tongue, Angel swung her leg over Harold to straddle his chest. He moved his right hand into a more comfortable position and continued stroking her clit, while the fingers of his other hand fondled the soft, delicate skin of her pussy.
There was another advantage, an unexpected one, to the change in position. With its natural upward curve, Harold’s cock slid more naturally into Angel’s mouth, and she was able to take it in even more deeply, almost down her throat. In the future, she decided, this would be the position she would use whenever she could. Maybe not with Kenny, but with men who would not want to take her clit into their mouths.
Harold could no longer watch Angel’s luscious breasts move, or see his cock gliding in and out of her beautiful face, but he was able to gaze at and fondle her adorable pussy and stroke her clit. This would have been better than a fair exchange, but she also seemed to be sucking his cock even better than she had. Her lips came further down on his shaft, and her tongue caressed it longer and covered its entire circumference.
He had felt his climax building up for quite a while, and knew it was imminent, even though they were both trying to make the pleasure last. “I’m almost ready to cum, Angel,” he told her. It was more a courtesy than useful information, because she would be aware of when he was ready, and Harold knew it. He would also know when she was ready for her orgasm by the throbbing of her clit in his hand.
Angel heard what Harold said, and started sucking his cock faster. She took it just as far into her mouth, and her tongue laved it just as thoroughly, but she was alert and ready to change into a position to catch his cum when it started to spurt. Angel even tightened her lips, making sure none of it would leak out when his semen started filling her mouth.
That would happen in seconds, she knew, when Harold’s cock began throbbing. Angel sucked even faster, using short strokes, and holding her tongue in position. Her mouth was clamped on his shaft almost as tightly as her pussy had been. Everything about sucking off her neighbor was so much fun that she could feel her own climax building, starting in her extremities and concentrating in her groin.
“Uh!” Harold grunted as he started cumming, reflexively thrusting his cock into the warm, wet mouth that was bringing that splendid event about.
Although Angel likes to control the pace and depth when she sucks a cock, she also knows that sometimes a man cannot help himself, and has to ram it into her mouth when he starts cumming. She doesn’t mind, and actually takes pride in knowing that she is sucking him off so well that he acts so spontaneously. When Harold climaxed, the viscous fluid gushed over her tongue. After enjoying its flavor, Angel swallowed it, loving the way it felt as it slid down her throat. The next spurt of cum tasted just as good, but she let it stay where it was, until it was joined by a third, and equally delicious gob. She continued sucking, until she was sure that no more of his juices would be forthcoming. Holding Harold’s cock delicately in her finger tips, Angel swished his semen around inside her mouth, relishing the taste and texture before swallowing it.
Having Harold cum into her mouth the way he had was enough to trigger Angel’s own orgasm. The man under her had continued stroking her clit, even while he was cumming, and his efforts increased, until she gave a happy sigh and climaxed, squirting her own semen onto his hand and his belly. Like Harold, she ejaculated three times before she was done. And her body sprawled on top of him, smearing both of them with her juices.
She has tired, in a very happy way, but Angel wasn’t going to let any of Harold’s cum be wasted. She licked everything off his cock, especially the slit and under the ridge, feeling it soften as she did. By the time she was through, it was too flaccid for her to squeeze out the cum with her thumb and fingers as she liked to do, so Angel put his entire cock in her mouth and sucked on it, once again using her tongue to press it against the inside of her mouth until she was sure she had drained all the semen. After removing Harold’s cock from her mouth, she turned her body on top of him and rolled off, to lie on the bed facing him.
After their extremely delightful sexual escapade, with both of them cumming twice and Angel swallowing both loads of Harold’s cum, they were too tired and satisfied to do much of anything else. Their bodies were smeared with her semen and with Aqualube, but neither of them felt like taking a shower just then. The bottom sheet, where their naked bodies would be resting was covered with the same substances, but neither of them felt like doing anything about that either. After very minimum discussion, they both decided that all they wanted was to curl up together for a good night’s sleep, followed by showering together and returning to a freshly made bed for some more of what they had just been doing. Harold didn’t mention it, but he was especially looking forward to eating Angel’s delectable pussy, and hoped she would enjoy it as much as he knew he would.
THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE