ANGEL 7

Feature Writer: Boxlicker101

Feature Title: ANGEL 7

Published: 26.01.2007

Story Codes: Transgender

Synopsis: Angel helps Harold keep a New Year’s resolution —

Angel 7

Angel Jones’s Christmas sex affair with Dennis McGowan had been extremely enjoyable, but strictly a one-time thing. Although tempted to stay in London, in hopes of enjoying more of the lovely T-girl’s charms, he had previously taken on commitments that had to be met, and he left London in order to meet them. Angel was rather glad about that. The sex with him had been great; he had the biggest cock of her experience up until then, and she would have relished the opportunity to experience it some more. However, his staying in London on her account would have made her feel an obligation toward him that she didn’t want to feel. Angel was very fond of Dennis, as she was of almost all her partners or former partners, but she wanted no restraints of any kind placed on her, either by him or by anybody else. If he happened to be back in town sometime, and looked her up, they might very well spend another night in her bed, but that would be something they would decide to do then, and it would be another one time thing.

Her relationship with Harold Carpenter and with Kenny and with her other occasional sex partners was much the same. She immensely enjoyed the things that she and they did in bed, or wherever else they were, and didn’t want to stop doing them, but she also didn’t want any man to feel possessive toward her. She wanted even less to ever have such feelings toward any of them. Eventually, Angel hoped to settle down with one man, even to get married, but none of those she knew so far seemed likely to be that one. Besides, she was having too much fun the way things were and, in addition to her varied and happy sex life, her goal was still a career on the stage. That was one of the main reasons she had chosen to come to London but, so far at least, she hadn’t found anything.

The morning after Christmas Day, she met Harold in the lift on her way to work, an unusual meeting, but not the first time they had encountered each other there. They were cordial but not amorous on this random meeting but, as they exited into the building’s lobby, Harold asked her to wait because he wanted to ask her something. He was going to be attending a New Year’s Eve party where he worked, and wanted to escort her. Angel smiled and agreed, with the stipulation that nobody there was to know that she was a T-girl, unless she told them. Harold had no difficulty agreeing to this. He never thought of Angel as being anything but a sweet and sexy woman, but he knew there were some misguided individuals who regarded Transgendered persons as freaks. If they knew about her, those same people might think of him as being even worse, because he was associating with Angel, and he wanted as little as possible to do with them and their ignorance and bigotry.

The party was fun. As usual at an affair of this kind, Angel wore a knit dress, because she likes the way the fabric clings to her curves, especially while she glides about on the dance floor. The one she chose was blue, to match her eyes and contrast with her long, blonde hair. She had a few very light drinks and danced with Harold, holding him closely against her body and letting her semi-erect clit show her building sexual arousal, promising him great things later that evening. She danced with some of the other men too, but not as closely, keeping her secret from them. As usual, Angel’s beauty and grace, especially while dancing, made all the women there envy her, and all the men envious of Harold. At the stroke of midnight, she shared a long New Year’s kiss with her escort, besides kissing most of the other men, on their lips but with her mouth closed.

They were having fun at the party, but both Harold and she wanted to proceed to the part of the evening that would be even more fun, so they left shortly after the midnight kissing was over. Harold drove and, being the gentleman he always was, opened and held the doors for her, getting in and out of the car, entering the building and getting in and out of the lift. She, however, opened the door to her flat. They had tacitly decided their nights together would be spent there, because she is a meticulous house keeper and he’s the exact opposite. Once they were inside, and she had locked and bolted the door, their lips and tongues shared the kind of kiss that they had wanted to share all night.

While Harold was sitting in a chair and removing his shoes and socks, Angel hung up their coats and scarves, pulled off her boots and stepped out of her pumps. Warmly embracing and kissing some more, they sidled into her bedroom, where they stopped beside the bed. She removed his suit coat and tie and hung them over the back of a chair and, while her back was turned, he unzipped her dress and unhooked her light blue bra. Angel slipped her arms from the sleeves of her dress and let it fall to around her hips. Holding the cups of her bra in place with her hands, she turned around to face Harold.

He had seen her naked, and was well aware of the great beauty of her breasts, and she knows it. Even so, Angel couldn’t resist putting on a little show when she exposed them that night. After standing in front of Harold and smiling at him for a few seconds, Angel thrust out her chest and spread her arms, revealing the succulent orbs, and letting them bounce and sway enticingly when she moved her upper body. As expected, he bent forward, cupped one of the lovelies in either hand and kissed the nipples. However, instead of continuing to lick and otherwise pay homage to their near-perfection, Harold raised his head. He had a request to make.

“Angel, I made a New Year’s Resolution, and I hope you’ll help me keep it.”

Of course, if I can. Breaking a resolution only an hour into the new year would seem to be a very bad omen. What is it?”

“I resolved to eat your pussy at every opportunity, starting tonight. But, that means taking a shower together first. Are you willing?”

Angel smiled at that thought. Only one man had ever eaten her pussy, and that had been Kenny. She had enjoyed it immensely, and wanted to have it done regularly by the men in her life but, considering the alternate function of her pussy, she would be reluctant to ask anybody to do it. At the same time, she would never turn down a suggestion like the one Harold had just made.

“More than willing. I’d love to have you do it.”

Angel pushed her dress down over her hips, stepped out of it, and hung it over the chair back on top of his suit coat. After peeling her stockings down, and kicking them away, she was clad only in the lacy French knickers, blue to match her bra, that she favors. Before going any further, she stopped and looked at Harold. “I hope you’re going to take your clothes off first, or let me take them off you.”

She reached out to start on his shirt buttons. He stood in place until she was through with them, and turned around to let her pull the garment off him and drape it over her dress. Next, she pulled his undershirt off over his head and, when he turned back around, she unfastened his belt and pants, unzipped his fly, and pulled his trousers part of the way down. Harold sat on the bed so she could pull them the rest of the way off, fold them, and place them on top of the other clothing they had removed. With him wearing only his boxer shorts, and her clad in nothing but her knickers, they embraced and kissed again, before heading for the shower.

After turning it on to let the water warm up a bit, Angel got out two clean towels and hung them where they would be handy. With them in place, she reached out to unsnap the waistband and fly of Harold’s shorts, while he put his thumbs in the waistband of her knickers. His last garment fell to the floor, letting his erect cock spring free. When Harold started to pull down Angel’s knickers, she reached inside them to protect her clit, which was equally hard, although smaller. Her last garment ended up on the floor also, and she kicked it aside. The completely naked man and woman stepped into the cramped shower stall and moved around until their bodies were wet all over.

Angel was standing behind Harold, so she started on his back, soaping and scrubbing him from his shoulders to his hips. While she was washing his buttocks, Angel playfully slipped a soapy finger all the way inside his ass and slowly moved it in and out. He laughed, and promised to do the same thing for her, which was what she wanted anyhow. After his back and buttocks had been rinsed, Angel got to her knees to wash Harold’s legs and feet. He raised one foot at a time so she could even clean between the toes. When those were done, he turned to face her, so she could do the same for his front.

If there were one criticism Angel might make of Harold, it would be the lack of hair on his chest. There was just a small patch in the middle, and she kissed him there before busying herself with the soap and washcloth. It wasn’t important, and certainly had no effect on the sex they had enjoyed together so far, but it was a preference of hers. Even without a hairy chest, he was a handsome man, with his firm chin and dark brown hair with the streaks of grey, and his blue eyes that always seemed to be smiling.

His mouth was smiling too, as the beautiful T-girl scrubbed his chest and down to his cock. She held it gently in her hand and washed it, as well as his crotch and balls. That part was fun, but Harold was also smiling because, in a few seconds, it would be his turn to wash the succulent body of the woman who was in the shower with him. When she was finished, Angel handed the soap and washcloth to him.

Before doing anything else, Harold bent down and kissed Angel’s nipples, happy about how erect they were. His washing of her luscious breasts and belly were more fondling than cleaning, but he did get all the soap rinsed off before continuing down her body. Wanting to get back to her clit, which was as hard as the bar of soap, he continued down her legs, and washed her feet as Angel had washed his. When he started to reach toward her crotch, Angel stayed his hand.

“Let me,” she requested. Although later, when they were fucking or she was sucking his cock, Angel would expect Harold to stroke her clit and bring her to an orgasm, she was reluctant to have somebody touch her there otherwise. It was great fun as part of strictly sexual activity but, otherwise, she preferred that they didn’t. If her request had been refused, she would not actually have objected, but she was glad that didn’t happen.

After finishing that part of her body, Angel turned her back on Harold, and he quickly scrubbed her shoulders and upper and lower back. He moved more slowly on her hips and bum, because, once again, his actions were fondling as much as washing. He was saving the best part for last. Ostensibly, it was the reason for being in the shower with Angel, but he knew he would very much enjoy washing her pussy just for its own sake, and he expected her to like it too. Before starting, he knelt behind her and Angel, smiling in anticipation, bent at the waist and put her hands on her cheeks to spread them and help him do the best job possible. She was aware of how much fun it would be, having his soapy fingers on the soft skin of her pussy, but it would be even better later, in bed, when their caresses had been replaced by those of his tongue.

Ever since their first time together, when he had been preparing her with Aqualube, Harold had yearned for a chance to eat Angel’s delightful pussy, and he could hardly wait to get her into bed so he would be able to start. Before that could happen, though, he would have to thoroughly wash that area. While she held her cheeks apart, making her pussy available to him, Harold gently rubbed on the soap, using the soft pads of his finger tips. He knew how sensitive she is back there, and wanted to avoid being too rough. Also, it was much more fun to rub her with his fingers than it would have been with a washcloth. With great delicacy, he laved everything around the puckered area, homing in on what he knew would be the best of the best part.

The fingers caressing her skin felt wonderful to Angel too, and she hoped Harold would insert one of them into her pussy, as she had done to his ass. While she kept her cheeks apart, his fingers moved in concentric circles around her rosebud, until a middle one slipped inside, all the way to his knuckle, and slowly fucked in and out.

Angel sighed happily. “Mmmm, that feels good,” she murmured, and wiggled her hips, taking the digit inside as deeply as possible.

It was fun for Harold too, but it was also important to him to get Angel’s pussy squeaky clean. His intention was to actually insert his tongue in her, if he could, and he wanted no unpleasant surprises. He rinsed her thoroughly, because he didn’t want to taste any soap either. When he was finally done, he stood upright. Angel smiled and turned to him, and he could see that her clit was bouncing up and down, even harder than it had been when they got into the shower stall. His cock was in the same condition.

They stepped out of the shower, quickly dried each other off, and hurried over to the bed, where Angel lay on her back, her arms raised, offering her body to Harold. It was an offer he could not refuse. He lay beside her and cupped one lovely breast in either hand, and began licking the nipple on the peak of the nearer one. It was fully erect, and the tiny, hard ridges felt great against his tongue, just as her blissful moans were a treat to his ears. While Angel writhed in pleasure on the bed, he switched back and forth between the succulent twins.

Although what they were doing was truly delightful to both of them, they were so eager to get to the reason for taking the shower together, that they agreed, with no words spoken, to proceed there. Harold leaned back against his heels, and Angel sat up and got to her hands and knees before him. After piling pillows in front of herself, she smiled lasciviously at Harold, and reached back to spread her cheeks so he could start doing what they both wanted so much.

The first time he had prepared Angel’s pussy for fucking, Harold had been intrigued by its beauty but, as he looked at it again, he was even more enraptured. She is a truly beautiful woman in every way, but Angel’s pussy is one of the most enchanting parts of her body. The skin is a flawless cream color, and surrounds a puckered area that begins as a soft pink, and becomes a dark pink at the center of her adorable rosebud. He vividly remembered how her skin had felt to his fingers while they were in the shower, but it felt infinitely better to him when he leaned forward and placed the tip of his tongue against the top of her cleft. Very slowly, enjoying even the tiniest movements he made, Harold began slowly licking down the inside of one of the soft, smooth cheeks.

When she felt the tip of Harold’s tongue press against her very sensitive skin, Angel shivered with delight. As it slowly meandered down the inside of the cheek, pleasure rippled through her body all along its course. Moving very slowly, the tantalizing tongue skirted her puckered area, and curved around until it was between there and her scrotum. The firm strokes with just the tip against that area indirectly stimulated Angel’s prostate gland, and she moaned blissfully, while her body squirmed in front of Harold. She bowed her back, raising her hips and giving him even better access to her, and started fucking her pussy back against his face.

He pressed his mouth even more snugly against her, and his tongue started slowly working its way up the inside of Angel’s other cheek. Her pussy was one of the best places it had ever felt, with the satiny skin covering her warm, vibrant flesh. With his face wedged tightly between her cheeks, he no longer needed to spread them apart, and Harold placed his hands on Angel’s hips, holding her more tightly while she moved around and giving him enough leverage to press even more closely against her.

Angel’s clit, which had been erect since getting out of the shower, began to throb, demanding her attention. Since she also no longer needed to hold her cheeks apart, she reached down and started slowly stroking it with her right hand. After a few seconds, Harold realized what she was doing and, although his mouth was to busy to say anything, reached around to gently take hold of her clit. She gladly relinquished it to him. Although perfectly capable of doing it herself, Angel preferred having her sex partner stroke her to a climax.

His tongue reached the place where Harold had begun eating Angel’s pussy, and he started slowly licking downward, until he reached the puckered area again. Once more, he veered to the side, but not so much. His tongue gently caressed the puckering, describing a tight circle, as if bracketing her rosebud as a target, which is just what he was doing. The texture of that area was like nothing in his experience. He loved eating pussies, of natural born women and of T-girls, but the delectable one he was eating that night was almost unique in his experience.

Angel moaned blissfully, and continued fucking her pussy against the mouth that was doing such wonderful things for it. Her body writhed in front of him, and she started swiveling her hips, making her thighs thrust back and forth into the mattress like a pair of pistons. She could feel Harold stroking her clit at the same pace, and she knew she would cum from that, and it would be glorious, but she wanted to delay that moment.

After finishing the circuit around Angel’s precious rosebud, Harold slowly dragged his tongue down the center and back up. He repeated the movement, but when he stroked back upward, he squeezed the tip of his tongue inside her. The joyful noise Angel made at this escalation of his worship of her pussy filled him with delight, and he twisted and squirmed his tongue around, trying to thrust it into her as deeply as possible. He succeeded, but only to only a limited degree; Angel’s pussy was too tight and his tongue was too blunt to do what he really wanted to do. He didn’t mind too much, and neither did she. They both knew his cock would soon be buried inside her, making up for any lack of lingual penetration.

Angel was not aware of any lack or deficiency in what was going on then. Pleasure flooded outward from all parts of her pussy and filled her body. Her clit throbbed in Harold’s gently fondling hand, and she knew she was on the verge of her first climax. “Make me cum,” Angel whispered, and he did what she wanted.

While continuing the gyrations of his tongue inside Angel’s pussy, Harold stroked her clit faster, reveling in the way her body thrashed in front of him. He felt her clit jerking in his hand, and knew she had climaxed, but his grip was well back from her slit, and he kept clear of the semen she would be ejaculating. Even after her first burst of cum, he knew there was more, and his hand continued stroking her clit.

“Yes!” Angel warbled as she climaxed. She ejaculated again and again, three times altogether before she was done, and Harold removed his hand from her clit. Slowly, as if falling in slow motion, she leaned forward to sprawl on top of her own semen.

He let her lie there while he continued licking her pussy, until he finally raised his head. His cock was very hard, and he was badly in need of fucking, but he would wait until Angel had recovered her strength. Harold hoped she would get on top in the Cowgirl position again, because that was his favorite method, especially with a sexy, bosomy woman such as the gorgeous T-girl who was on the bed beside him. He lay on his back beside Angel to wait until she would be ready to mount him.

A minute later, Angel was almost ready. She smiled at Harold, especially his erect cock that was sticking straight up in the air, waiting for her to prepare it. Angel got off the bed and went to the drawer where she kept her bottle of Aqualube and her supply of condoms. She always went to the same local pharmacy for them, and always stocked up on the medium and large size, making certain to get the ones that included the pleasure bumps, because they felt so good inside her pussy. Angel selected one of the medium ones, removed it from its wrapper, and returned to the bed to hand Harold the Aqualube. She once more knelt in front of him but this time, her delight was caused by the cool gush of lubricant that he squirted into her, and by the long finger that followed and spread it inside her pussy.

“Do you want to get into the Cowgirl position again?” Harold asked. He was quite sure she would, because it had been so much fun the other time and, when Angel enthusiastically nodded her head, he lay on his back and pulled two pillows under his shoulders and head.

Straddling his knees, Angel leaned forward to lick the hard shaft that intrigued her so. She very much enjoyed the feel of the tight skin and the velvety head, but her intention was just to get it wet so she could more easily apply the condom. Afterward, she intended to suck Harold off, but Angel wanted to fuck first, cumming again and bringing him to a climax. When his cock was wet enough, she rolled on the condom and coated it with the lubricant. With her partner as ready as she was, Angel moved forward, pressing Harold’s stiff cock against his belly as she passed over it, and letting it spring up again behind her.

Neither of them could see what they were doing, but there was no real need. While her partner held his cock upright, Angel reached back and steered it to the entrance to her pussy. When she felt it pressing against the right place, she left it there and used her finger tips to spread apart the rim of the lubricated place that was about to be crammed full. Micro-manipulation with one index finger guided the tip of Harold’s cock to the center of the hole that wanted it, and Angel slowly rocked back, gasping with joy when she felt it wedge inside her pussy.

She enjoyed the happy look on Harold’s face when his cock squeezed into the delightful pussy he had just eaten, but the pleasure that radiated out from the point of penetration was much better. It came in waves and reverberated through her whole body. Angel shifted her weight slightly, and leaned back again, feeling almost another inch of his hard shaft surge inside her. “Ooooo, that feels so good,” she murmured.

“Oooo, yeah,” Harold responded. Most of his shaft had still not entered her pussy, but he could already feel Angel’s tightness, and the way she was using her muscles to massage his cock. After the climax she had enjoyed a few minutes earlier, her clit was not erect yet but, even as he watched, he could see it stirring.

Angel rocked back and forth, raising and lowering her pussy and enveloping more and more of Harold’s cock. With every movement, she could feel his thick shaft stretching open her rosebud and expanding the attached channel. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her body from those two places and, especially, from her prostate gland, which she always thought of as her rear clit. The cleverly designed bumps on the condom raked across the very sensitive organ, sending pleasure crashing outward from in waves like breakers, inundating her entire being, and already building up to what she knew would be an ecstatic climax.

After completely impaling herself on Harold’s cock, Angel reached around her cheeks to spread the edges of her pussy, enabling herself to envelop a fraction of an inch more. She was satisfied with that, and sat squirming on top of Harold, massaging his cock with the muscles inside her love channel and feeling Harold’s pubic hair tickling her sensitive skin. She couldn’t sit completely still, nor did she want to. Bliss throbbed from her pussy and her rear clit with every small movement, and reverberated throughout her whole body. Even a twitch or a quiver sent extra bursts swirling through her and, judging from the grimaces of pleasure that crossed his face, through the body of the man who was lying under her as well.

Harold’s cock has been in some truly marvelous places but, just then, the best place he could remember it ever being was inside Angel’s pussy. Her incredible love channel was like an oiled silk cavern that was so tight it could barely contain his shaft, while the entrance to that cavern was even tighter, and seemed to be alternately clutching and letting go of the base of his cock. The silken walls of the cavern were lined with muscles that massaged him, alternating in clamping and releasing all of his shaft. The multitude of sensations got even better when Angel started rocking forward and pulling her pussy off his cock. The squeezing and massaging continued to pleasure him, until she stopped with just the head still contained within.

“My God, Harold,” she told him. “I love what your cock is doing for me.”

Seconds later, it started doing more of the same, as she rocked back, lowering her body and engulfing the entire length of his cock in her pussy. Once again, Angel stayed in that position for several seconds, letting the movements of Harold and of herself send pleasure rocketing through her body. From the blissful look on his face, the big smile and the peacefully closed eyes, she knew he was feeling the same kinds of sensations. Angel lifted her pussy again. The Aqualube was still in the process of liquefying, and there was some friction, but she easily moved upward.

Moving back down was even easier. Harold opened his eyes and placed his hands on her legs and, when she was lowering herself, he pressed down with his hands and thrust his cock up to meet her pussy. The penetration seemed even deeper, and fresh waves of bliss inundated her body. Angel moaned with the incredible; pleasure, and continued rocking back and forth, pulling her pussy loose from Harold’s big, hard cock, followed seconds later by cramming it full again as he thrust up to meet her. Every movement was accompanied by blissful moans from the beautiful T-girl and the man who was sharing her bed.

She continued slowly fucking herself for a long time, feeling the pleasure mounting inside her. With every stroke, her pussy was stretched and released, and her rear clit was raked over and over by the molded bumps on the condom that was filled with Harold’s cock. Her clit was becoming stiff again, and she put her hand on it, knowing that he would take over, and would caress her to a climax when she was ready.

Harold saw Angel wrapping her fingers around her clit and, as she had anticipated, he pushed them gently out of the way. His own hand loosely held the stiffening organ, and he started massaging her in time with the slow strokes she was using on top of him. When she was ready to cum, Angel would start fucking faster and harder. Her clit would be fully hard by the time that happened, and he would continue pumping it at her increased pace, until she ejaculated into his hand and onto his body, and he followed that by filling his condom with his own semen.

She could feel that happy event building up. Angel was in no hurry, but the pleasure washing over her whole body with every stroke was mounting toward ecstasy, and she knew her climax was only minutes away. Adjusting her body slightly, she increased the pace, stuffing and vacating her pussy faster. She could feel her clit getting harder too, but it would still be a while before it started throbbing, telling Harold she was on the verge of her climax.

“Mmmmm,” he murmured happily, and responded by matching the increasing pace, driving his cock up into Angel’s slick pussy every time she impaled herself on it. The hand holding her clit moved faster too, and he could feel it had become fully erect.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Angel exclaimed with every stroke. “Keep doing that! Make me cum!” She was doing her best toward achieving that admirable goal also, moving back and forth and up and down, faster with every stroke, taking the long cock as deeply into herself as she could.

Harold could feel her clit throbbing in his hand, and he knew his cock was doing the same thing in her pussy. When he looked at her face, Angel’s eyes were closed, and her face was a mask of bliss. She moved as fast as she could in that slightly awkward position, and he continued matching her pace, both in thrusting his cock and in stroking her clit. He felt the rigid organ jerking in his hand, and felt her semen spewing out, landing on his fingers and his belly. She didn’t stop, and he didn’t either, because he felt his own pleasure, welling up inside his groin like a volcano about to erupt.

It exploded, and Harold moaned blissfully as he pumped his cum into the condom. Angel still didn’t stop, so neither did she, but both of them continued their movements. Three times her clit gushed, covering his belly and hand with her sticky fluid, before she stopped moving up and down. He had also ejaculated three times, and he could feel a great lassitude rolling over himself. His climax had been great, wonderful even, as it always was when he was with the sweet and lovely T-girl who was still crouching over him.

That had been her second climax that night, and Angel wanted to lie on her side on the bed and rest for a few minutes. She started leaning toward one side and Harold, knowing what she wanted, slowly rolled in that direction. They ended up with him between her thighs, and his cock buried deep within her pussy, where it would stay, continuing to delight her, until she disengaged from it. The two happy people embraced and kissed and whispered to one another how good it had been, and how the sex between them was getting better all the time.

After a few minutes, it continued getting better. Harold’s cock was still embedded in Angel’s pussy, still hard and sending pleasure radiating out from its presence, but she knew it was filled with his delicious semen, and she hungered for it. Carefully, she moved away, easing it from the place where it given her so much joy. He knew what she wanted to do, and he rolled onto his back so they could both get the maximum pleasure from what they were about to start doing. Angel, smiling at his response, carefully pulled the condom off Harold’s slippery cock and placed it as far out of their way as she could reach. With her fingers of one hand wrapped around the base, she started licking his cum from the sides, happily noting how his cock seemed to grow harder as she did.

Harold was happy about it too, because he knew that, once she had licked all the semen off his cock and swallowed it, Angel would suck him off and swallow that load of cum too. He smiled, adjusted a pillow under his head and leaned back to let her bring pleasure to both of them. Not only was her tongue and lips making his cock feel good, it was a visual delight to see her lovely face moving over his crotch and her tongue snaking around his erection.

It didn’t take long to clean everything off Harold’s cock and, after she was done, Angel looked at him, lying back against his pillow, ready for what he expected her to do next. He was right, and Angel smiled at him again before starting to do it. She also moved around so he would be able to fondle her pussy, if he chose to, but not so far that he wouldn’t be able to watch her sucking him off. When they were both in the preferred positions, Angel moved forward and raised her face so her mouth was directly above his upright cock. Before doing anything further, she moved her long blonde so all of it hung down the other side of her face, and Harold would have an unobstructed view of his cock sliding in and out between her lips.

As is her preference, before taking it into her mouth, she reached out and licked the velvety tip, once again relishing the texture. Her tongue slowly moved in concentric circles, pausing to lick some small drops that were oozing out of the slit. Angel was well aware that the cock she was about to suck was filled with his cum, but she also knew it would all end up in her mouth to be swallowed, as would Harold’s fresh ejaculate. The circles continued until her tongue had completed a circuit under his ridge and collected a few more drops of the viscous fluid.

Angel didn’t stop there. She continued slowly lowering her face, delighting in the feel of the hard cock easing between her lips, while her tongue swirled around its smooth, tightly drawn skin. She didn’t stop there either, but continued enveloping the hard cylinder until the tip was pressed firmly against the back of her mouth. Angel was elated at feeling no discomfort at all, just pleasure in the way her mouth was so splendidly filled. She left it like that for almost a minute, moving her face around to let the tip of Harold’s cock massage her throat and palate and to feel the shaft rub against her lips.

As wonderful as it felt while stationary in her mouth, Angel knew that Harold’s cock would feel even better moving in and out, so she slowly raised her face, licking the shaft as she withdrew. When just the head was held by her lips, she left it there, caressing the hard mushroom shape with her tongue. Slowly, Angel’s mouth enveloped Harold’s cock again, laving the hard cylinder as it was engulfed. This time, when the tip pressed against the back of her throat, she shifted her head, actually taking it part of the way down her throat. The young T-girl was very happy that she was becoming more adept at sucking a cock, because it was more fun for her and she knew she was giving more pleasure to her partner.

On that occasion, her partner was deriving tremendous joy from what Angel’s warm, wet pleasure chamber was doing for his cock. Her lips, as her face moved downward, applied perfect pressure on his erect shaft, while her tongue caressed what her mouth enveloped, almost the entire length. When she stopped and briefly paused, he could feel the muscles in her throat massaging the tip, until she raised her mouth again, licking everything her tongue could reach, until just the head was held within her lips. Adding to his delight was the sight of his cock slowly gliding in and out of Angel’s beautiful face and her soft murmurs of happiness as she slowly sucked him off.

That wasn’t the only beautiful thing Harold got to look at. Although the surplus Aqualube was trickling out, Angel’s pussy was still a thing of loveliness, and it was less than two feet from his face. He would be loath to put his tongue there until after careful washing again, but he had no reluctance about stroking the soft skin with his fingers. It felt so good, almost as good as it had felt to his tongue while he was eating her pussy, that he eased first his middle finger, then the index finger into her and started fucking them in and out.

To Angel, the fondling by Harold’s fingers had sent tingles of pleasure through her body, but their penetration sent rockets of joy, every time they stretched her pussy and massaged her rear clit. As she finished one stroke, she raised her mouth all the way from his cock, turned to him and smiled at the man who was making her feel so good. “That feels really great,” she said. “Keep doing it. I think you’ll make me cum again.”

“I hope so. I know you’re going to make me cum.”

Angel smiled lewdly at that prediction, hoping it was right, and resumed bobbing her head, taking Harold’s cock all the way into her mouth and most of the way out. As her face moved up and down, Angel’s tongue caressed the cock as it went in and out. She took a considerable amount of satisfaction in being able to curl it around and reach the top edge of his thick shaft. Every time she felt his fingers plunging into her, she fucked back, timing the strokes of her mouth so that it enveloped Harold’s cock at the same tempo as they drove into her pussy.

For a long time, they fucked and sucked quietly, the only sounds being the slurping noises that Angel’s mouth sometimes made and the happy murmurs they both uttered. Harold finally broke the silence: “I’m getting ready to cum,” he told her.

Angel said nothing, not wanting to take his cock out of her mouth. She did give him a thumbs up sign, and started stroking his cock faster in and out of her mouth. When she felt the shaft starting to throb, Angel knew she was only about a minute from getting a delightful mouthful of Harold’s semen. Not wanting any of it to dribble out and be wasted, she tightened her lips and shortened the length of her strokes. It would be difficult to determine exactly when he would ejaculate, and she didn’t want to waste it by having his cum shoot directly down her throat without having a chance to relish its flavor.

Harold writhed on the bed from the immense pleasure Angel was giving him. He continued fucking her with his fingers, and noticed her clit was fully erect, and bouncing up and down as her body moved, thrusting her pussy back to meet him. The position would be too awkward for him to reach across his body to stroke her until she climaxed, but he would start doing that after he was through cumming, which, he knew, would be in a few seconds. Faster and faster Angel sucked his cock in and out, and Harold felt the same great volcano of pleasure on the verge of exploding, and pumping his cum into the mouth that was working so had for it.

The cock in her mouth started jerking, and Angel knew it was no more than seconds away from an ejaculation. She continued sucking, and positioned her tongue so it would be in place to catch his delicious juices. He gave an extra loud, extra blissful moan, and his body spasmed, just as the first gush of semen landed exactly where it was wanted. Briefly, Angel stopped sucking, in order to fully savor the taste, and to swirl it around in her mouth, thrilling to the texture, before swallowing it, even enjoying the way it slid down her throat. She resumed sucking and, a few strokes later, another big gob landed. This one was treated the same way and, after she started sucking again, Angel continued until she was sure no more would be forthcoming.

Before removing Harold’s cock from her mouth, Angel slowly raised her head, licking the shaft to get any semen that might not have blanketed her taste buds. With just the head between her lips, she licked under the ridge and cleaned the slit with the tip of her tongue. When she was satisfied she had gotten everything from the outside, Angel removed the cock from her mouth and placed a thumb against the underside, right in front of Harold’s scrotum. With the fingers of that same hand on the upper side, she pulled it toward her face, squeezing out all the cum from the inside and catching it on her tongue. When her thumb and fingers were next to her mouth, she licked everything out of the slit. Once again, she swirled Harold’s semen around in her mouth, deriving pleasure from all its qualities, before swallowing it. With his cock empty, and starting to soften, she licked her lips to get any stray drops.

When he was in the throes of cumming, Harold had stopped fucking Angel with his fingers, but leaving them buried deeply in her pussy. While she was squeezing the cum out of his cock, he caught his breath, and was ready to resume, and to stroke her clit until she also climaxed. “Angel, why don’t you get into a 69 position,” he suggested.

Having done it their previous time together, she knew what he meant, and why, and responded by following his suggestion. Once she was straddling his chest, the same fingers resumed fucking her pussy, and Harold’s other hand started stroking her clit. At first, he used slow strokes, not wanting her to cum too quickly, until he realized that Angel was already on the verge of a climax, and increased the pace.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Angel trilled. “Oh, god, that feels good. Keep doing it!”

She had nothing to fear, because Harold had no intention of stopping. His strong affection for the sweet young T-girl made him want to give her the best time he could. Both hands moved rapidly, while Angel sobbed with pleasure and writhed blissfully above him.

“Yes!” she cried ecstatically, as she climaxed. Her semen spurted on top of Harold’s belly, but he continued to pump her clit, until she was through cumming.

Angel sprawled on top of him, smearing her sticky juices on both of them. She lay there for a few minutes, Harold’s softening cock brushing against her face, while she caught her breath and rested. Finally, after kissing his almost flaccid organ, she raised her body and looked back at the man who had just shared such a great sexual experience with her.

“That was wonderful, Harold.” A minute later, she added: “I hope you want to stay here tonight. I really love cuddling up with you in bed, you know.”

“Of course, Angel. I like it as much as you do.”

She got to her feet, gingerly picked up the used condom and went to the bathroom to flush it away. After washing off her belly and the streaks of the lubricant that had trickled out of her pussy, Angel returned to her bedroom. It was Harold’s turn to clean himself off, and do whatever else he needed and, while he was doing it, Angel replaced the bottom sheet, which was soaked with semen and Aqualube. When he returned, they finished making the bed and got into it together, in the spoon position, with his front pressed tightly up against her back, and both of them using the same pillow. Angel’s long, blonde hair in his face was something of a nuisance but, to him, the opportunity to share a bed with the lovely T-girl was easily worth it. They snuggled together in bed, tired but happy from the wonderful way they had started the new year, whispering to each other until they both drifted off to sleep.

Shortly after daybreak, Angel woke up with morning wood, and smiled happily at feeling that her bedmate had the same condition. Carefully, wanting to avoid waking him, she pried his arm off her side, got up and went to the bathroom to relieve herself and take care of other personal needs. When she returned to the bedroom, the sunlight streaming through the window provided enough illumination for Angel to find her way around, and there was no need to turn on the overhead electric light.

She smiled lewdly at the sight of the sleeping Harold. In her absence, he had shifted position, and was lying on his back, uncovered, with his stiff cock sticking up into the air. Not wanting to have such a nice erection be wasted, Angel went to the bureau drawer where she kept her sex supplies and got out a condom and one of the small bottles of Aqualube. After licking his cock to make the application easier, she rolled on the prophylactic. Harold stirred slightly, and smiled in his sleep, but did not seem to wake up. Angel smiled too. It appeared that he was having a pleasant dream, but she was about to do something with him that would be much more fun for both of them than even the most enjoyably erotic dream.

The last time she had bought condoms at the neighborhood pharmacy, Angel had also bought some of the small plastic squeeze bottles of Aqualube, expecting to carry one in her purse. Besides being small, they had long, narrow nozzles, so she could easily apply the contents to her own pussy without having to reach way back and insert a finger. Most of the time, she and the man with her would apply lubricant from a larger bottle but, at times like that morning when she would be applying it herself, the small bottle should work perfectly. Ripples of pleasure swirled through her body when she wiggled the tip of the nozzle into her pussy, squirted the Aqualube into herself, and spread it with the side of the nozzle. She smiled at the ripples, but she knew the nozzle would be followed by something that would feel vastly better.

After covering Harold’s cock with the rest of the Aqualube, Angel straddled his body and moved forward until his cock was behind her, aimed at the tight, lubricated hole where she wanted it. He seemed to be still sleeping, but she suspected he was just pretending. Either way, Angel was quite sure that he would not object to the way she was about to have them start the year. Holding the base of his shaft with one hand, and spreading her rosebud open with the fingers of the other, Angel guided the tip of Harold’s cock until it was pressed against the tiny opening she was creating. Leaning slightly backward, she felt a sudden burst of pleasure as it wedged inside her.

Apparently he felt the same kind of sensation, because Harold’s eyes popped open and, a second later, a smile spread across his face after seeing the sexy body of the delightful T-girl above him. “I must say, Angel,” he greeted her. “This is certainly a nice way to wake up.”

“It is for me too,” she replied. “And, it’s going to get even better.”

“I know it is.”

They were both right; it got much better. From the fucking she had gotten the previous night, Angel’s pussy was still somewhat stretched open, and the first time she lowered her body to imbed Harold’s cock, almost two hard inches surged into her, evoking a gasp of delight. She felt a great wave of pleasure sweep over her body from the thickness of it spreading the entrance to her pussy and expanding the attached channel, while the pleasure bumps on the condom were already raking across her rear clit. Harold sighed happily too, because Angel’s pussy was still tight enough to squeeze the entire length of his shaft that had been enveloped, sending blissful ripples through his body. Over and over, she rocked forward and back, until every inch of Harold’s cock was inside her. She smiled happily at him while his pubic hair tickled the soft skin around her pussy, and prepared to start some high quality fucking.

The man under her was just as ready. He smiled back and placed his hands on her thighs, for the same reason as he had the previous night. Her clit was already erect, but he knew Angel wouldn’t be ready to cum for quite a while yet. She would let him know when she was close, and he would stroke her to climax. For a long and excruciatingly pleasurable minute, they stayed as they were, letting her pussy squeeze his cock, and his cock stretch her pussy and massage her rear clit. Tremendous pleasure reverberated through both of their bodies. When they were ready, she slowly raised herself, withdrawing most of the way off his hard shaft.

When just the head was still inside, she paused and slowly lowered her body, enveloping all of his shaft. At just the right time, Harold pushed down on her legs and drove his cock upward into Angel. As it had a minute earlier, the long, thick shaft stretched open her pussy and love channel and scraped against her rear clit for the entire length of the stroke, until it was buried deeply inside her. The very happy man and woman sighed, delighted with the pleasure they were giving to each other and that they were receiving. Continually moving as slowly as she could, Angel leaned forward again, beginning another partial withdrawal of her pussy.

Back and forth she rocked, for a long time, every movement producing new thrills for her and for the man under her, who rammed his cock up into her at every stroke. From the tremendous pleasure that resulted from every movement, Angel’s clit had become erect; she could feel her climax welling up inside her groin, like an active volcano just before its eruption, and she knew it was time for Harold to stroke her there.

“I’m getting ready to cum, Harold. Can you play with my clit?” He responded by reaching out and taking a gentle grip on the erect organ.

Angel started moving faster. The Aqualube inside her pussy had completely liquefied, and there was no friction as she moved up and down, impaling herself on Harold’s stiff shaft as he drove it in and out of her. “Uh! Uh!” she whimpered from the incredible waves of pleasure that crashed through her. They came from where the opening to her pussy, and the adjacent channel were being stretched and released, and from where her rear clit was being massaged. Not only was Harold’s cock generating pleasure that inundated Angel, his pumping hand delighted a different part of her body. He stroked her clit at the same tempo as she fucked herself on his upright cock, until Angel’s volcano of pleasure burst out.

“Yes!” she cried joyously, as she climaxed, ejaculating on Harold’s hand and on his belly. He continued stroking her, and three more spurts of her semen shot out of her clit, before she was through cumming.

It was a great orgasm for Angel, but Harold had not cum, nor had either of them expected him to do so. They both knew what caused morning wood. She leaned to her right, and slowly fell off him, pulling her pussy away from his still-erect cock. Being very fond of Angel, Harold would have enjoyed lying in bed and cuddling with her, but he had a more urgent need to attend to.

“I’ll be right back,” he announced, and headed for the bathroom, still wearing his condom.

Smiling at the marvelous way her year was starting, Angel lay naked in bed, waiting for his return. A few minutes later, he was back, equally naked but lacking an erection. This would not be a problem, because Angel was well aware that a few seconds in her warm, wet mouth would have his cock even harder than it had been when he awoke.

Harold was fully aware of what would be happening momentarily, and he was 100% in favor of the idea too. Seconds after he rejoined Angel in bed, lying on his back, her legs were straddling him, with her pussy above and in front of his face, his cock held lightly in her hand, and her tongue avidly caressing the upper side. After the first wet stroke, he could feel it starting to stiffen, and it got harder every time she licked it.

Angel felt the rapid change too. She smiled to herself and tilted her head so she could move her mouth around to the other sides and lick them too. In seconds, Harold’s cock was almost fully erect and she raised her head so she could use her tongue to stroke the tip of it. The velvety texture makes that her favorite place to lick, and her tongue happily caressed him there as it had the previous night, continuing as she moved her face lower, and enveloped his cock in her mouth. As she always did, Angel reveled in the way the thick shaft slid between her lips, as her tongue laved the smooth skin that was stretched so tightly over its hardness.

She continued to engulf Harold’s cock, taking it deeply into her mouth until the tip pressed against the back of her throat. Once again, she felt no discomfort, even when she moved her mouth around, letting his entire erection rub all over the insides of her cheeks and her soft palate and along her lips. When that teasing was finished, Angel slowly raised her head, avidly licking the shaft as she removed her mouth from around Harold’s cock. With just the head held between her lips, she caressed it all over, especially delighting in probing with the tip of her tongue into the slit on the end.

Thoroughly enjoying what the beautiful T-girl was doing for his cock, Harold also adored the view in front of him. Her pussy was less than a foot from his face, but the left over Aqualube dripping down her crotch and thighs made him loath to orally express that adoration. However, even coated with the excess lubricant, Harold regarded Angel’s pussy as such a thing of beauty, that he had no difficulty letting his fingers express his opinion. He reached up with both hands and began caressing the smooth skin around Angel’s adorable rosebud.

When she felt their presence, Angel smiled to herself and continued to stroke Harold’s cock between her lips. His fingers felt good on her pussy, as they always did and, from the erotic combination of his caresses and the cock in her mouth, she could feel her clit starting to stiffen. She knew that Harold would be aware of it too, and would bring her to another climax when the time arrived. That would be a while, though, and he would fill her mouth with his cum, which she would swallow, before she would be completely ready for her orgasm.

Angel shifted her knees, preparatory to getting down to some serious sucking of the cock in her mouth. Her movements remained slow, but every stroke completely engulfed the hard shaft, as she opened her throat to let the head slide down there. It felt good, and Angel massaged the tip with the muscles in her throat, while her tongue caressed the hard cylinder. She was extremely happy about how practice had enabled her to suck a cock all the way into her mouth, bringing more joy to the men in her life and more into hers. Angel continued sucking slowly and for a long time, wanting to bring Harold to the most enjoyable climax she could.

He writhed on the bed from the incredible pleasure Angel was giving him. Her mouth on his cock sent joy flooding through his body, and her pussy felt so delightful against his fingers that he almost considered replacing them with his tongue. He knew he was getting close to cumming, so Harold reached out, touched her clit, and started slowly stroking it.

She knew he was close to cumming too, so Angel started sucking his cock faster, with her lips squeezing the shaft more tightly. Not wanting to have his semen shoot directly down her throat without allowing her to savor its taste, she stopped taking his cock in as deeply, and kept her tongue ready to catch his cum. As she felt his cock throbbing, Angel continued sucking, loving everything she was doing for her partner and everything he was doing for her.

His cock jerked in her mouth, as Harold started cumming. Angel’s tongue was covered with the first gush of his semen, thrilling her taste buds. She didn’t swallow it right away, wanting to relish the texture as well as the flavor, but she did briefly stop sucking to let it flow off her tongue. When her mouth resumed its labor of love, Angel’s lips were as tight as she could get them, so she could squeeze out more semen and avoid losing any. The second and third spurts of cum that landed exactly where she wanted them were just as delicious as the first, and Angel kept sucking until she was sure no more of the viscous treat would be forthcoming.

Holding the tip of Harold’s cock between her lips, she swirled his semen inside her mouth, feeling it with the entire interior, until she finally swallowed it. After that, she licked everything off the softening shaft, and squeezed everything out of its interior, using the technique she had learned. After satisfying herself that none of his semen had been wasted, Angel raised her head, prepared to enjoy her own climax. She was confident that her partner would know how to bring it about in the most pleasurable way for both of them.

After Angel finished sucking and licking all the semen from his cock, Harold knew that he could bring her to an orgasm just from the way he was stroking her clit. However, he wanted her to have the best one possible, and he knew how to ensure that she did. While his right hand moved back and forth on her clit, he twined the index and middle finger on his left hand, and held it against her pussy. There was enough lubrication there that it wasn’t necessary to spread her cheeks, and he plunged his fingers inside her. He could tell he was reaching her rear clit, and he fucked them in and out of her pussy.

She moaned blissfully. “That feels wonderful, Harold. Keep doing that.” She also encouraged him by fucking back to meet the thrusts of his fingers.

He did what she wanted, because it was what he wanted also. Slowly at first, then faster when he felt her clit throbbing, Harold drove his fingers all the way in and out of Angel’s pussy while his other hand pumped her clit. It was gratifying to see her hips swivel, thrusting her knees into the mattress on either side of him, and he increased his speed even more.

“Yes! Yes!” Angel cried out in ecstasy as her climax bubbled up within her groin and exploded outward. A spurt of semen gushed onto the man who had elicited it.

When he felt her clit jerking, Harold knew Angel had started to cum He didn’t stop, but kept stroking her clit with one hand and fucking her pussy with the fingers of the other, until he saw her start to sag forward. Her collapse pulled her pussy from his fingers, and he released her clit, to let her lie beside his softening cock, with her face beside his leg. She lay there for a few minutes, before moving to lie beside him.

After their orgasms, Harold and Angel happily lay side by side in bed until they had caught their breath and regained their strength. “What a great way to start the new year,” he remarked. She smiled and nodded in agreement. He continued: “Do you want to go out to brunch, after we get cleaned up?”

She liked that idea too. It had started to becoming custom of hers, after a night and morning of sex, to go out to brunch with the man who had shared his bed or kept Angel company in hers. She liked it, for the good food that would be involved and for the “good life” feeling it gave her.

Without much discussion, it was decided that it would make more sense for Harold to go to his own flat and shower and do whatever else he would do, and get dressed. The alternative would be for them both to crowd into her shower again, and for him to put on his soiled clothing, go to his flat and change to something clean. He would need to shave also, and his razor and other things needed were in his own flat. Showering together would be fun, but they were through with sex for the morning, and would get cleaner and would get ready for brunch faster if they both used their own facilities.

When he was done, Harold returned to Angel’s flat. They took the lift down to his car, and he drove them to the same restaurant as they had gone to before. Brunch, as before, was delicious. The servers in the neighborhood restaurant were getting to know Angel by sight, and they already knew Harold. While eating, they talked about what they would be doing that day, and their resolutions, especially his.

“I’m glad I was able to help you keep your New Year’s resolution,” she told him, with a grin on her face. “I really enjoyed it too, you know, and I hope you continue to keep it every time you can.” That was as close as she would come to asking a man to eat her pussy.

He grinned back. “I did too, and I really want to continue keeping it for the rest of the year.” That was as close as he would ever come to asking any kind of commitment from her.

“Well, I certainly don’t want you to break it.” That was as close as she would come to giving him that commitment.

Angel had a resolution of her own. She wanted to become more social with the women she worked with. Already, she lunched with them most days, but she wanted to do more. Every Friday, some of her coworkers stopped at a nearby pub to have a drink together and talk about their weekend plans, and Angel wanted to join them sometimes, starting in a few days. There was no need for her to be invited; as a fellow bank employee with a cordial relationship, she already had a standing invitation.

Wednesday and Thursday and most of Friday were routine, to the degree that handling large amounts of money and valuable paper can be routine. It was late Friday afternoon and Angel, not usually a clock-watcher, was almost counting the seconds until closing time when a new customer approached her station. She had never seen him before, and she definitely would have remembered if she had. The man wore an expensive leather jacket and was quite handsome in a very masculine way, big and broad-shouldered, with short, iron-gray hair and a square chin. His appearance was almost the epitome of what Angel favored in her men. A warm feeling swept over her, somewhat akin to the one she felt on her first meeting with George Parker, but in a more mature way.

Angel smiled prettily at the handsome stranger. She smiled at all the bank customers who came to her window, but this time it was slightly less business-like and much more flirtatious. He smiled back, apologized for getting there so late in the day, and set a small stack of financial documents on the counter between them. She groaned inwardly because Angel could see she was going to be late in leaving, although she did feel pleasure at spending the time with a man so ruggedly handsome and desirable.

“That’s quite alright, Mr. Gordon,” Angel responded, looking at the name on the top document. “We will be here as long as necessary to serve you.” She was completely sincere in what she said, and her response would have been the same, even if the man had been short and homely.