Feature Writer: Boxlicker101
Feature Title: ANGEL 8
Published: 26.02.2007
Story Codes: Transgender
Synopsis: She enjoys a weekend of sex with her hunky boy friend
Angel 8
When Angel Jones woke up on Friday morning, her long blonde hair was tousled across her pretty face and her ruffled teddy was twisted around her breasts. She brushed her hair back, adjusted the nightie and smiled at her need to do so. Although the long hair and frilly garment were sometimes nuisances, she liked and needed the feelings of femininity they gave her. To paraphrase the show tune which was one of her favorites, she enjoyed being a girl.
Angel didn’t lie in bed very long because her clit was hard with morning wood, and she had an urgent need to go to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet while she relieved herself. In the days when she was still named Lee Seymour, and was trying to be the man that her anatomy said she was, Angel had stood to urinate but she was now going all out as a woman. Besides the way she used toilets and which rest rooms she chose, this meant allowing her blonde hair to grow long and cascade down her back, and wearing only the most feminine of garments.
After breakfast and her morning ablutions, Angel carefully applied the minimal amount of makeup she used and dressed herself in some of those garments. This included a lacy aqua bra and matching French knickers, a lace-trimmed white blouse and a green mini-skirt that showed off her long, smooth legs and curvy hips and bum to the best advantage. Just before leaving her flat, she put on the green and white plaid blazer and two-inch heels. The walk to the bus stop and her ride to her job were uneventful. She got off the bus, walked the last block and greeted the handsome guard, who smiled at her beauty and returned her salutation. As Angel unlocked the door to the bank, both she and the guard watched the street for suspicious appearing persons. Seeing none, she entered, and he followed her inside and took up his post, where he would open the door to allow other employees to enter.
Since coming to work at the bank over a year ago, Angel had never missed a day because of illness, nor had she ever been late. This dependability had earned her greater responsibility, and an increase in her salary. She was assigned to be the first person to arrive, and to open the door and attend to anything that needed immediate attention. On that day, there were no urgent situations, so she hung her blazer on the chair in her tellers’ cage and went to the employee break room to make a pot of coffee.
After the bank day officially began and, as Angel went about her usual duties as a teller, her tall, voluptuous figure and beautiful face earned the usual admiring looks from male employees and customers. It also brought her more than a few envious glances from some of the women, both kinds of looks being normal. None of the people there knew of her previous life as a boy. Angel had kept it from everybody for almost two years, from the time she had started in her home town branch, and had decided to continue doing so. She had cordial relationships with most of her coworkers, and had considered telling some of them, in strictest secrecy, but had decided not to. For one thing, there was no real benefit to it. More importantly, she had noticed how gossiping, sometimes even maliciously, about the supposed sexual peccadilloes of fellow bank employees was one of the favorite pastimes of the women she associated with. Angel almost never contributed to those gossip sessions, and she had no desire to become a subject of their salacious conversations.
Her boyfriends knew, of course, and recognized her for the woman that she had become. Her oldest personal friends, both male and female, know too, and they have no problem thinking of her as a woman. Part of this is because she was, and still is, such a beauty and part is because, even then, there were usually no visible vestiges of masculinity. Her family members have accepted the change, some grudgingly, and their cards and letters were addressed to “Angel Jones” although sometimes the letters start out “Dear Lee”.
As she did her routine work that day, most of Angel’s thoughts were on her boy friend and the good times they would have together that evening. There would be dinner, followed by dancing, and the best part would be when they would make love in her bed. In the morning, there would be more love-making, followed by a very pleasant brunch in her favorite neighborhood restaurant. Angel actually started to feel her own lustful stirrings at the thought of what his cock would be doing for her in a few more hours.
Part of this may also have been the activities of Mr. Baker who, as the head teller, was Angel’s supervisor. He was, basically, a lecher, and he fondled and touched the attractive female employees at every opportunity. His favorite target was Angel, partly because she was the youngest and had the sexiest figure, and partly because she had never expressed any strong objections or done any more than move away after a few seconds of his attentions. Mr. Baker’s primary fantasy, ever since Angel started working as a trainee, was to have her under him in bed, screaming in ecstasy from the tremendous sexual pleasure she would be getting from him. He had no idea she was a T-girl. If he had known, Mr. Baker would certainly have felt much differently about such an imaginary encounter.
She had ceased being a trainee after sixty days, and had since become one of the best and most dependable employees at the bank. Even so, Mr. Baker was always hoping to find a reason to come up behind her and point something out, usually something Angel already knew about. On that day, while she was standing in her teller’s cage, he came up, pointed randomly at a copy of a receipt in front of her, and asked about it. While his left hand gestured, his right hand was first patting, then gently squeezing his subordinate’s bum. Angel blithely answered his questions, ignoring the hand.
She didn’t mind his improper attentions as much as she probably should have. For one thing, they didn’t hurt her, and he seemed to enjoy them, so no harm was being done. For another, such attentions from a man, even a twit like him, were more affirmations of her femaleness. She didn’t actually need them any more, but they were still nice to get. On that day, they also contributed pleasantly to the sexual arousal she was already feeling, since she imagined her boyfriend’s hand back there, except that his hand would have been patting and squeezing her bare skin.
Angel could never take Mr. Baker seriously as a possible lover, or even as a fun sex partner. He was much older than she, but well within the age range where she dated. The drawback about him, in addition to their professional relationship, was that he was such a homely runt, bald, at least six inches shorter than Angel, with narrow, bony shoulders, a sunken chest and scrawny arms. In order to interest her romantically or sexually, a man would have to be twice the size of Mr. Baker, which would have been an apt description of her current favorite boy friend, Rocky Gordon.
His nickname had been Rocky ever since his childhood and he much preferred that over his given name of Leslie. He was big and strong, a former all-star winger in the National Rugby League and, since his retirement from the league, a secondary school physical education teacher and coach of the soccer and rugby teams. These avocations kept him in condition almost as good as when he was faking out or bowling over defending forwards on the athletic field. His fifty-two years made him more than two and-a-half times as old as Angel, who was twenty, and that was fine with her.
While still a teenager, she was forced to accept the fact that she was a girl, albeit one born into a male body. She not only accepted it, she took the necessary steps, both medical and personal to correct the mistake that Nature had made. Hormone treatments that began at the age of 16, combined with creams and lotions where needed, gave her a soft, flawlessly smooth skin. The hormones and her own family genes also resulted in large, succulent breasts and an extremely curvaceous bum, but they could do nothing about her primary sex organs. Surgery to do anything about them would have been painful and prohibitively expensive, and would have had too many other drawbacks. After two years of letting her hair grow long and wearing makeup and women’s clothing, she finally built up enough confidence to date men.
At the age of 18, she developed a crush on a much older man, her supervisor at the bank branch in her home town where she worked, and eventually lost her virginity to him. Following a mutually enjoyable tryst on a sofa in the office where they were working overtime, he demonstrated his true nature to her. Angel was cursed, and vilified and forced to transfer to the main office in London, which actually worked out quite well for her. Although the aftermath was painful and humiliating, the sex with the cad had been anything but that. In fact, it was so great that Angel wanted much more, as much as she could get.
The first young man, who was attracted by her lovely face and figure, was repelled and angered after learning of her male sex organs. When she told him of them, being honest and upfront from the start, he came close to inflicting violence on her. Even though he didn’t quite do so, his threats and insults were bad enough, leaving her in tears and shaking her self-confidence. The results of her second attempt to establish a relationship with a young man were almost a duplicate of the first. Angel decided she needed to change her tactics. She was a woman; she knew it, and if those young punks couldn’t see the truth, that was their loss.
She began dating, and sometimes having casual sex, with men who were much older, even older than her father. Second only to her decision to live her life as a woman, that was the best thing she ever did for herself. For one thing, they tended to have more money and could show her a better time but that was very minor. Far more important was their acceptance of her as the person she had become. She was always honest with the men in her life. If they displayed a romantic interest, and it was reciprocated by her, Angel told them quite early that she was a T-girl. If they didn’t know what that meant, she explained it clearly, and the consensus among those older men was always something like: “Well, you may have started out as a man but you’re certainly a woman now, and a really beautiful one at that.”
The older men she dated treated Angel as a lady in public and later, in bed together, they treated her as a woman. Although she was lacking the primary female sex organs, none of her partners ever felt deprived. Her mouth or hands or sexy body got their cocks stiff and her pussy, what most people might have called her ass, provided some of the best fucking they had ever gotten. When she had been Lee she had masturbated, the same way as hundreds of millions of other boys, and that had been the way she expected to climax after becoming a T-girl. To her happy surprise, most of the men she started dating wanted to fondle and stroke what she and they called her clit, as they strove to achieve the nirvana of simultaneous orgasms.
All the men in Angel’s personal life regarded her with love and respect but her favorite then was Rocky. Although muscular and hairy, he was gentle and caring and treated Angel the way a lady deserved to be treated. He brought her flowers, opened doors for her, helped her with her coat and did all the other courtly things that many younger men don’t even think about and that some women would describe as sexist. Besides his chivalry, he was a knowledgeable and considerate lover, truly enjoying the foreplay that always brought her close to an orgasm before carefully inserting his cock and slowly bringing them both to ecstasy at the end of their journey. He was also a virile man and they usually reached that destination at least twice at night and again in the morning, and maybe even again that afternoon.
Their relationship had almost not gotten started. He had come into the bank late one Friday afternoon, and Angel had to work with him through some complicated problems with his account. Later, he saw her in a bar with some of her coworkers and bought her a drink and chatted briefly with her. Angel was quite taken with Rocky and was quite sure that the attraction was mutual. Her belief was borne out the following Monday.
Once again, Rocky came to the bank right at closing, but this time it was to ask Angel to join him for a drink at the same bar. Although sorely tempted, she declined. After the very bad ending of the affair at her previous posting, Angel had resolved to avoid mixing her romantic and professional lives. It was especially important to her because she was a T-girl and wanted to keep that fact secret, and she considered bank customers to be part of her professional life. Rocky returned at the same time, with the same request, for the next three days, and was turned down on two of those occasions.
On Thursday, Angel broke her own rule and agreed to meet him at the bar. A major part of her reason was that he became more attractive to her every time she saw him. Another part was that her coworkers, especially Cheryl, were aware of Rocky’s persistence, and he and Angel were already a major subject of their gossip. Because of his fame as a former star athlete, that was understandable. Wanting to either give them something juicier to talk about or shut them up, she met him and shared a table in a little frequented corner of the bar. After thanking Rocky for the drink and listening to him mumble about the powerful attraction she held for him, and had since the preceding Friday, Angel swore him to secrecy and told him the secret about herself.
Rocky was surprised, but neither dismayed nor dissuaded. He preferred to believe the evidence of his own eyes and feelings and, to him, Angel was the sexiest, most beautiful and sweetest woman he had ever met, and he didn’t care if she sat or stood to urinate. They went out on a date Saturday night, and ended up in Angel’s bed. At first, he was rather squeamish about fondling her clit, aware of something similar on his own body, but he overcame that irrationality, and his cock in her pussy and his stroking hand brought her to a memorable climax. Apparently he did some research and thinking before their next date, which was on the following Saturday, because he offered to eat her pussy. Angel, of course, was all for that idea, and they quickly established a mutually very satisfactory relationship. He became Angel’s favorite boyfriend, although he was just one of several men in her life.
At seven o’clock, as promised, Rocky rang the doorbell and identified himself through the intercom. When he knocked on her door, Angel let him in and they greeted each other with an eager embrace and kisses that started out to be affectionate and quickly became passionate. They both knew they were going to end the evening in bed together and were already working toward that extremely desirable goal.
“Angel, you seem to get more beautiful every day,” Rocky told her when her tongue finally released his and he was able to pull it out of her mouth. “I’ve been counting the seconds all day until I would finally get to see you again.”
“Oh, Rocky. How you go on.” It may have sounded like a line, but it was the truth. Rocky was truly smitten with the lovely young T-girl.
Angel had changed her clothes to a longer and fuller skirt for the evening and a darker blouse. Rocky held her wrap for her, as is his wont, and escorted her to his car, where he opened the door for her. Dinner at their favorite upscale restaurant was an extremely enjoyable meal, as the two of them talked of their days’ work and observations. The wine and roast beef and salad were excellent, as they had expected.
Dancing and a few drinks followed, and Angel demonstrated one of the reasons for wearing the fuller skirt. She enjoyed twirling around the floor with Rocky, joyfully letting her hair swing about her face and shoulders and showing off her long, beautiful legs. As a talented dancer, and a good singer, she has always had hopes of some day appearing on the stage, although she has put that dream temporarily on hold. Most of the men in the night club envied Rocky for the tall, beautiful woman in his company, and many of the women resented the fact that such a handsome older man should be accompanied by a woman who was so lovely, but young enough to be his daughter.
Neither Rocky nor Angel cared about what other people thought and, when the band began playing slower tunes, the second reason for the looser fitting skirt came into play. With her delightful body pressed against him, especially knowing what they were going to be doing soon, Rocky started becoming aroused. Angel felt his burgeoning erection and smiled up at him. Her own sexual desires, as she felt his stiffening cock and thought about the pleasure it would soon be giving her, caused her clit to stiffen. The lights were dim and romantic but, if anybody had been interested enough to look closely, they might have seen the tenting in his pants. However, they would not have seen a similar bulge in Angel’s loose skirt.
Although they were enjoying the dancing and the music, both knew that much greater pleasures awaited them in her bed. After one unusually intimate number, Rocky smiled down on his partner. “Ready to leave?” he asked.
She smiled back and nodded her head. Rocky settled the tab and they walked, hand in hand, to his car. On the drive to her flat, Angel’s hand was on his leg some of the time, but mostly it reached inside his pants to play with his rigid cock. About a minute before her mouth would have replaced her hand, they arrived at their destination.
The block of flats allocates two parking spaces to Angel, as it does to all its tenants, although she had never used either up until that time. Rocky parked in one of them, and they hurried through the lobby to the lift, and from there to her door, both of them eagerly anticipating what they would be doing in a few minutes. After securely locking the door behind them, Angel pulled down the covers on her bed and they lay there kissing, their tongues twining together and their hands caressing each other’s bodies, until she broke off one kiss and sat up. They had left the bedroom lights on. Although there is something to be said for the romantic darkness, they both preferred being able to see each other while they made love.
“Excuse me, My Dear,” she said in her most siren-like voice. “Let me slip into something more comfortable.” The line was a cliché but it never failed to bring a smile to both their faces and it accurately described part of what she wanted to do.
In the bathroom, Angel stripped off all her clothing and critically examined her breasts in the mirror. They were still growing, albeit slowly. The wonderful man waiting for her loved them the way they were but he would love them even more after they had reached their full size. The transparent, silky blue negligee she had picked out that morning was hanging by the mirror, and she put it on. There were matching knickers but they would only have gotten in the way, so she left them on the hanger and continued preparing her body for the incredibly pleasurable activities that she knew would be resuming as soon as she finished what she was doing.
Angel is aware of how much Rocky likes to eat her pussy before impaling her with his cock, and she wanted to avoid his getting any unpleasant surprises. Using baby wipes, she carefully scrubbed every place between her cheeks where he would be putting his tongue, almost sterilizing her skin. This was followed by further washing with a soft, wet cloth. She doesn’t like any unpleasantness either. When she returned to the bedroom, Angel was ready for what she considered the best part of the evening. Dining out and dancing were among her favorite activities but, ever since her first sexual experience, she has loved fucking, especially with a rugged, handsome man like Rocky, more than anything else.
He was lying on the bed, a pillow under his head and others piled up beside him. They both knew what those additional pillows would be used for. In her absence, he had also changed his attire and was wearing only his boxer shorts. He wasn’t entirely wearing them, either, because his hard, thick cock was sticking straight up through the fly. Rocky and Angel smiled when they saw each other, and she knelt on the bed next to him, taking his erection gently in her fingers and kissing it, before lying next to him on the bed.
They didn’t need much more foreplay than what they had been doing with each other on the dance floor and in the car, but Angel kissed his lips again, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Rocky responded happily and they spent several minutes with their mouths pressed together before she began trailing kisses down his torso, pausing to lick both his nipples. She had always been very attracted to his broad shoulders, hairy chest and bulging muscles, but the part of his physique most enticing to her that night was lower on his body.
As part of their normal love-making, Angel likes to remove Rocky’s shorts, and she got back on her knees and did so then, pressing his cock against his belly to work the elastic waistband over it. After he had raised his ass to let her remove them, she pulled the shorts all the way down, and off his feet and tossed them onto the floor, leaving Rocky naked. His cock had sprung back, bigger and harder than ever, and she held it in her fingers again and licked the head and around the ridge.
Angel shifted her knees and leaned over the naked man, putting one hand on the opposite side to support her weight. She lowered her face again until her lips were once more at the head of his cock. This time, she opened her mouth and slowly enveloped his erection until the tip was pressed against the back of her throat, and continued until her lips were pressed against his pubic hair. She had learned to completely engulf most cocks in her mouth, letting the tip slide down her throat, where it was massaged by the muscles there. Angel closed her lips firmly on the shaft, delighting in the feel of his thick roundness. Her tongue laved the entire length, relishing the way the smooth, tightly-stretched skin felt. Slowly, she bobbed her head up and down a few times, caressing Rocky’s cock with her throat and tongue and lips.
As much as they enjoyed what Angel was doing with her mouth, they both knew it was no more than foreplay. After those few strokes, she raised her head and smiled at her reclining man.
“My turn now,” he announced and Angel lay down where he had been, with the same pillow under her head.
This time it was Rocky who leaned forward over his partner’s body. Angel opened her negligee and cupped her breasts for him, and his tongue fondled first one of her nipples, then the other. Although rather small for the size of her breasts, her pink nubbins were very hard and sensitive and she could feel pleasure swirling through her body from his touch. He held his face so she could watch as his tongue caressed her, sometimes with broad strokes and sometimes with short jabs, using just the tip. From the visual treat and, especially from the tactile sensation, her excitement mounted above its already high level.
Angel continued to watch as Rocky drew one of her breasts into his mouth and started to suck on it. As he sucked, his lips formed a seal on her supple flesh and his tongue continued to caress her nipple and areola. More and stronger thrills coursed through Angel’s body as his mouth switched back and forth between her twin beauties. After several minutes of the intense pleasure, Rocky started licking and kissing his way down the creamy skin of her belly.
He stopped when he reached her blonde pubic hair. Although Rocky has always thought of Angel as a beautiful and sexy woman, he is aware that what they call her clit or front clit is, anatomically, a cock. Later, he would stroke her there while bringing her to a climax, but he had always drawn the line at kissing or sucking that part of her body. His reluctance was fine with Angel, because she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Rocky raised his head and leaned back on his haunches. Angel knew it was time to move on to even more pleasurable play and she got to her knees and piled the extra pillows in the middle of the bed. There was also a package of condoms and a plastic bottle of Aqualube there, and she placed them beside the pillows where they would be ready when needed. After everything had been arranged in the desired position, she knelt in front of them, her knees wide apart, and leaned forward so the pillows were supporting her upper body. Angel felt the bed shake as Rocky moved to be directly behind her, with his knees between her legs.
After he had flipped the bottom of her negligee up onto her back, she felt Rocky’s hands on the upper part of her ass cheeks. Angel reached back to take hold of the lower part. Between their efforts, they gently spread them so he could start eating her pussy the way they both love so much. A shiver of pleasure shot through her when she felt the tip of his tongue at the top of her cleft. Many more shivers followed, multiplying in their intensity as he slowly licked his way down the soft, smooth inside of her cheek. On her ultra-sensitive skin, she could feel his tongue slowly caressing her, followed closely by his heavy breathing, as they both became more sexually aroused.
“I love that,” she murmured. “Please don’t stop.” He didn’t answer, nor did she want or expect him to, because that would have interrupted the blissful sensations they were both feeling, but they both knew he had not the slightest intention of stopping.
Before Rocky started eating out Angel, he had paused to admire her delectable pussy. It is truly a thing of beauty, with the ivory skin of the inside of her cheeks, surrounding the light pink puckered area, which frames her delightful darker pink rosebud. He knew and appreciated how she had meticulously cleaned herself there just before coming to join him in bed. As lovely as her pussy is to look at, however, he received even more pleasure from the way it felt to his tongue and lips as he licked and kissed the incredibly soft and satiny skin on the inside of her cheek.
His tongue slowly meandered downward, covering everything, until he started feeling the puckered area, which he avoided, as he continued down to her crotch. Angel arched her back to give him even better access to where they both wanted his tongue to go and he licked the entire area between her scrotum and her adorable rosebud that they knew would be the ultimate object of his pleasuring mouth. Still advancing slowly, his tongue lovingly stroked its way up the equally divine inside of the other cheek, once again avoiding the puckered area.
The incredibly delightful sensation of Rocky’s caressing tongue caused Angel to start to move involuntarily in order to receive the full benefit. Besides arching her back, she started pushing against the pillows and toward the giver of so much delight. When Rocky had been licking her crotch, his nose had been pressed against her rosebud, a hint of what was yet to come.
“Oh, Rocky,” Angel sighed. “That feels so good. I love what you’re doing back there.”
She loved it even more when his tongue reached the top of her cleft, where it had begun, and started down the middle. Once again it turned when it reached where the puckering begins but this time he caressed that area, as if defining a target with her precious rosebud in the bull’s-eye. When he paused again just above the ultimate target of his tongue, Angel shivered in anticipation. She didn’t have to wait long because Rocky was enjoying this part of their love-making as much as she was. Angel felt his tongue slowly laving downward, giving her pleasure so intense that her hips started swiveling, thrusting her knees, like pistons, into the mattress. His tongue slowly traveled up over the same spot, sending even more thrills of delight coursing through her body.
“Lick my pussy! Keep licking me!” she interrupted her moans of pleasure to urge.
No exhortation was needed. Rocky’s tongue continued its wet caresses, sometimes licking up and down on her eager rosebud and sometimes from side to side. Angel’s clit was fully erect and her whole body writhed from the intense pleasure she was getting. Her legs continued to alternate driving into the mattress as she rocked back and forth on the bed. She pushed against the pillows to fuck her pussy back against the mouth that was driving her toward ecstasy. The best part was when Rocky’s fingers pulled the edges of her rosebud slightly open and squeezed the tip of his tongue inside. That particular sex organ was too soft and blunt to truly make a penetration but they both knew that he had another one that could and would.
As delighted as she was from what Rocky’s tongue was doing, Angel knew that even greater delights still lay ahead and she became avid to experience them. Her hand delved under the pillows and found the condoms and the Aqualube and she handed them to the man who was kneeling behind her. As always, they were the ones with molded pleasure bumps. Angel always bought that kind, because of what they did for her.
He accepted them and leaned back. Seconds later, Angel heard one of the packets being torn open and the slight squeaking as Rocky rolled the condom onto his cock. She couldn’t become pregnant, of course, and neither had any concern about contracting AIDS or any STD’s from the other. Angel insisted on the condom because, after they had cum for the first time, she relished licking and sucking the semen from his cock, and would lovingly use all parts of her mouth to prepare him for more fucking.
Angel felt the neck of the bottle being inserted into the opening of her pussy, followed by the delightful gush of coolness. That was followed by Rocky’s finger entering her and spreading the lubricant all over where his cock would soon be. He also coated the edges of her hole and, when he was done, told her to roll over onto her back.
She did so eagerly. The second time Angel was with a man and they reached the point where they were ready to fuck, she expected to use the same position she had used in her other encounter, face down, with the man lying on top of her. Instead, the second man wanted her to lie on her back, with her pussy raised by the pillows to a good level for fucking. Angel was delightfully surprised at how much better it was for her, especially when her partner was so easily able to stroke her clit until they climaxed almost simultaneously. Since then, she prefers using what she thinks of as the T-girl versions of the missionary position or the cowgirl position, and the advantages and benefits of both are obvious, especially with a man she cares for as much as she cared for Rocky. He also likes either way, as do all her other partners.
While lying on her back, her pussy raised by the pillows, Angel adjusted her position so her knees were bent and her feet were flat on the mattress. Once again, her hands reached around her body to spread her cheeks, this time to help Rocky’s cock gain entrance to her pussy. She smiled when she saw it moving toward her, big and stiff, encased in latex and covered with Aqualube. The head was aiming straight at the hole they both wanted to be filled to capacity, or even beyond.
Angel murmured happily when the tip of Rocky’s cock pressed against her rosebud. She moved her fingers more closely together so she could pull open the edges to help it enter. With a gasp of delight, Angel felt the head push its way past her fingertips and wedge into the place that had been so avidly anticipating it all day. Waves of exquisite pleasure flooded her body, radiating out from the place where his cock had squeezed into her. The best part, Angel knew, was that it would get much better, and continue getting still better until they reached their apex of ecstasy and climaxed.
Rocky was getting almost as much enjoyment as Angel was, even though his cock had barely started to enter her well-lubricated hole. After pausing for a few seconds, he gave a second thrust and almost another inch of his hard shaft eased into her, eliciting moans of pleasure from them both. She moved her fingertips closer to the point of penetration, and felt all around it, wanting to make sure there were no potential problems, such as loose skin.
Finding none, Angel started to raise her legs and Rocky reached under her knees to help her, until the backs of her calves were resting against his shoulders. His arms were wrapped around her legs with his hands on her thighs. For leverage, he would be able to press his arms against her legs as he thrust into her and Angel could push against the bed, using her elbows and forearms, as she fucked forward and upward to meet him. When she was ready to cum, hopefully after a long and wonderful period of fucking, he would stroke Angel’s erect clit until she climaxed and ejaculated her semen against his hand and both their bellies.
“Ah! Oh!” Angel groaned as another strong thrust buried more of Rocky’s cock inside her. The hard, round thickness of his shaft spread open the tight entrance to her pussy, sending one kind of pleasure throbbing through her. The deeper his cock, burrowed into her, the more it stretched her narrow channel, sending a different kind of joy radiating out from all along its pathway. With the deeper penetration, a new and even more intense sort of delight arose, as the molded pyramids surrounding Rocky’s cock began massaging her prostate gland, what Angel thought of as her rear clit. All three kinds of pleasure crashed through her body, making her writhe joyfully on the heap of pillows, as her head rolled from side to side.
With another thrust, Angel’s incredible bliss mounted to even greater heights. This time, she pushed with her arms to propel her body part of the way onto his cock. “Fuck my pussy, Rocky,” she implored him. “Fuck me hard.”
With great alacrity, he complied. One more strong push and his cock was totally inside her, with his pubic hair tickling the same smooth skin his tongue had been caressing a few minutes earlier. For several strokes, she was the only one moving as Rocky let her set the pace she wanted. He remained stationary for almost a minute before starting to match her tempo, plunging his cock in and out of her pussy as they pleasured each other.
They continued for a long time, using slow, deep strokes, building toward the ecstasy they both knew awaited them. Rocky looked down on the delightful sight spread out below him, Angel’s lovely body, naked and clearly visible under the transparent negligee, thrashing on the bed and pillows. Her head, eyes closed in bliss, tossed back and forth. As she moved in front of him, fucking herself on his cock, he watched her big, succulent breasts swaying erotically under the nightie. When she opened her eyes, she could see a sight that was just as exciting to her, Rocky’s large, hairy frame and his face, mirroring his extreme pleasure, moving slowly above her.
The Aqualube had completely liquefied and, although Angel’s pussy was still tight, she could feel the entire length of Rocky’s thick shaft sliding in and out of her with no friction. Every time his cock surged into her, she thrust her body toward him to meet it until his pubic area was pressed against the soft skin inside her cheeks. Wave after wave of intense pleasure inundated her body as his cock moved inside her, each one greater than the one before it. Angel could feel her front clit throbbing and knew that she was on the verge of a tumultuous climax.
“Fuck me harder!” she demanded. “Make me cum.” As if to emphasize her desire, her body moved faster, impaling her pussy on the cock that was ramming in and out of her.
Rocky had felt his own climax building and he was glad to do what the gorgeous T-girl wanted. His thrusts increased in speed, matching Angel’s movements, and his hand delicately held her clit. As he drove his hard cock in and out of her, he gently stroked that equally rigid organ, feeling it throb and jerk in his hand. A great gusher of pleasure welled up within him, concentrating in his groin. He gave a loud sigh of bliss and climaxed, his cum spurting into his condom. With satisfaction, he felt Angel’s clit jerk seconds later and saw and felt her semen spurt onto his hand and their bodies.
Angel groaned with delight and arched her back as her cum gushed. From the grimace of pleasure that crossed Rocky’s face, she knew he had just cum too. He did not stop driving his cock in and out of her, nor did he stop caressing her clit until they were both through ejaculating. Angel completely relaxed on top of the pillows and, looking up, could tell that Rocky wanted to join her in cuddling on the bed.
He released her clit and brought his arms back from around her thighs. She straightened out her legs again, and reached her arms up to him. Rocky leaned forward, took hold of her upper arms, and pulled her closer to him, with her legs on either side of his hips and his cock still buried in her pussy. Slowly, Rocky let himself fall, clinging to Angel’s arms and leaning to the side. He ended up on his back, with Angel sprawled on top of him and facing him, his shaft still hard and still imbedded in her pussy. For a long time, they lay like that, kissing and caressing each other and whispering about how great it had been.
His cock softened and slipped out of the hole where it had given and received so much pleasure. They didn’t care. When they were ready, Angel would peel off and discard the latex protector, lick off his semen and suck Rocky’s cock until it was hard. After that, she would either suck him off or apply another condom so they could fuck some more. They still had all that night to pleasure themselves and each other, and the next two days after that, and they intended to make the most of all that time.
After a week of working and the dancing and the great sex, Angel and Rocky were both a bit tired. In the spoon position that she likes, they slept briefly and, when she woke up, she was ready for more fucking. Neither of them had put on any clothing, feeling it would just get in the way, and she reached down and carefully removed the condom from his cock. It was not completely flaccid and, as she fingered it, it became less soft. Angel smiled at that but, before she did anything else, she went to the bathroom, flushed the condom down the toilet, and wiped most of the excess Aqualube off her pussy and legs.
When she returned, the first thing Angel did was to roll Rocky onto his back. He woke up and, knowing what was about to start happening, made no complaints. She knelt next to him, making sure that he would be able to see what she was doing and reach out and fondle her pussy or anything else he wanted. The Aqualube was near him so Rocky would be able to use it to prepare her when they were ready for more fucking. His cock was almost flaccid but, even before she took it into her mouth, it started to stir as Rocky looked at her sexy body with the knowledge of what was about to start happening.
Angel bent down and, using her tongue, pulled the soft cock between her lips. Once it was inside her wet pleasure chamber, she fondled it with all parts of her mouth, pressing it against the insides of her cheeks and entwining her tongue with it. This treatment made it immediately start to get stiffer, giving Angel a certain sense of empowerment, which she likes to feel. She also likes having a hard cock, especially one like Rocky’s, inside her mouth. In a few seconds, it was firm enough for her to start sucking on it.
After shifting her knees to give herself better balance, Angel delicately held the base of Rocky’s shaft, leaned forward and started licking the head. She really loves the sensation of that velvety surface against her tongue, and she could feel her clit starting to stiffen too. In concentric circles, Angel licked the head that felt so good, until her tongue was making a circuit around the ridge, tasting the droplets of cum that still clung there. Very slowly, she lowered her face, engulfing his cock, which had become fully erect by that time, while her tongue caressed its sides.
Once again, Angel deep-throated her man, taking his shaft all the way into her mouth and down her throat until her lips nuzzled his pubic hair. After a few seconds in that position, she raised her mouth again, until just the head of his cock remained, her lips holding it in the perfect place to be caressed by her tongue. Slowly, Angel stroked his cock with her mouth, until it was as hard as it had been when it had given her pussy such a glorious stuffing. She stopped and raised her head all the way to turn and smile lewdly at the man who was lying on his back. It would have been delightful to suck off Rocky, and swallow the delicious cum he would shoot into her mouth, but it would be even more fun to fuck some more.
To Rocky, being sucked off by Angel or fucking with her was a choice between Heaven and Paradise. He expected to do both that weekend but, just then, he would let her do whichever she wanted. When he saw her backing toward him, holding her pussy open to be prepared, he picked up the bottle of Aqualube and removed the cap. When she was in the right position, he twisted the neck into the tight hole that would soon be surrounding his cock. There was still some lubricant inside her, but not enough, so he added more and added the new dollop evenly to what was left over.
With her pussy ready, Angel crept back down the bed, picking up another condom along the way, until she turned and knelt, straddling Rocky’s thighs and facing him. She removed the wrapper, placed the center of the rubber disk on the tip of his rigid cock, and carefully pulled the edges down until his erection was fully encased. He handed her the lubricant and its cap, and Angel coated the hard shaft that was waiting to pleasure her, screwing the top back on and setting the bottle out of their way when she was through. Smiling even more lasciviously, she walked forward on her knees, pressing Rocky’s hard cock against his belly to keep it out of the way. When she had gone far enough, it popped back up behind her. Angel backed up slightly, and raised her body, so Rocky could reach down under her and hold his cock upright so she could impale her pussy on it, the way they both wanted her to do.
Not in any hurry, knowing they had all the time they could possibly need, Angel spread her cheeks and lowered her body. When she felt the tip of the hard cock pressing against the entrance to her pussy, she guided it with her index fingers until it was perfectly centered. Lowering her body another inch, Angel felt it wedge into where it was wanted, and drew her breath in sharply through her teeth at the great wave of bliss that swept out from where it penetrated her.
Good as it felt already, Angel was well aware that it would get much better. Still holding her pussy open, while Rocky held his cock in place, Angel leaned back a little more. She quivered in delight when the hard shaft squeezed more deeply into her, its thickness expanding the opening and stretching the adjacent channel, sending more joy crashing through her body. After she had rocked forward and back one more time, Rocky’s cock began massaging her rear clit, with the pleasure bumps on the condom raking over it and sending a wholly different kind of delight reverberating through her.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she murmured. Rocky smiled back and told her how good it felt to him too. He meant what he said, because the muscles in Angel’s pussy were clutching and releasing his cock every time either of them moved. Seconds later, it felt even better to both of them, as Angel rocked back farther, taking his hard cock deeper into her pussy.
She continued rocking back and forth, until Rocky’s shaft was imbedded all the way in her pussy. Intense joy throbbed out from where he stretched her and from the way even the slightest movement of either of them caressed her rear clit with the pleasure bumps that bulged out on his condom. Rocky was just as delighted with the way Angel’s tightness squeezed the entire length of his cock, sending ripples of bliss through his body. They stayed like that for almost a minute, happy in what they felt, and even happier in knowing it would get even better when the serious fucking started.
It started by Angel slowly raising her body, pulling her pussy away from around Rocky’s shaft. She paused with just the head of his cock still inside her, and lowered herself again. As she did, he put his hands on her thighs, and rammed upward to meet her, and they both moaned in pleasure when their bodies came together.
“God, that’s good,” Angel exulted, while Rocky’s pubic hair tickled her pussy and his cock sent waves of pleasure through her body.
“It sure is,” he replied, while the muscles in her tight, slick love channel squeezed and released his shaft.
It was extremely good for both of them, but it got even better. Once again, she raised her pussy most of the way off Rocky’s cock, feeling it massage her rear clit on the way out. Angel paused again, before lowering her pussy and impaling herself on the same hard cylinder, as he thrust up into her pussy. The two of them sighed happily and started another stroke.
This one was just as good, and so were the next and the next, and many more after that. The Aqualube worked perfectly and Angel’s pussy, although tightly hugging Rocky’s cock, moved easily up and down. Every time his cock surged into her, it seemed to expand the opening and the attached channel anew, and bolts of joy shot through her body when it scraped against her rear clit. Her blissful moans were matched by his, because Rocky enjoyed the fucking just as much as she did, and the longer it went on, the better it got.
It was so good for Angel that her clit was just as hard as the cock plowing in and out of her pussy, and she started to grope for it. As she knew he would, Rocky saw her, and reached out to hold the rigid organ in his hand and start to stroke it in rhythm with her movements. She felt her climax mounting, and growing closer, and she increased her pace, which was matched by Rocky, both in thrusting up to meet her and by his hand pumping her clit.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” Angel whimpered as she impaled her pussy faster and faster on Rocky’s cock, knowing her orgasm was imminent. He matched her sounds of pleasure, panting and grunting, as he also drew closer to cumming, and he stroked her clit faster. Her body wobbled from side to side and her arms flailed the air as Angel continued bouncing up and down on top of her man.
“Oh! AH!” she cried out, ecstatically as she climaxed, shooting her cum onto Rocky’s hand and belly.
Neither of them stopped, or even slowed down appreciably. Angel’s movements were even more erratic as she bounced up and down, and she spurted two more loads of semen onto Rocky, before stopping and starting to fall slowly forward over him. It was his turn then, and he supported Angel, keeping her upright, while he plunging his cock in and out of her pussy,
“Ah! Ah! AH!” he blurted, no less joyfully than her cry of delight, as he matched her climax, filling his condom with his cum. Rocky didn’t stop either, but continued ramming his cock into Angel until he had ejaculated a second time. He was through then, and knew it, and he rolled to one side to help Angel gently complete her fall and lie beside him.
They lay quietly like that for a few minutes, while his Rocky’s cock softened until it slipped out of the hole that had been so hospitable and that it had crammed so well. Angel was tired and happy and almost ready to fall asleep, after cumming twice, and she knew Rocky was too. However, she wanted a snack before sleeping, and knew where she could find a delicious one. Angel got to her knees beside the man who would be providing it and he, knowing what she wanted, turned his body to lie on his back so she could get it. First, Angel pulled the condom off Rocky’s softening cock and set it in the same place as she had temporarily left the first one. She would dispose of this one the same way, before snuggling up to sleep, but she wanted her snack first.
Holding Rocky’s sticky cock in her fingers, Angel started licking the head and, when that had been cleaned, her tongue moved down to remove all the semen from under the ridge. Taking her time, not wanting to miss any of the delicious treat, she licked his entire shaft, down to and even around his pubic hair. When she had gotten everything from the surface, Angel went after what was still inside.
Starting with her index finger at the base, right in front of his scrotum and the thumb of that hand on the upper edge, she started squeezing his cock. She slowly moved her hand forward, pushing his semen with her finger, catching it on her tongue and pleasing her taste buds. When her hand reached the head of Rocky’s cock, she burrowed the tip of her tongue as far as she could into the slit on the end, wanting to get even that final drop. Satisfied that she had gotten all the semen available, Angel savored it, before swirling it around in her mouth to enjoy the texture, and swallowed it, relishing the way it slid down her throat.
She was sleepy and ready to retire for the night, and she knew Rocky was too but, before lying down into a sleeping embrace, Angel went to the bathroom and flushed away the condom. She also wiped off what makeup was still on her face, and cleaned most of the lubricant from her thighs and pussy, before rejoining Rocky in her bed. Angel lay down in front of him, both of them still naked. They shared the same pillow, and he wrapped his arms around her, letting his hands rest affectionately on her breasts. As sexually satisfied as she was, the nipples were no longer rigid, but they would be in the morning.
They still had the rest of the weekend before them. When they woke up, they would enjoy more sex, followed by showering together, followed by making the bed with clean sheets. After that, they would go out to brunch together in a neighborhood restaurant that Angel favored. Most likely, they would return to her flat and spend a good part of the rest of the day in her bed, doing more of what they had just been doing. Rocky and Angel really loved spending weekends together.
THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT