Feature Writer: Boxlicker101
Feature Title: ANGEL 9
Published: 12.03.2007
Story Codes: Transgender
Synopsis: Her sex life develops a Jamaican flair, and gets better
Angel 9
Angel Jones had been working as a teller at the big London bank for over a year, and her duties had become almost routine to her. It didn’t seem like a rut, because she enjoyed her work, and it paid well enough to meet her needs. She enjoyed a good relationship with her fellow tellers, mostly attractive young women, and even derived a certain amount of amusement from Mr. Baker, their lecherous supervisor. Angel saw no harm in his attempts to fondle her bum and her breasts. There were times his persistence became a bit annoying, but mostly his efforts were harmless, and she accepted them.
The lovely, young T-girl no longer needed the reassurances of her femininity, having had that established by her frequent and highly enjoyable sexual escapades with the men in her life. However, she also remembered when she did need those reassurances, and Mr. Baker had been one of those providing them. Although Angel was fully aware that his actions were strictly for his own jollies, that residual feeling of gratitude was enough for her to refrain from making any official complaint about his attentions. Unwanted they may have been, but they were tolerable, and she saw no benefit to making a fuss.
Her most regular and frequent sex partners were Harold Carpenter, who lived in the flat next to her, Rocky, the former star rugby player and Kenny, from the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgendered Association. All of them had shared some great times with Angel, both in and out of bed, and there had been others, mostly men she had met at the GLBTA. She relished what went on between her and all of those men, even when it turned out to be something less than fully satisfactory. Although she had changed from being a tall, gawky teenage boy to a truly beautiful and graceful young woman, Angel had the same powerful sex drive as a young man, and wanted to fuck and suck at least every weekend, and whenever she could in-between.
On this particular Friday, Angel was feeling even hornier than usual. She hadn’t gotten any action since the previous Friday night, and that time had been much less satisfying than most of her weekend encounters. The man she had taken to her flat had not been as virile as most of her partners, and her mouth had been unable to coax a second climax, with the accompanying delicious mouthful of semen, out of him. She hadn’t even been able to stiffen his cock enough to fuck for a second time. He also hadn’t seemed to be interested in eating her pussy, and Angel would never have the nerve to ask a man to do that.
She did cum twice that night, a weak one from his rather small cock and another unsatisfactory time from his finger desultorily thrusting in and out of her pussy while her mouth was trying to stiffen that cock again. He hadn’t even been willing to stroke her erect clit either time, leaving it up to her to take care of herself. Furthermore, he left as soon as it became obvious that her oral efforts would not even produce the wanted second erection. It may have been embarrassment or it may have been because he just lost interest. Either way, Angel spent the rest of Friday night alone in her bed, and there was no leisurely Saturday morning sex, which she loved so much, and no brunch in her favorite restaurant after that.
She was actually horny again by Sunday night, and the condition had gotten stronger as the week progressed. By Friday, her needs were urgent. That was the night of the monthly dance at the GLBTA, and she was really looking forward to it, for several reasons. For one thing, it had become a regular feature for her to sing and dance there and entertain the other members. She enjoyed their applause, which was loud and sincere, and the compliments that were invariably forthcoming after she finished. Besides that, it was an opportunity to work on her act which, some day in the near future, she hoped to be performing on stage in front of a crowd who had paid money to see and hear her. Those people would be a much tougher audience, but Angel believed that her beauty and talent would enable her to succeed, especially combined with the practice she was getting, and the encouragement of her friends.
When she looked around the meeting, Angel was rather disappointed that Kenny was not there, nor any of her other previous sex partners. Several new men were in attendance, and she found herself especially drawn to a large young man across the table from her. He was extremely dark, almost black, the darkest man she had ever seen. Angel had often heard the rumors about what big cocks black men have, but it had never been proven to her. She didn’t actually expect to find out that night, but there was always a chance and, if the opportunity arose, she would certainly like to prove the rumor either true or false.
When his name was called, the man introduced himself as Bob, and everybody, including Angel greeted him: “Hi, Bob.” He went on to tell the group that he was from Jamaica, and a straight man, but a strong supporter of gay rights, and everything else the GLBTA stood for. He was welcomed to the group, as anybody else would have been. That specific branch of the GLBTA was more of a social group than an activist one, but they had been known to make their opinions heard, and to try to change the mind of legislators and others in power. They also respected and welcomed new supporters of all races and sexual preferences.
As he spoke to them, Bob Marley Cliff again looked around the crowd. Descended from one Reggae legend, Jimmy Cliff, and named for another, Bob had always felt disappointed that he had no talent to speak of for that style of music. He was, however, a great fan of the genre, and an even bigger fan of T-girls. Over a decade ago, he had been introduced to their sexual prowess and their personalities, and both had been extremely appealing to him. Having been raised as boys or young men, they had little or no coyness about them, and their flirting was almost always a genuine invitation that could easily result in a night in bed with the object of it.
They thought and spoke as men do, and their sexual appetites were more akin to those of men than to those of women. When a T-girl sucked him off, she did so with enthusiasm and wouldn’t even think of spitting out his cum. When his cock pleasured her pussy, as it did whenever he got together with one, she loudly let him know how much she liked it. They were always sexual equals, meaning none of them ever acted as if they were doing him a favor by allowing him to use their bodies. These were all qualities Bob very much appreciated in sex partners, and he sought out T-girls whenever he could.
Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be any present that night. Bob did notice a beautiful young blonde woman who was looking at him in a friendly way, as if her interest might have been piqued. His interest certainly was. Bob’s penchant for T-girls wouldn’t keep him from enjoying a night in the arms of a beautiful natural born woman, assuming she was not a lesbian, as most of the women there were. When she introduced herself as Angel, he responded to her as everybody else did. His interest in her took a giant leap when she described herself as a T-girl. Bob was aware of the dance following the meeting, and he determined to find out for himself if the young beauty’s apparent interest was real or no more than idle curiosity or his own imagination.
After the meeting ended and the room was being set up for dancing, Bob headed straight for Angel. Most of the men participated in the setting up, because they were macho enough to consider it something they should do, but Bob had more important things in mind. He arrived at Angel’s side long before any of the other men and, after a short conversation, she let him know that she was more than willing to dance with him. Just as he had been attracted by her beauty and her status as a T-girl, she was attracted by his good looks, especially his broad shoulders and height, which was at least four inches more than her almost six feet. She was even more curious about the possibility that the rumors were true. Angel hoped they were, and that she would find out for herself later that night, and verify it again on Saturday morning. She was so horny that she needed something special that weekend.
Although not a professional quality dancer as his partner was, Bob was good, and the couple moved gracefully around the floor. He didn’t know it, but he was lucky in that some of her more frequent dancing partners, especially Kenny, were not there, and didn’t show up at all. Those same men were also her more frequent sex partners, but he couldn’t have known that either. Angel did not believe in talking about her sex life, except to those who were a part of it, but she had the impression that Bob would like to become a member of that group that evening.
Her impression was correct. His sex drive had been slaked, on occasion, but never completely satisfied. The lust he felt for the voluptuous T-girl was stronger than any he had ever felt before, and it was intensified by the way she pressed her breasts against him during the slower numbers they danced together. Bob was well aware of the anatomy of most T-girls, and how their arousal would be evident, for the same reason as his would be, but Angel never let her clit get close enough to him for him to find out for sure. Every time he tried to pull her close against his body, she twirled away, smiling flirtatiously.
Although Angel enjoyed the dancing at affairs such as that one, she also wanted to get to know the burly young man a little better, so they sat and chatted while some of the songs were playing. Besides his good looks, she was taken by his charm and his Jamaican accent. Angel learned he worked for an importer in Kingston, and came to London on his employer’s business two or three times a year. He was due to return home Saturday evening, which meant he would be in London through the following morning. Angel had some very definite ideas on how she would like to take up a large part of his remaining time in the city, but she didn’t want to make any commitment until she was certain of Bob’s interest.
The dance was expected to last three hours, and halfway through it came Angel’s favorite part. She enjoyed dancing in front of the appreciative group and, since the first time she did it, singing also. One of the members had a karaoke machine that he brought to accompany her. While Angel was strutting about the floor in her first number, which was dancing only, it was set up to temporarily replace the CD player.
As usual, her initial vocal presentation was “I Enjoy Being a Girl,” which was one of her favorites. It was a favorite of the men in the group too, as they watched Angel move around on the floor, shaking her succulent breasts and bum. Bob especially enjoyed it, particularly the way the front of her knit dress seemed to be bulging from an erect clit. If she was aroused, as she appeared to be, he wanted to be the one to satisfy her sexually, and he knew he was eminently qualified to do so, probably more than any of the other men there.
After finishing her performance, Angel needed a trip to the women’s rest room. She took her time, and washed her hands and face and touched up her makeup before returning to the main room. Upon her reappearance, she was besieged by men and women who wanted to dance with her, some of them because she was beautiful and sexy, and some of them because they had admired her act so much. Bob was one of those men, but this time he had to wait his turn. It was worth the wait, because the music was of the slower variety, which was customary. In the first half of the dance, everyone had fun with the rock music. In the latter half, they got a chance to get to know each other a bit better, and decide whom they would be leaving with, if anybody.
When Bob finally got the opportunity to move around the floor with Angel again, he got to know her quite a bit better. Their bodies were plastered together at last, and he was highly gratified to feel her semi-erect clit against him, especially when it seemed to grow harder as they moved in unison. He placed his big hands on her voluptuous ass and pressed her even more tightly against his body, letting her feel that she was having a similar effect on him.
She made no objection; Angel actually enjoyed the gesture. Bob was correct about her clit growing harder, and one reason was that she could feel his cock just as well as he could feel her reaction. On many occasions, Angel had felt a man’s erection being pressed against her body, and she had frequently felt those same stiff cocks in her pussy later that evening. Every one of those times had been fun, but the erection tantalizing her pubic area that night seemed to be bigger than anything that she had previously felt on a dance floor. There was no reasonable way to tell while in public, but she believed it was bigger than any that had ever been in her pussy either, and Angel definitely wanted to go for a new personal best.
Having finished her part of the evening, there was no pressing reason why she had to stay around, and there was an excellent reason why she should leave. Angel reached between herself and Bob and, while smiling up at him, fondled that reason. When she wrapped her hand around his cock through his pants, she was amazed at its thickness, and it seemed to be growing, even as she lightly squeezed. Coyness had never been a part of Angel’s personality. She knew what she wanted, and she went after it.
“Do you have any plans for this big thing tonight?” she asked her partner.
“I want to do the same thing with it as I think you do.”
“Do you have a flat nearby? And a car?”
“I have a car, but I’ve been staying in a hotel.”
“My flat is just a few blocks away, if you want to go there with me.” Even as she spoke, Angel’s hand was massaging Bob’s thick shaft, which seemed to be getting bigger and harder by the minute. She wasn’t even sure that her pussy would be able to accommodate something that size, but she certainly wanted to try.
He liked the idea too. “My car is out in the parking lot.” Bob steered Angel toward the front entrance and, while the other couples continued dancing, opened the door for her.
The small anteroom was lined with coats hanging on racks, and Bob put his on, held Angel’s while she slipped into it, and opened the exterior door for her. He led the way his to his rental car and opened that door as well. Less than a minute later, they were on the street and on their way to Angel’s flat. She rode in the seat beside him, with her hand resting on his thigh. Had the trip been longer, it would have been prowling inside his pants and undergarments but she decided, for the sake of safety if nothing else, to wait the few minutes the drive required. There would be plenty of time for fondling and a lot more once they were safely inside her flat with the door securely locked.
When they reached that sanctuary, Angel, after hanging up their coats, and scuffing out of her shoes, turned to face Bob, her arms opened wide for the long, warm, close embrace she had been desiring all night. He had wanted the same thing and, while his tongue and hers greeted each other, he cupped Angel’s ass cheeks, and pulled her dress up so he could reach under it. His gentle hands caressed her over the silky French knickers, followed by reaching inside their waistband to caress her even smoother and softer bare skin.
Bob continued to be amazed by the lovely young woman. In his experience, T-girls often had somewhat rough, almost masculine feeling skin, even in their intimate areas, but the texture of the skin around Angel’s buttocks was as silky and smooth as her face. He hoped for a chance to eat her pussy, but that would have to follow a careful washing of where he would be putting his mouth, and he was so turned on by her beauty and eagerness for sex that he was afraid he couldn’t wait that long.
Angel was just as horny, after her abstinence of the last week and the fondling she had done of Bob’s cock. She broke off the kiss, disconnecting her tongue from his, and backed away, pulling his hands out of her knickers. “C’mon” she whispered, smiling lasciviously, hooking her hand into the waistband of his pants and leading him into her bed-sitting room.
The hugging and kissing resumed there, and Bob’s hands returned to the inside of Angel’s knickers. This time, he interrupted his fondling to push the garment down around her hips and ass and let it slide the rest of the way to her ankles. Angel stepped one foot out of the small, silky puddle on the floor and kicked it out of the way with her other one. With her knickers gone, more undressing needed to be done. She started on the buttons of Bob’s shirt and, when she was done with them, he turned around to let her pull it off his shoulders, peel off his undershirt, and hang them over a nearby chair. When he turned around to face her again, Angel nuzzled her face into the curly hair on his chest, and kissed both his nipples, prodding them with her tongue.
It was her turn for disrobing again, and she turned her back on Bob. “Unzip my dress for me, and unhook my bra,” she instructed him, which he did, quite deftly.
Angel pulled her arms from her sleeves and let the dress hang loosely around her hips. As she usually enjoyed doing, especially with a new partner, she held the cups of her bra over her breasts, wanting to put on a small show after she turned around to face him. For a brief moment, she kept the gorgeous mounds covered until she spread her arms, putting them on display, and smiling as she did. Angel was aware that some T-girls wore padded bras or had their breasts surgically enlarged, but hers had never had any enhancement, and she hadn’t worn any kind of falsies for some time. She further put her succulent globes on display by rolling her shoulders, letting the twin treasures sway and bounce in their unfettered, proudly natural state.
As every one of her previous sex partners had done, Bob reached out to cup the lovely orbs and leaned down to lick one of the nipples. He was gratified to find it already erect under his tongue, and he licked the other pink nubbin, which was in the same happy state. After a few seconds, she stepped away and pulled the bed coverings off, leaving only the bottom sheet. Hoping to either go with a man to his home or bring one back to her flat after the dance, Angel had changed the bed that evening, because she liked to make a good impression.
“I really like what you’re doing, but it’s even better when we’re lying down.” Before following through on her suggestion, Angel pushed her knit dress down to the floor, rolled her stockings down her legs, and added those garments to the same chair. Smiling an invitation, she stood naked in front of Bob, before mounting the bed and lying on her back, her arms and legs spread and her clit pointing straight up at the ceiling, as she waited for him to join her.
He didn’t make her wait very long. Still wearing his pants and shoes, Bob climbed onto the bed and knelt beside her. Once again, he cupped a luscious breast in either hand and started licking one of them. Angel’s nipples were even stiffer, and he could even feel the tiny, hard ridges under his tongue. Greedily, he switched back and forth between the delectable nubbins, while her hand groped for his belt and fly.
She was just as greedy for Bob’s cock as he was for her breasts, and Angel managed to unfasten his belt and was trying to unbutton the waistband of his pants when he put his hand on hers. “Let me take care of that,” he told her and finished what she had started.
Angel slid over to the edge of the bed, swung her feet onto the floor, and got up. She wanted to be the one who removed the rest of his clothing, but she wouldn’t make an issue of it. Bob also wanted the beautiful T-girl to finish undressing him, and he slid his legs over to the side of the bed to let her. She knelt on the floor in front of him, and quickly removed his shoes and socks. With them out of the way, Angel reached up, pulled down the zipper on his fly, and hooked her fingers into the waistband. Bob raised his ass from the bed and Angel pulled his pants all the way down and off around his feet and tossed them aside. She was too eager to resume the lovemaking they had just started to be as neat with them as she had been with his other clothing and with her own.
That left only his underwear but, before Angel started on them, she drew in her breath with delight at the huge bulge that seemed to be trying to rip a hole in the fabric. Before removing that last garment, Angel got up, went to the drawer where she kept her Aqualube and condoms and set the plastic bottle and a new packet on the bed. She had recently, in a spirit of optimism, bought the largest size available, always with the molded pleasure bumps, but she wondered if even they would have enough capacity. She hadn’t seen it au naturel, but she already knew that Bob’s cock was the biggest one of her experience.
She knelt in front of him again, unsnapped the waistband and fly of his boxer shorts and started to strip them down. Bob raised himself from the bed, and she pulled them around his ass and down, liberating his huge, erect cock. Angel gazed at it in awe. It was the biggest she had ever seen, and it was gratifying to learn that the rumors she had heard, at least in this case, were true. She reached out to hold it, and could only get her hand halfway around the thick base. Angel worried about his being able to squeeze it into her pussy, concerned it might be too big.
She quickly learned, to some dismay, that Bob’s cock was too big for her mouth. Leaning over it and licking the velvety texture of the head in concentric circles, as she always loves doing, Angel lowered her face until the tip was pressed against her lips. Her tongue reached out and continued licking under the ridge and trying to go lower, until she realized that the head was too big to pass between her teeth. Almost dislocating her jaw by trying again, she was still unable to open her mouth widely enough, and she finally quit trying for fear of biting his cock.
Making the most of it, Angel ducked her head down and licked his crotch up to the base of his scrotum and up one side of the wrinkled ball sack, pressing his warm hard cock against the side of her face. She was still amazed at how thick it was and, as she looked up at it, with its length. The opposite side of his scrotum got the same treatment, while her other hand pressed Bob’s huge erection against the other side of her face. Having caressed both sides with her tongue, Angel licked up the front, gently holding first one of his balls, then the other, between her lips while her tongue fondled them, and rubbed the hard cylinder against her nose.
It was fun licking the man’s crotch and balls, but it was much more fun running her tongue and lips against the underside of Bob’s cock until she reached the ridge, and probing into the slit at the end. Angel stroked both sides and the top, until she had covered the entire length of his cock. If she couldn’t get it into her mouth, she could at least lick it, and get it wet enough that way for her to roll on the condom.
Angel twisted the plastic wrapper to tear it open and removed the contents. She carefully placed the center of the latex disk on the tip of Bob’s cock and started rolling the edges down. It was something of a relief when they easily slid down the dark, wet skin, all the way to his tangle of coarse, black pubic hair. She handed him the bottle of Aqualube, climbed back onto the bed, and knelt facing away from him with her hands spreading her ass cheeks. The bed shook as Bob got behind her. She heard the squeaking noise of the cap being removed from the lubricant and, seconds later, she felt the open neck of the bottle being pressed against her pussy and twisted to make a slight penetration. A big dollop of cool liquid gushed into her, followed by Bob’s thick finger to spread it. Angel felt pleasure flooding her body from that penetration, and anticipated his cock feeling many times better. After removing his finger from her pussy, she knew he would prepare himself, and she continued holding her cheeks apart for him.
“Angel, Girl, you’d better lie face down, with a pillow under your waist, at least for the first time. I’ll be too big for you any other way.”
This was something of a disappointment. Angel had fucked in a number of different positions, and had immensely enjoyed every one of them, but the way Bob wanted was not her favorite. She wondered what had been meant by “the first time”, but decided she would find out in due course. As he had instructed her, Angel pulled a pillow under her waist and lay down, moving her fingers in to the edges of her pink rosebud and holding it open for the huge cock that would soon be surging in and out of her.
“You have a really beautiful pussy, Angel. Probably the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen.” That was not flattery; Bob meant every word of it, and he had seen the pussies of many T-girls. He guided his cock and pressed it against the tiny hole she was holding open for him. “Are you ready?” he asked her.
“Yes.” Angel was not only ready; she was eager to encompass what he was about to plunge into her, and to experience the tremendous pleasure it would provide her.
She quickly began to do so, first feeling the hard, slick head squeezing its way between the backs of her fingers. She felt Bob give a firm push, and it wedged its way inside the tight hole she was creating for him. As the first time she had been fucked, on the sofa in the office of the bank where she worked, Angel felt a slight burst of dull pain from the unusually thick presence that was crowding its way into her pussy. Also, as on the night she had surrendered her virginity, the pain almost immediately evolved into pleasure, with the intrusive cock sending waves of total joy through her body.
Bob Marley Cliff was not only a skilled lover of T-girls, but also a considerate one, and he knew how big his cock was. “Angel, Girl, let me know if I’m hurting you.”
“Oh, no, not at all. It feels wonderful already.” It did feel wonderful, and she knew the fucking had just started.
It felt even better when Bob drove his cock forward a second time. Angel felt another inch of his thick shaft squeezing between the backs of her fingers, and she could even feel the pleasure bumps that lined the condom. They hadn’t really done much for her yet, but she knew how, with one more thrust, they would be doing marvelous things for her prostate gland, what she thought of as her rear clit. His cock was already doing marvelous things for her pussy and for the adjacent channel, and she knew it would get much better.
It got much, much better. With another gentle but firm push, Bob’s thick shaft was spreading her pussy wider open than any cock or anything else ever had, and the tip was starting to massage her rear clit. Angel moaned blissfully from the excruciating pleasure that was throbbing through her body from the presence of the big, hard cylinder and from what its mushroom shaped head was doing for her.
Bob heard her moan and smiled. The first time he heard a T-girl sounding like that, he thought he was hurting her, and pulled his cock out of her. Thinking him a smart-ass, she swung her fist back, aiming for his balls. Fortunately for both of them, she missed. The misunderstanding was quickly cleared up, and the fucking he shared with her that night was the best he had experienced up until then, even better than he had ever had with a natural born woman. There had been many more T-girls since that night, and they all expressed their pleasure the same way as Angel had just done. She did it again, even louder, when he drove his shaft a little bit deeper into her pussy. Bob had great control over his sexual activities, and he expected to spend a long time fucking Angel, so he was in no hurry to even get his cock all the way inside her.
Generally speaking, Angel knows she no longer needs to hold her pussy open once a cock, even one as big as the giant that was being driven into her that night, has started massaging her rear clit. She moved her hands and placed them beside her face. In that position, she would be able to push back off her forearms and meet his thrusts, and she would be able to reach under her body and pump her clit when she was ready to cum. Bob was showing himself to be quite considerate, and would probably do the stroking for her, as most of her lovers had but, if not, she would be ready to take care of her own needs.
Bob also knew his cock was in Angel deeply enough that he no longer needed to guide it, so he placed his hands on her hips, appreciating her soft, smooth skin. Pulling her toward him, he thrust in a little more of his hard shaft, liking the way Angel moaned again and how she thrust her pussy back to meet him. With a few more strokes, his entire cock was inside her, and he was pressed up against the soft skin of the inside of her cheeks. So Angel would be able to move freely under him, Bob put his hands on the bed beside her shoulders, letting all of his weight be supported on his hands and knees. Above the lovely T-girl like that was probably the most marvelous place his body had ever been. What the skilled muscles inside her pussy were doing for him was certainly one of the most wonderful sensations he had ever known.
His cock was doing fabulous things for Angel too. With the first full stroke, Bob drew it almost all the way out, paused for a second, and slowly plunged it all the way back in. The joy flooding Angel’s body from its path into her pussy was greater than anything she had ever felt before. His cock was the longest and the thickest of her experience, and he was probably the most skillful and considerate lover too. Even by the time it had barely gotten far enough back inside to massage her rear clit, it already felt so wonderful that she fucked back hard to meet him, and their bodies ended up plastered tightly together, with both of them moaning from the intense pleasure they were giving one another.
Over and over, Bob plowed his huge cock into Angel’s pussy and, for both of them, every stroke felt better than the one before. She writhed on the bed, able to move freely, while the full length of his body stretched out above her. Besides thrusting back to meet him, she was rocking from side to side while her legs kicked and thrust like those of a swimming frog. The big, handsome Jamaican’s face was inches above her ear, and he whispered sweetly to her about how beautiful she was, and how tight and slick her pussy was, and what a great time they would have together that night. He didn’t need to convince Angel of that last idea. She was already getting what was very likely the best fucking she had ever gotten. It was so good that her front clit was just as hard as the cock in her pussy and, when she reached under her body to begin stroking it, Bob saw her and stopped her by gently holding her arm.
“Let me do that for you, Angel Girl,” he whispered into her ear. “But, get up onto your knees.” She took his suggestion and, while his cock remained imbedded all the way in her pussy, they moved together to let her get into the new position and to pull the rest of the pillows under her body so they would be supporting her.
“Ah, what a sweet little clit,” Bob flattered her by saying as he reached around her hip and lovingly held her erection in his right hand.
Although the man who was giving her such a wonderful time was big and strong, his hand was soft and gentle on Angel’s clit. Slowly, in rhythm with his cock surging into her pussy, he started stroking it back and forth, sending nre thrills of pleasure swirling through her body from a new place. “Uh! Uh!” Angel whimpered as she approached ecstasy.
Bob was having a great time too. Besides being so beautiful, the lovely T-girl who was now kneeling in front of him was one of the sweetest he had ever met, and he was delighted in how much pleasure he was able to give her. He was receiving a lot from her too, of course, and he wanted it to continue for him as well as for her for most of the night. Without speeding up, Bob continued the same long, slow strokes into Angel’s pussy while he caressed her clit in his hand. His partner’s increasingly erratic movements made the whole encounter more fun by the second.
When Bob felt Angel’s clit start to throb in his hand, he knew her climax was imminent. After driving his cock as deeply as he could into her pussy and leaving it there, he began stroking the stiff organ faster. His other arm reached around her hip to press against her thigh, holding Angel in place so he could continue the same kind of stroking, even while she was in the throes of cumming. Her movements became even more frenzied, as she gave herself over completely to the tremendous pleasure she was getting from the hand and the cock of her Jamaican lover.
“Ah. AH!” Angel cried out ecstatically as she climaxed, spurting her semen onto the bed and the hand of the man who had just brought it about. Bob didn’t stop massaging her clit after the first ejaculation, nor did he even slow down. His hand continued pumping, until her cum shot out twice more, and beyond that, until he was satisfied that Angel was through cumming. Even after releasing his hold, he remained in place, keeping his cock imbedded deeply in her pussy and feeling the satiny skin of her buttocks against his thighs and pubic area.
Angel was puzzled about the actions, or non-actions of her new partner. She had just enjoyed a tremendous orgasm, one of her best ever, and the man who had brought it about had stopped fucking her. Other men she had entertained in her bed, or who had entertained her, had continued driving their cocks in and out until they reached their own climaxes, whether it was before hers or after. Judging by his deep, regular breathing, and his actions just before and after she orgasmed, Bob didn’t seem to have cum at all. She wasn’t complaining, because the big cock that remained embedded in her pussy was sending out such enormous waves of bliss that they saturated her body, and she knew her clit would soon become erect again. Angel was puzzled, but not distressed.
Turning her head toward his face, she asked him. “Bob, did you cum?”
“Not yet, Angel, Girl. I’m going to wait until you cum again. Do you want to change positions?”
She could hardly believe what he had said. Usually, Angel climaxed twice during a session with a man, the first time being from his cock in her pussy, and the second time from his fingering her there and stroking her clit while she sucked him off. Sometimes she would cum for the first time from a man eating her pussy and the second time from fucking, but Bob hadn’t seemed interested in using his tongue. She had never cum twice from a man’s cock plunging in and out of her pussy, but she was certainly not averse to the idea.
“What position do you want to use?” she asked.
“How about Missionary, if it’s alright with you?”
That was more than alright with Angel; it was what she would have chosen on her own. “Okay, and I think I’m ready now.”
Gently placing one hand on her hip and holding his cock with the other one, Bob slowly backed away from Angel until he was no longer impaling her pussy. It had been so big that she could still almost feel his presence, but she much preferred actually having his cock in her. Once he was clear, she rolled over onto her back and pulled all the pillows under her hips, with her legs hanging over them. Angel looked between her breasts and thighs, and saw Bob waiting, cock in hand, still as big and hard as it had been when he made the first penetration.
“I think we’ll need some more of this,” he said, as he picked up the bottle of Aqualube from where it had been left.
Once again, Angel felt the lubricant being applied to her pussy, but this time Bob must have felt his cock was already slick enough. Seconds after she heard the squeak of the bottle cap being screwed back on, she felt the big, hard head pressing against her pussy. Angel reached under her body to spread her cheeks, and felt that head squeezing back inside where it had given her such tremendous pleasure a few minutes earlier. Her pussy was still distended from the great fucking she had already gotten, and another thrust drove almost half of Bob’s cock inside her. Angel felt huge waves, almost breakers, of delight crashing throughout her body from where the entrance to her love channel was being wedged open again, and from where her rear clit was being raked by the pleasure bumps on the condom.
Bob no longer needed to guide his cock, and he patted his shoulders with his hands. “Raise your legs and rest them against me here,” he suggested. “It’ll make it even better for both of us.”
Knowing about that part of the T-girl Missionary position, Angel started to raise one leg. Bob reached under her knee and helped her, until it rested against his shoulder. When she started to raise the other leg, he helped her again, and this ankle ended up placed against his other shoulder. With both legs where they belonged, Bob spread the palms of his hands on Angel’s soft thighs and pulled on them for leverage, plunging most of the rest of his cock into her pussy. She moaned with delight from the incredible sensations that inundated her body, and she could feel her passion building again as the big, thick shaft stretched her even wider at the same time as it massaged her rear clit. She looked between her breasts at her front clit, saw it stirring, and knew it would soon be fully erect again. Angel hoped that Bob would stroke it while fucking her, and bring her to another climax, although she didn’t see how it could possibly be as good as the first one had been.
That was what he wanted too, although he didn’t expect that to happen for quite a while yet. Having a good idea how long it would be before Angel’s clit would be fully erect and she would be ready to cum again, he stroked his cock slowly in and out of her pussy. Every time it plunged into her and she fucked back to meet him, he reveled in the visual treat of her luscious breasts bouncing and tossing as she slid back and forth on the bed and pillows in front of him. He derived immense pleasure from the moans of delight he was eliciting, as well as gazing upon her beautiful face, suffused as it was with pure bliss from what was happening. He even loved the vibrant feel of the soft flesh of her thighs under his hands. After stretching a T-girl’s pussy enough to accommodate his cock, the missionary position was his favorite to use for her second orgasm, because of the way it pleased all of his senses.
Most of all, though, he loved what Angel’s pussy was doing for him. The tight, muscular ring at the entrance squeezed the entire length of his cock as he drove it in, and again when he drew it back, and the muscles inside the channel massaged his shaft for as long as it was inside her. Slowly, he fucked in and out of Angel’s pussy, while watching her clit. It was starting to stir and rise, and would soon be stiff enough for him to take in his hand and slowly stroke, until he had brought her to another climax.
Angel was having a marvelous time also, with pleasure crashing through her body every time Bob’s cock plunged into her pussy. The Aqualube worked perfectly, as it always did for her, and there was no friction as the thick shaft repeatedly stretched her open. Perhaps an even greater joy was the way the pleasure bumps that lined the outside of his condom were massaging her rear clit. She thrashed about on the bed and saw her front clit getting harder every minute from the extreme delight his cock was giving her. She reached out to start stroking it, but Bob smiled and blocked her hand.
“That’s for me to do, Angel Girl.” His big, strong hand began fondling it in the same rhythm as his cock driving in and out of her pussy.
Carnal delights inundated Angel’s body from four different sources. Bob’s cock stretched the opening to her pussy, and the long, hard cylinder expanded the attached channel as it burrowed deeper into her than anyone else ever had. Angel’s rear clit throbbed with pleasure every time it made any contact with the shaft, and that contact was virtually constant. Best of all might have been the bliss swirling through her body from where a gentle hand was slowly stroking her front clit. Even as she pitched and tossed on the mattress, her head rolling back and forth on her pillow, she realized that, for the second time that night, she was getting the very best fucking of her life.
Bob could have said much the same thing. Every single thing about the T-girl on the bed in front of him was superlative, from her beautiful face to her luscious breasts to her extremely active pussy. Even the clit he was pumping with his hand felt better than any of the others he had held. With a few more strokes, it began throbbing in his hand, and knew her orgasm was no more than a few seconds away.
She knew it too. “Uh! Uh”” Angel whimpered. “Yes!” she cried out ecstatically as the great fountain of pleasure that had been steadily building welled up inside her. Her hands clawed at the sheet as she climaxed, spurting her semen all over Bob’s hand and her own belly.
This time, he had continued plunging his cock into her pussy for the entire time she was ejaculating, and didn’t even slow down until she was through. He stopped then, with his entire shaft imbedded in the place that had made it so welcome, and looked down at Angel, who lay completely relaxed in front of him, her eyes closed and a look of total bliss on her face from her second great orgasm that night. A minute later, she opened her eyes and looked up at him in wonderment.
“Bob? You still didn’t cum, did you?”
“Not yet, Angel Girl. I’m not ready yet.”
She was amazed at the control he was exhibiting. Bob’s cock had been plunging in and out of her pussy for over an hour, and she had climaxed twice, but he hadn’t cum yet. He was obviously enjoying himself, and seemed happy that she was having such a wonderful time, but Angel wondered if he would be capable of cumming. She hoped so, because it always increased her sexual pleasure when the man with her climaxed at least once, especially if she got to peel off his condom and lick the semen from his cock. Whether he could or not, there was nothing wrong with his equipment; it was still as big and hard as ever, and its presence in her pussy was already sending out fresh and powerful waves of delight.
“Do you want to get on top?” he asked.
Angel smiled and nodded her head. The cowgirl position was actually her favorite, and she always liked to have the man let her use it. There were some who didn’t like relinquishing the control, but Bob was obviously sure enough of himself to do so. “Just let me rest for a minute,” she requested. “You’re really giving me a great time. I just hope I’m not too tired for more.”
She wasn’t, and in a few minutes she was ready. With Bob’s help, Angel removed her ankles from where they had been resting against his shoulders and stretched her legs out beside him so they rested on his hips. He reached his right arm out to stop them from landing too heavily, and began slowly falling to that side. Angel held tightly to his other arm and stayed with him as she slid off the pile of pillows. After supporting their combined weight on his right hand for a fraction of a second, Bob twisted his body so he landed on his back, evoking a squeal of protest from the innerspring mattress. Angel landed on top of him, driving his cock even deeper into her pussy, which also evoked a squeal from her, but it was from pleasure, not protest. They stayed like that, grinning at each other from their new positions, until he reached out to pull the pillows toward himself to slip under his head and back.
While Bob was positioning the pillows and making himself more comfortable, Angel also adjusted her position so she could move about more easily on top of him. She placed her hands on his waist to support most of her weight while moving her legs forward, ending up on her knees and straddling him, with the full length of his cock still buried in her. When they were both ready, she leaned forward and raised herself slightly, pulling her pussy most of the way off his cock, while he rested his hands on her hips. She stopped, paused for a second, and rocked back to where she had started, while he pushed downward with his hands and thrust upward. At the end of the stroke, every centimeter of his big cock was once again imbedded in her pussy, and they both sighed happily at the intense waves of pleasure that washed over them.
Angel stayed in the same position for several seconds, letting joy throb out from where her pussy was crammed full of hard cock, before she slowly moved her body up and forward again. This stroke was like the first one, but even better and, at its completion, they remained in place again, and let the mutual pleasure inundate their bodies. From the pure bliss she was feeling, Angel’s body squirmed on top of Bob, and those slight movements increased its intensity. Slowly, she leaned forward and up again, followed by sitting back down to let his big cock slide all the way into the place where it was so welcome.
Over and over, Angel moved up and down on top of Bob. They fucked quietly, the silence broken only by their sighs and moans of joy and the squeaking of the bed. This was the third position they had used, and he enjoyed every one of them for different reasons, in addition to the wonderful things her pussy did for his cock. When he lay on his back, he had propped up his head and upper back, and was easily able to reach her hips and thighs and revel in their softness and smoothness, unlike the skin of so many of his past T-girl bed mates. It was also a delightful position visually, with her beautiful face infused with joy, rising and falling above him and her gorgeous breasts swaying just a foot in front of his face.
It was not only a visual delight. He knew it would also be extremely pleasing to his tactile senses. The flesh of her thighs and hips was warm and vibrant, but her luscious breasts were even more inviting. When he reached up and out to gently touch them, Angel smiled an invitation and, the next time she raised her body, she leaned closer so he could caress both her breasts with his hands. Gently, Bob kneaded the succulent globes while his thumbs teased her rigid nipples. He had fondled many breasts in his life, of T-girls and of natural-born women, but those in his hands were the most delightful pair he could remember.
Angel enjoyed his touch, especially the way his thumbs gently rubbed her erect nipples. She continued slowly moving up and down and fucking herself on his incredible cock. Even though she had reveled in two orgasms already, and her clit was stiffening in preparation for another, Bob still hadn’t cum, and his cock was just as big and hard as when she had first rolled the condom onto it. The amazing organ felt better in her pussy than anything else ever had, and she knew that his cock, combined with his hands, would bring her to that third climax.
As she moved up and down, that glorious event drew closer and closer. She moved her clit and her scrotum to hold them out of the way so they wouldn’t be squeezed while she was leaning forward while impaling her pussy. Bob saw what she was doing and put his hand on hers.
“Do you want me to do that for you?”
“Not yet. Pretty soon, though. Just keep playing like you are; it feels great.”
Bob was more than happy to do what Angel suggested, but he also wanted her to have another orgasm soon. His control was good, but not perfect, and couldn’t delay climaxing much longer. He knew he would have to cum before much more time had passed, but he wanted to continue holding back until Angel had cum again. Part of this was pride in is own sexual prowess, but the largest part was the desire to give a sweet T-girl, such as his partner that night, the best time he could. He continued fondling her breasts and fucking up to meet her strokes, which was hardly an onerous chore.
She truly loved the sensation of Bob’s big cock plunging into her pussy as she raised and lowered her body. With every stroke into her, the thick shaft spread the opening and expanded the attached channel better than any man had ever done. The pleasure bumps on the condom, which was stretched over his big, black cock, sent continuous jolts of ecstasy all through her body with every movement. Her clit, which had been stirring for several minutes, slowly continued rising and stiffening until it was standing up straight against her belly, and as hard as the cock that was going in and out of her pussy.
He watched its movements smiled when he saw it was fully erect. Bob knew he would be cumming in a few minutes, but very much wanted to bring Angel to another climax first. Once again, he took her clit, still sticky with her semen from her previous orgasms, in his right hand and started stroking it in unison with her movements as she continued engulfing his shaft in her pussy and releasing. His other hand continued fondling her luscious breasts, switching back and forth between the twin beauties.
“Uh! Uh!” Angel whimpered, as she started moving up and down faster, taking his cock all the way into her pussy with every stroke, as he rammed up to meet her. The Aqualube was still working perfectly, and there was no friction, just tightness, as his cock squeezed in and out, with the muscles of her pussy rippling around it. “Ohhhh,” she sighed, trembling, as a great fountain of pleasure welled up inside her from everywhere in her body.
“AH!” Angel cried out in joy. She stopped moving, with Bob’s cock imbedded all the way inside her pussy, while he continued pumping her clit, but faster. The first spurt of semen shot out to glisten on his dark belly, but his hand didn’t slow down. The second and third joined it, but his hand still didn’t stop until he felt her clit starting to become flaccid.
“My turn now, Angel Girl,” he told the very happy woman who was still crouched over him. Bob placed his hands on her hips and began rapidly raising and lowering her body while jamming his cock in and out of her pussy. After less than a minute, the volcano that had been steadily growing inside him erupted, and his first gob of cum gushed into his condom. Like Angel, he was not content with ejaculating only one time,, and he continued fucking up into her until his condom had been filled with three more spurts. Finally, he was through, and relaxed, nestling his head and back and shoulders into the pillows.
Angel was tired, but there was still something she wanted to do and something that needed to be done. After a few minutes of resting on top of him, she leaned forward and placed her hands on Bob’s chest. He divined what she wanted to do, and held onto her upper arms, while she let herself fall slowly to the side. Bob stayed with her, rolling over onto his hip, until they ended up facing each other, big smiles on both their faces from the tremendous pleasure they had just finished sharing. They stayed that way while Bob’s huge cock softened, until it slipped out of Angel’s pussy.
When she had rested enough after her third orgasm, Angel started to do the thing that needed to be done. She sat up and carefully unrolled the condom from Bob’s cock and set it aside. The task would be completed after she finished doing the thing she wanted to do, which was licking all the semen from her partner. While she held the shaft with both hands, her tongue, as if savoring an erotic lollipop, stroked up from his scrotum to the head, sluicing all his cum into her mouth. It was delicious, with a certain exotic tang that was new to her.
After licking everything off the bottom, her busy tongue mopped all the cum from the sides and top. Apparently, Bob had put everything into his one great climax, because his cock was actually softening even as she caressed it with her tongue. By the time she had finished licking off the head, she was able to slide that part, at least, into her mouth and suck on it. She could even taste the fresh cum that was oozing from the slit on the end, so she placed a thumb at the base, right in front of the scrotum with the fingers of that hand on the upper side of his softening shaft. With the head inside her mouth, she brought her hand toward her lips, and felt and tasted more of the viscous fluid oozing onto her tongue.
When her hand was right at the ridge and she was sure there was no more of his delicious cum inside, she took his cock from her mouth and licked off everything that was on the head. After relishing the treat, she resumed taking care of the things that needed doing. Gingerly, she picked up the condom and took it to the bathroom to drop it into the toilet. After taking care of her other needs, including washing her hands and face, she returned, still naked, to where Bob was reclining on the bed. Equally lacking in attire, he headed for the bathroom while Angel looked with delight on his brawny back and shoulders and the ass that had done such a superb job of driving his big cock in and out of her.
There had never been any real doubt that Bob would be staying the night, and he and Angel cuddled nakedly together in the bed the way she liked to do. With their heads on the same pillow, he snuggled up tightly against her back, loving the feel of her very feminine curves against his body and the way her succulent breasts filled his hands. She loved the way his hands felt too, and was already looking forward to the erectness of his cock in the morning.
“Goodnight, Bob. Pleasant dreams.”
“In bed with you, Angel Girl, that’s the only kind I could possibly have.”
Tired and completely satisfied from the great sex they had shared, they both quickly fell asleep.
In the morning, when Angel awoke, her pussy was sore, but it was a good soreness, much like it had been right after she lost her virginity. Her clit was hard with morning wood, so she climbed out of the bed, limped to the bathroom and sat down to relieve herself. As usual, there was some difficulty, because of her hard clit, but Angel made a point of being female in every way she could, including the way she urinated.
After flushing the toilet, she washed her face and hands and brushed her hair before returning, still naked, to the bedroom, where Bob was sitting up and smiling at her. His cock was fully erect again, and Angel lay next to him, kissed it, and held it in her hand, marveling once more at its size, but wondered what she could do with it. It was too big for her mouth, and she was reluctant to take it into her sore pussy again. She could have licked it, but that was not really a satisfying way to bring a man to a climax.
Before anybody could do anything else, Bob had to go to the bathroom for the same reason as Angel had and, when he returned, his cock appeared to be just as big and even harder. He lay back down, and she once again took his erection in her hand, but this time, she started using her tongue to caress the head and around the ridge.
“Your cock is incredible, and I would really love to do more, but it’s too big for me to fit in my mouth, and my pussy is still sore from last night. It was worth it, because I have never had a night like that, but I might be out of action for a while.”
“I know what you mean, Angel Girl, and I’ve been with T-girls who had this problem before. I know what to do about it, and I really want to do it for you.”
“You do? Then, let’s do it.”
“Of course. But first, we have to take a shower together. And bring another rubber.”
That was fine with Angel. She took another extra-large condom from the dresser drawer, and the naked man and woman entered the bathroom together, where she turned on the shower to get it warmed up. She always enjoyed taking showers with men, usually as a preliminary to sex, and she wondered what Bob was going to do. One thing she really hoped he would do was to eat her pussy. Its soreness wouldn’t prevent her from relishing that specific attention, but she would never ask a man to do that, not even right after a shower.
Angel quickly washed him first, spending much of the time on his cock, which grew bigger and harder as she played with it. She really hoped he would be able to do something about her sore pussy. She had extremely pleasant memories of the hard, thick shaft she was fondling, and the marvelous things it had done for her the previous night, and she wanted more of it. After she was through scrubbing Bob, it was his turn to wash her.
What he wanted to do at first was pretty ordinary, but fun. He washed her breasts, followed by rinsing them and licking and kissing her nipples. His oral attentions, combined with her erotic memories of the previous night, started stiffening her clit, which Bob noticed when he washed her there too. He followed that by quickly laving her legs and feet, kneeling on the floor to do it right. When he was finished with her front and everything below her pussy, he stood up again.
“Okay, Angel Girl, turn around and let me get your back.”
Methodically, Bob used the soap and washcloth on her shoulders and upper back, reaching around to fondle her breasts some more, happily noting how erect her nipples were. From that and the rigidity of her clit, he knew that Angel was sexually aroused again. Bob wanted to alleviate the problem that was still hindering their mutual pleasure and, as he had told her, he knew how to do it. Not only would it lead to more exquisite sexual pleasure for Angel and him, doing it would be extremely pleasurable for both of them.
“Lean forward and hold onto that bar,” he instructed Angel, pointing at the chrome safety bar that was fastened to the wall.
For safety’s sake, the management had included bars of that sort in every shower in the block of flats, and Angel usually held onto it for support while washing her feet. When she leaned forward, Bob knelt behind her and continued with the cleansing of her lower back and buttocks, especially the part that curved under and merged with her thighs. He was careful in the way he touched her, and Angel marveled again at how gentle such a big man could be. Once he had finished every other part of her body, he was ready to wash the place where the lovely T-girl was sore, so he could begin the needed therapy.
“Keep leaning forward, but reach back here and hold yourself open,” he instructed her further.
While Angel did as he asked, Bob carefully soaped his fingers and laved the inside of the cheeks she was spreading for him. As when he had lubricated her pussy the night before, he couldn’t help thinking about how smooth and soft her skin was, and how creamy white. He used only the tips of his fingers, rather than the cloth, because he wanted to avoid even the minor abrasiveness of the terrycloth. After meticulously washing all around the puckered area, he rinsed off the soap by using his hand to direct the spray of water from the shower. With the rinsing finished, he was ready to start washing where he knew the soreness would be centered, and that would be followed by the therapy he planned.
On the previous night, that part of her body had been a lovely soft pink, but that morning it was bright red, almost glowing. After soaping only the pad of his right index finger, he began slowly washing where she was obviously sore.
“Oooo,” Angel murmured.
“I’m sorry, Angel girl, but I have to go over the whole area. I’ll try to be as gentle as I can.”
“I know you will. Keep going; it feels better already.”
Bob did keep going, washing off the entire puckered area where the redness was. He was as thorough as possible, and when he was done with that part, he inserted his index finger to wash the inside, still being careful to touch the lining of her pussy with the pad only. Angel was somewhat distended from the extensive fucking hey had done the night before, and he was able to easily make the insertion. With the finger inside her, the T-girl murmured again, but this time it sounded more like she was expressing pleasure, which she was.
“Does that still hurt?”
“It’s still sore, but, just a little. Actually, it’s starting to feel pretty good now.”
“I’m glad, but it will feel a lot better when I’m done with your therapy.”
Minutes later, the washing was done, and Bob rinsed Angel’s pussy using deflected water again. He even guided the spray inside her to where his finger had been, wanting to eliminate all the soap. When the rinsing was done to his satisfaction, he turned off the water.
“I’m ready to start treating you now. If you need to keep your balance, hold onto the bar.”
Bob leaned forward and, starting with the top of the cleft, began licking down the inside of one cheek. The skin felt even softer and smoother to his tongue than it had to his soapy finger. She murmured again but Bob knew that Angel was expressing pleasure this time. He was enjoying it very much also, and it got even better by the time he had spent a few minutes licking down the inside of one cheek to below the soreness. Pushing his face more snugly against her, his tongue snaked out to caress her smooth crotch also.
He still hadn’t gotten to the affected part of Angel’s pussy, but neither she nor Bob were at all impatient or had any objections. She arched her back, presenting herself to him a little better, and he tilted his neck so he could lick her entire crotch and the tops of the insides of her thighs, before starting up the other cheek. Once again, he skirted the puckered area where she was most sore and licked his way back up to where he had started. He was applying quite a bit of pressure with his tongue on that part of her pussy, because it was more fun for both of them, but his actions were also starting the healing process.
“Bob, that feels better already,” Angel murmured happily. “But don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” His response was muffled, and was probably not understood, because his therapeutic tongue was already slowly caressing its way down to where its magic most needed to be worked. When he reached where the puckering began on Angel’s pussy, which was also where the redness started, his touch became lighter, almost feathery, and his mouth stayed a long time in the place where he put it.
Shivers of delight coursed through her body from where Bob’s tongue was stroking her, and Angel could almost feel the soreness fading away. Her clit was fully erect by then, and in need of attention. She wondered if Bob would do that for her and bring her to a climax even while curing the soreness of her pussy. She hoped so, but would be reluctant to ask her while he was already being so good to her.
Bob really loved eating Angel’s beautiful pussy, as he knew he would. She continued holding her cheeks apart to aid his ministrations, but he was sure she would soon need to hold onto the safety bar in order to remain on her feet. Her body had already started squirming in front of him, and thrusting back against his face, as the soreness that he had caused was replaced by ripples of pleasure from what he was doing to alleviate it. He even expected her to climax from the skilled application of his tongue and lips. When he reached around her hip to touch her intimately, he noticed that her clit was hard, as was his cock, which he hoped would be inside Angel’s pussy shortly after the therapy was complete. If she was reluctant to do that, for fear of becoming sore again, he would settle for a hand job from her and cum while he used his fingers in her pussy to bring her to another orgasm.
While Bob’s agile tongue alleviated her soreness and circled the puckered area of her pussy, Angel’s arousal steadily increased. At first, she had squirmed under his ministrations. Ten minutes later, as her pleasure mounted and her clit was fully erect, she began fucking back against his face. After another ten minutes, during which time his tongue had completed several circuits of her sore rosebud itself, her whole body was writhing in front of Bob, while her hips swiveled, thrusting her feet against the shower floor. By this time, her clit was throbbing, and so hard it was curved up close to her belly and was bouncing up and down like a diving board.
Although great fun, the lessening of control over her body caused Angel some worry. The floor of the shower was coated with material to make it less slippery, but a film of soapy water could reduce the effectiveness of that material. With her body and her feet moving the way they were, there was a possibility she could fall, possibly hurting herself and Bob. She remembered what he had said about the safety bar, and reached out to take a tight grip on it. That was better, and she felt more secure and able to give herself over totally to reveling in what the Jamaican’s highly skilled tongue was doing for her pussy.
It was doing better and better things. The soreness had completely disappeared, and all she could feel were waves of pleasure gushing through her body from the path of Bob’s tongue. He had become the one holding her cheeks open, and his magical organ was caressing up and down and across her rosebud. Angel moaned blissfully from the incredible new sensations. He wasn’t the first man to eat her pussy, but he was giving her more pleasure than anybody else ever had, and she was certain she was going to cum from it.
Bob heard her and smiled. Still holding her cheeks apart with his thumbs, he drew his head back to observe the progress he was making with her pussy. Once again, it was a beautiful sight. The redness had completely disappeared, to be replaced by the lovely soft pink that was the natural color of her rosebud, fading to the creamy white of the insides of her cheeks. From the extensive fucking of the previous night, the hole that his cock had crammed so well was still slightly distended, and Bob leaned forward, tilting his face so he could slide his tongue inside it.
“Oh!” she exclaimed when Angel felt something squeeze inside her pussy and move around, caressing the very sensitive lining. “Oh, that feels good,” she encouraged the flexible presence, which she realized must be Bob’s tongue. She had experienced having her pussy licked, but this was the first time it had ever been penetrated like that. It felt especially good as the tip curved around, far enough inside to gently stimulate her rear clit.
Her front clit responded by becoming so rigid she could almost feel it trying to burst through its skin. Bob knew it was ready too, and he reached around Angel’s hip to take it in his hand. His first strokes were slow but, when he felt the hard cylinder starting to jerk in his hand, their speed increased. While his tongue remained active inside her pussy, he pumped on Angel’s clit until she cried out joyously that she was cumming.
The first gob of semen spurted out, most of it landing on the shower floor with some of it staying on Bob’s hand. He kept his tongue moving in the warm, pink place that was so inviting, and continued stroking her clit. Two more bursts of her cum followed the first one, and he continued pumping until he was sure she was done cumming. Satisfied that she was, he pulled his tongue, rather reluctantly, from her pussy and stood up straight. Angel stayed in place for a minute while she caught her breath, before straightening up and turning to him.
“That was wonderful, Bob. I really love having my pussy eaten, but nobody has ever done it as well as you.” She reached back and felt his cock, almost as stiff as her clit had been, and it reminded her of something else that she really loved.
“You know, Bob, usually after a guy eats my pussy, he fucks me there. I hope that’s what you want to do too.”
That was his intention, and had been since they had gotten into the shower together. Bob took the wrapped condom from the soap dish where it had been left, ripped open the plastic wrapper, and rolled its contents onto his cock. There was no Aqualube in the shower, but there was plenty of soap. Wanting to keep her skin as soft and supple as possible, Angel used the mildest and purest variety she could find, and the lather would work quite well as a lubricant. After covering his latex-covered cock, Bob inserted his finger to coat the inside of her pussy and added more of the lather all around the hole, which was much lovelier, after his tongue had transformed it to its natural, healthy pink.
She well aware of what was about to happen, and where, and Angel very much liked the idea. “Mmmm. Bob, she murmured. In the shower like this is something new to me, but I think it’ll be a lot of fun. Especially with you.”
“It will, Angel, Girl. I promise you that.”
Immediately, he started keeping his word. Angel kept a tight grip on the safety bar and spread her legs slightly more, while Bob guided the head of his cock to the hole he wanted to cram full. He continued to hold his target open with the thumb and fingers of one hand, while the other held the hard, thick shaft he intended to use to do the cramming. When it was perfectly centered, Bob gave a firm push, and the head wedged inside.
“Oooooo,” Angel murmured in delight, as the currents of pleasure coursed through her, from her toes to her fingertips.
Her pussy was still distended enough that there was no pain or even any discomfort, and the mild soap worked well enough to replace the Aquaglide she would have otherwise been using. Angel felt Bob shift his hands slightly, followed by driving his cock more deeply into her pussy. With that stroke, the pleasure bumps that covered the big, thick cylinder started massaging her rear clit, sending more and greater waves of pleasure flooding her body.
“Yes! Yes! That feels wonderful,” she encouraged him, arching her back to present an even better target.
Bob didn’t really need any encouragement, because Angel’s pussy was doing the same wonderful things for him as it had done the previous night. After the next thrust, enough of his cock had found its happy home that he no longer needed to hold Angel open or to hold his cock to guide his thrusts. He checked with his fingers to be sure there was no loose skin or any other potential problems. Finding none, Bob placed his hands on the T-girl’s hips and continued easing his cock into where they both wanted it. He continued the same long, slow strokes, until the entire hard cylinder was imbedded in Angel’s pink and creamy pussy, and he could feel his pubic hair tickling the insides of her cheeks. He left it like that for a few seconds, while the lovely blonde writhed and blissfully moaned in front of him.
For the first full stroke, Bob slowly drew his cock from Angel’s tight pussy until just the head was still inside. He left it like that for a few seconds, until she started moving impatiently in front of him, wanting the thick hard shaft back inside her where it belonged. Equally slowly, he plunged it back in, while she fucked back to meet it, reveling in the wonderful things it was already doing for her. Those things got even more wonderful as Bob held onto her hips and once again slowly pulled his cock most of the way out. This time, he didn’t tease her, and hesitated less than a second before ramming his cock back into her, so deeply that his body was pressed against the insides of her cheeks.
Over and over, for a long time, he repeated that stroke. The soap continued working almost as well as the Aqualube had the night before, and there was no friction as Bob’s big cock slowly plunged in and out of the delightful and hospitable place it had found. He loved everything about Angel’s pussy, from the soft, creamy skin on the outside to the muscles that squeezed and released his cock. When they fucked in her bed the night before, he refrained from cumming until Angel climaxed three times, but he didn’t expect to be able to do the same thing that morning. He could feel his pleasure mounting, and decided to cum right after she did, which he was quite sure wouldn’t be long.
Angel loved everything about Bob’s long, hard cock, from the way it spread open the entrance to her pussy and the adjacent channel to the way it massaged her rear clit. The pleasure bumps on the condoms she always bought made the contacts extra delightful, as they always did. Young as she was, her recovery time was quite short, and she could already feel her clit starting to stir and extend itself.
The longer they fucked in Angel’s shower, the more their pleasure piled up, and the stiffer her clit became. As they had earlier, her hips were swiveling again, driving her feet down against the floor of the shower, and she was moaning blissfully. “Oh, Bob, that feels so good,” she told him. I think you’re going to make me cum again.”
He fully expected to do so, and reached around her body to gently take hold of her erect clit. In tempo with the slow plunges of his cock into her pussy, Bob started stroking Angel’s clit. He would do both things at the same pace, until he knew her sexual excitement was at its maximum and she was ready to cum, and then he would bring Angel to her orgasm, followed immediately by his own.
For a long time, they continued fucking, while Angel’s pleasure built up as slowly and steadily as the strokes of the cock surging in and out of her pussy and the gentle hand massaging her clit. Her movements steadily became more erratic, and her moans and whimpers of bliss grew louder. When Angel new her arousal was at its peak, she murmured happily: “Make me cum, Bob. Really give it to me. I’m ready.”
He was as close to ready as he would allow himself to get, so Bob increased the speed of his strokes into Angel’s pussy, while continuing to pump her clit at the same pace. Her whole body thrashed out of control in front of him from the excruciating pleasure she was feeling, and the thrust of her feet against the floor matched that same tempo. Every time his cock plunged into her, she fucked back to meet it, his body smacking softly against hers.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder.” Angel begged him. She could feel the mountain of erotic joy that had built up inside her starting to totter, and she knew the avalanche was only seconds away.
Still holding back, although he was almost as close to cumming, Bob rammed his cock into her even harder and continued stroking her clit. He could feel it throbbing in his hand, and then jerking, until some of the first burst of her semen ran down his fingers. He continued, both pumping her clit and pounding his cock into her pussy, until she ejaculated two more times. When she was done, his cock emulated her clit, squirting three big gobs of semen into the condom, before he was through cumming. They stayed in an upright position, with Angel tightly gripping the safety bar and Bob’s hands resting affectionately on her hips, until they had both caught their breaths.
Angel knew that Bob had cum into his condom this time, and she knew what she wanted to do about it. After he slowly pulled his softening shaft from her pussy, she turned around and held it in her hand, still awed at how big it was and at the wonderful things it had just done for her. “We need to wash this off,” she said, as she turned the water back on.
The steady stream quickly washed off all the undesirable material and Angel, wanting to avoid wasting the cum that she knew still filled Bob’s cock, held the softening shaft upright. She peeled off the condom, dropped it onto the shower floor, and quickly placed her mouth over the softening tip. Holding the head between her lips, she licked off all the semen from that part. With the head clean, she stroked the sides and top and bottom with her tongue, stopping to let it catch the drops of cum that were still oozing out of the slit in the end. After she had cleaned off all the semen from Bob’s cock, Angel squeezed out everything from the inside, holding his cock as she had the previous night. It tasted just as good as it had then, and felt just as good when she swirled it around in her mouth before swallowing it.
Soapy water was still dripping from her pussy so, with Bob’s very willing assistance, she rinsed that off too. There were several gobs of her semen where she had squirted it and, wanting to keep the shower clean she washed them sown the drain. Clean and sexually satisfied and ready to face the day, they left the shower and dried each other off with the big, fluffy towels that Angel liked to use. Just before leaving the bathroom, she picked up the used condom and flushed it down the loo. She would do more cleaning later; just then, she had better and more important things to do.
Before going to sleep, they had discussed going out to Saturday morning brunch at Angel’s favorite neighborhood restaurant. She liked the food, and another of the things she liked about going there with her sex partner of the previous night was showing off to the manager. He was a big, good-looking man in his Forties, and he always flirted with her when she went there by herself. Wanting to avoid any problems, he remained businesslike when she was there with a man for the Saturday brunch, as she would be that morning. Angel was quite sure he didn’t know of her status as a T-girl but, if he ever started really chatting her up, she would let him know and, if he remained interested, she would probably invite him back to her flat for some afternoon delight.
Over coffee and bacon and eggs and toast and marmalade, she and Bob Marley Cliff discussed what they had done the previous night and that morning, and when they could do more of it. “Angel Girl, as I told you last night, I have to catch an airplane at eight o’clock. That means I have to leave in plenty of time to get there by six.”
His breakfast partner smiled lewdly at him. “It’s just after ten now, and that means we can have another four hours in my flat. If you want to go back there, that is.”
“You know I do; I have a new position I want to show you. And, I want to get together the next time I’m in town.”
“Me too. Here’s my phone,” she said, writing her telephone number on a napkin. “Ring me up when you get back.”
Bob tucked the precious information into his pocket. Besides looking forward to the next four hours in Angel’s bed, he was already anticipating the great time they would have when business brought him once again to London.
THE END OF CHAPTER NINE