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Angel Ch. 01

By: Alexis661



“Hey, Angel,” The voice that was rough and deep said. “It’s time to get your ass out of bed!”

I opened one eye and then the other slowly, squinting through the dark.  I saw Romeo Diaz sitting in the chair across from my bed, leaning back and glaring at me. I looked around at the apartment wondering what time it was. I had to clear my throat a few time before I could talk.

“What do you want?” I said half sitting, half sliding up the wall as I pushed my hair out of my eyes. I reached for a glass of something clear on the end table, but Romeo got to it first. 

“What do you want?” I asked again reaching for the glass.

“I came for my money, whadda think?” He said as he passed the glass back to me. “I heard you had a pretty good week.” He smiled and jerked a cigarette from the pack in his hand. He lit it with a match and the smell of the sulfur made me retch. I held onto the wall to keep myself from falling onto the floor. He continued.

“So, I thought that since I was in the neighborhood and all, I’d stop in to see my girls. And collect my cut of course.” He said grinning.

I reluctantly got out of the bed. My head reeled and my body ached, but I knew there had been worse days than this. And better. I walked across the room and I got a jar from under the sink and pulled out seven twenties. That was Romeo’s cut from the last week. I handed the money to him, but he just stared at it.

“What? You want more?” I asked, tossing the money at him and started toward the mini fridge to get something to drink. Before I could move away, Romeo grabbed my arm.

“Perhaps we could come to a deal?” He said as he pulled me into his lap and wiggled his tongue in my ear. “Give me a really good blowjob, and I’ll forget about your payment.”

Every other night or so Romeo groped or propositioned his girls, and I for one always declined. I would rather pay him the money than have him wriggle on top of me. The thought made me retch again, and I got up and went to the small kitchen leaving him there with the money.

“Sorry Romeo, I got to save the goods for the clients.” I said rinsing a glass from the sink with the Baltimore water and poured a glass of Vodka. I cut it with some OJ, and drank it down. I was starting to feel better.

“Angel, your nothing but a whore, and always will be a whore.” Romeo said as he neatly tucked the bills into his wallet. “And the best thing about it is that you’re my whore.” He flicked the cigarette into my glass and headed for the door. “I’ll see you later Angel.”

It was quite when he left, and I realized it was past nine. I had to be out of the apartment within an hour. I was meeting my friend Johanna soon and I had to get ready. I decided on a flirty black skirt and a little tee shirt. I did a hair tease, make-up and purse check before leaving. I locked the door behind me and headed down the three flights of stairs and came out on Howard Street. I had to make my way over to Baltimore Street, otherwise known as “The Block”, to meet Jo. It only took a few minutes to make my way over through the masses of people, and I caught up with Johanna just in time.

When I first came down here from Pennsylvania I was known as Angel Freeman. I meet Johanna in a bar somewhere in Fells Point where I was spending my last few dollars on a beer and a basket of french fries. I noticed Johanna a few seats down, and she was surrounded by men of all ages and races, flirting and accepting drinks and business cards.

She noticed me at some point and as a show of acknowledgment, nodded in my direction. I nodded back and then became intently interested in my fries. Before last call, Johanna’s group of worshipers had depleted and she was just finishing up her last drink, bought by a guy with a fat gut and a bald head.

She introduced herself as Johanna Moxley.

“I’ve never seen you around before.” She said lighting a cigarette and blowing smoke in the direction of the bar tender. “Where are you from?”

I wasn’t sure what made me talk to her that night. Maybe because I didn’t know anyone in Baltimore or because I thought she was cooler than me or if it was because I was just so tired of being alone. I told her I didn’t have a job and that I had just moved from Pennsylvania and was looking for something to give me a paycheck.

“What are you going to do then, chicky?” she asked now stamping out the butt into the ashtray on the bar countertop. “You know. For work?” She added when I gave her a puzzled look. I thought about that for a moment and I couldn’t really come up with an answer.

“I can dance.” I said, feeling a little small and vulnerable. “I mean, I tried dancing. You know, at a club. Back in Pennsylvania. But it looks like no one around here needs a dancer.” I fidgeted with the quarter that the bar tender had given me back for change.

“Huh.” She looked at me for a second. “Is that so? Well, you could work with me.” She said brightly digging in her oversized purse.

“Well, uh, what do you do?” I asked. At this point I was starting to feel better just talking to someone and now here she is asking me to work with her. Was she a waitress, a dancer or something else? Johanna pulled out a five-dollar bill and slapped it on the counter. She nodded to the bar tender and he gave a wave.

“Come with me.” She said grabbing me by the sleeve. We walked out into the cold December air and she linked her arm in mine. I guess Baltimoreans were a lot friendlier than I had been warned about. She took me back to her apartment and gave me a place to sleep and the next morning introduced me to the world of a Call Girl.

Who was I to complain? Here I was, alone and trying to be independent for once in my life and I had made a new friend who wants me to work with her. I thought of my parents back home and their non-supportive words when I told them I wanted to be on my own, away from them and away from the sicky sweet town we lived in. I wanted to be free. So without a lot of hesitation I decided to team up with Johanna. 

That was four months ago. It was fun getting called to be a date for a guy who was such a loser and couldn’t get one for himself. We got to get dressed up, eat four-star meals and meet a lot of interesting people. Of course everyone wanted us because Johanna and I had rocking bodies and were on the arm of a misfit. It always seemed to go that way. Show up with the ugliest guy and get the hottest one to talk to you.

I had stick strait blonde hair and green eyes, a milky complexion and was just topping 115 on the scale. Johanna on the other hand had a maze of dark long curly ringlets and dark brown eyes. He skin was almost an olive color and if she even though of tanning, her pigment changed color. We could share clothes if we needed to, but her top was a little more endowed than mine was.

And the fun thing was we didn’t have to do anything sexual with the clients if we didn’t want to. Although we did most of the time. The men we met were, for the most part, attractive and very wealthy. What was a blowjob or getting fucked if it came with a 200-dollar price tag? 

By the time I got to Baltimore Street, it was past ten and the street was crowded. The bouncers watched from the doorways and called to the men to see the ladies inside. Jo was standing with a few guys that I assumed Romeo had set us up with. He was the one that got us hooked up with the men who needed female company. And as Johanna put it, Romeo wasn’t a pimp he was a money manager. 

“So what do you think?” Johanna said snuggling up Ralph. “I thought that since these nice men needed some company, we take them on a tour.” She put her hand in his back pocket and shrugged to me to do the same with the guy she introduced to me as Jay. I did, and we headed back towards Light Street.

We went to dinner at a place in Little Italy and over the course of the next few hours we talked to the guys about their lives, what they did for a living and why they were in Baltimore. The trick to getting a big tip was to pretend to be interesting in every word they said. We tried very hard to make ourselves interested in their lives. We were the ones who were making them believe they were someone else for awhile.

They invited us to their hotel off of Light Street, and Jo and I put on our best "we belong here" looks before entering. We made our way to the elevators and up to their room. Smiling slyly, they opened the door with the sliding key and let us enter before them. We threw our purses on the bed and the guys got us some hard liquor from the honor bar.

We discussed the rates and what they wanted and what the cost was. They didn’t seem to care about the cost, so we told them 200 each for strait intercourse. Then they wanted to see us dance. That was an extra fifty. They agreed and Johanna and I got into our act.

We started out by dancing closely, stopping to kiss in between and then reaching to undressing each other. Her white top was almost see-through and I touched her nipple through it. It instantly became erect and she pressed against my hand. I lowered my head and flicked with my tongue, making a wet spot around the bud.

I raised her shirt and arms, sliding it off with ease. I removed her bra too and flicked my tongue over her now naked breasts. She did the same to me, but reaching between my thighs at the same time. Smiling wickedly, she knelt in front of me, pulling up my skirt and pulling aside my little panties. She slid her tongue into my slit just below the little patch of hair and used one index finger and slid it into my hole. I closed my eyes and moaned, rubbing my tits together with my hands. She dragged her tongue up to my mouth, kissing me deeply and then glancing over to Jay and Ralph.

"I suppose you want to join in on the action?" Johanna said, nodding to their protruding cocks. Nodding eagerly, the two men unzipped their pants and let their cocks spring free. Jo and I separated and went to the bed, me towards Jay, and she towards Ralph.

Leaning towards me, Jay placed his had on the other side of me and came in for a kiss. I turned, offering my cheek, as the no kissing rule is one Jo and I followed strictly. Trying again, I turned a second time and he seemed to get the point. He leaned me back on the bed, with half of his body covering mine. He heaved on top of me and taking a now freed breast into his mouth biting the nipple.

"Ouch!" I said, tapping his shoulder. "Don’t do that so hard." He nodded eagerly and bit a little more timidly. I griped his hair with my hand, running my fingers through it, moaning as if I enjoyed it. I sat up, pushing him onto his back and finished unzipping his pants. The hot rod sprang free into my hands as I held it, jacking his cock in one hand, cupping his balls in the other. Abruptly he stopped me and rolled me over. He ran his hands up my legs to my inner thighs and lightly touched the lips of my cunt and he rubbed his thumb over my clit.

"Grab a condom big boy," I smiled at him. "I’ll put it on...with my mouth." Excitedly, Jay leaned back and allowed me to grab the condom from my purse. I opened it and easily placed it in my mouth, then leaning over and effortlessly rolling it down his shaft. When I was finished he readjusted himself, and spread my legs slightly, positioned himself just inside.

Slowly he dipped into me, pushing it all the way in and taking it almost out. Faster the pace went, and harder he banged into me. I reached back and played with his balls as he continued to rock in and out of my semi-wet cunt. I told him I wanted it harder and faster and he was quick to comply. My screams were getting factiously louder and louder the harder he trusted. 

I looked over at Johanna on the other bed to take in what was happening with Ralph. She had also prepped his hard dick with a condom and Ralph was getting ready to enter her from the back. He rubbed his hands over her ass and slapped it playfully. Pulling up his cock he slid into her with ease, grunting as he did so. He held her waist as he moved himself in and out, throwing his head back in pleasure. He grabbed her shoulder and with every thrust made her moan like a porn star.

They humped us like horny teenagers, and grunted and stank of liquor, but we were used to it and continued to make noises that sounded like we were enjoying it. It was over soon enough and when we escaped into the bathroom, we flushed the condoms and got dressed at the same time. We came back into the room as Jay handed a joint to Ralph.

“You girls smoke?” Ralph asked taking a big inhale.

“No.” Jo replied reaching for her jacket. “But thanks.” I also reached for my sweater when Jay grabbed my arm.

“Going so soon?” he asked in this hissing voice and an evil smile.

“Yes, my big cock monster,” I said forcing a smile as I pretended to enjoy his company. “I have to go home now…you can’t keep me all for yourself.” I said and leaned over and kissed his sweaty cheek.

Ralph chuckled and slapped Johanna on her ass. “She told you!” he said laughing as he took another hit off of the joint.

“Well, I guess you have to go.” Jay said as he fondled my breast. “But I’ll be sure to look you up next time I am in town.”

“You do that.” Jo said as Ralph peeled off 15 twenty-dollar bills for both of us and handed it to her. “We always enjoy the company of young studs like you.” She smiled and put the money in her black purse.

We walked out of the hotel room as Ralph passed back the joint. I doubted if they eve realized we left, considering they were almost unconscious as it was. We quickly walked down the back stairs and out into the ally. Walking back towards the city lights we were silent.

“Do you ever wish you never started this?” I asked Jo as she lit a cigarette. She passed me the pack and took a deep inhale.

“To be honest, the money is good.” She paused and smiled. “But I always wanted to be an astronaut.” I stared at her and then burst out laughing when I realized she was joking.

“Let’s get something to eat.” I said as I lit my smoke. “I’m starving and I need to wash my hands.” We headed back towards Baltimore Street in hopes of scoring some dinner.

Angel Ch. 01



Chapter 1: A T-girl's Feminization

This is the first of a new series I will be starting. Please let me know what you think of the story. I expect to be adding new chapters over the rest of this year.

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On her eighteenth birthday, fresh from her shower, Angel Jones looked at her nude reflection in the full-length mirror in her bedroom, and was mostly pleased with what she saw. Her blonde hair, down past her shoulders and still growing, was soft and shiny, and all that she could have asked for. She had always had very smooth, fair skin and, by the age of 16, had not developed a beard. It appeared she never would, which was a relief to her. The very mild hormone treatments she had begun right after her sixteenth birthday had worked perfectly in that regard. Since she was now 18 years old, she would be able to start taking the full-strength treatment.

The hormones seemed to be working perfectly in other places also. Between them and the oils and lotions she applied regularly, the skin all over her body was just as soft and smooth and creamy as that on her face. She inspected under her arms and found some wispy stubble, which was starting to grow back after her shaving there the previous week. This was alright; women usually had hair under their arms, so there was nothing unfeminine about it. As long as she shaved there when needed, it would not detract from her appearance. 

Leaning closer to the mirror, Angel inspected her torso for body hair, and was quite elated when she found none that was unwanted. A close inspection was necessary because any hair would be even finer and lighter in color than that on her head. An equally careful inspection of her legs revealed none, although she expected to eventually find some there, since all her older female relatives had some hair growing on their calves. Her legs would also be shaved as needed. She had a pink electric razor, the most feminine-appearing one on the market, which she used under her arms, and she would use for that purpose also. 

There was some hair on her body, of course, a soft blonde thatch just above and beside what she still called her cock. One small disappointment she had experienced since beginning the counseling and hormone therapy was that it and her testicles hadn't somehow disappeared, nor had they even shrunk. It would have been unrealistic to expect them to do either, and she knew that, but sometimes Angel fantasized that they had been replaced by the beautiful pink and white pussy that should have been her birthright. The pubic hair was perfectly normal, for either a man or woman, and she was not concerned about it. Some day she might trim it or even shave it all off, but that day had not arrived yet. 

Angel cupped her hands under her breasts and compared their size to what they had been during her last inspection, three months earlier. Although still not as big as she was hoping for, they had definitely grown since then. The doctor who had provided the hormone capsules had mentioned the possibility of implants, but he hadn't recommended them. Angel had decided against such artificiality. For one thing, the T-girls whose nude pictures he showed her looked unnatural with implants, their chests resembling two grapefruit halves sitting on a platter. Having small, natural breasts was better than looking like that. For another thing, all the women on both sides of Angel's family were quite bosomy and she hoped that, after the added female hormones had overpowered the natural male ones in her body, the genes she had inherited would take over and she would have breasts to be proud of. Angel hadn't achieved that yet, but she could tell she was getting closer, and the stronger treatments she would be getting should help to increase their size. 

She liked to end her body inspections on a positive note if she could, and Angel knew how to do it. Stepping back again and facing the mirror, she ran her hands down her hips. They were still fairly narrow; the bone structure would never change, but new fatty tissue was building them up, even as she watched it seemed, causing them to spread out nicely from her slender waist. Angel turned sideways to admire the cheeks of her ass, which were the most womanly part of her body. As on her hips, fat was being deposited there and, also like her hips, they flared sexily from her waist, curving out and around and back, forming soft globes where they joined her legs. Even now, that part of her body drew admiring glances from men, and Angel hoped it would continue to do so.

Her inspection complete, Angel put her clothes on, starting with the lacy white French knickers she favored, followed by the clear, thigh-high stockings and the short, tight skirt that flattered her hips and ass and legs. She considered her legs to be too long; she was almost six feet tall, but she also knew there could be advantages, if she was able to move gracefully, even in heels. Angel had hopes of some day being an entertainer on stage, and her height could be a definite advantage there. 

Her padded bra matched the panties, and she donned that next. Although Angel would never have implants, she saw nothing wrong with wearing padding where it was needed, until her breasts reached their proper growth. The last thing she put on was her sheer, silky white blouse. Her clothing and her entire appearance shouted out her femininity, which was as she wanted it. Her counselor had advised her that the hormones and other treatments could give her a female appearance but, equally important, would be learning to think and act as a woman, after having been raised as a boy. Angel had taken the counselor's advice completely to heart. Everything about her, from her long, blonde hair, to her sexy clothing, to the teddies and babydolls she slept in, to the fact that that she always sat on the toilet, told herself and the world that she was a woman, and proud of it. 

With her smooth, fair complexion, Angel didn't need much makeup, but she did apply a minimal amount, after she was through dressing. Soft red lipstick, a bit of blush on her cheeks and a touch of eye shadow to frame her beautiful, blue eyes was enough. Angel's face, with that skin and those eyes and her delicate features was already lovely, and the intent was to emphasize that, rather than to hide any flaws. In addition, she considered a bit of makeup to be an integral part of her feminization. 

Her shoes were another part. Because of her natural height, Angel had no need for high heels, but she didn't like the idea of wearing flat heels when dressed the way she was. A compromise was two inch heels, which were high enough to be feminine, but not high enough to be awkward or to make her excessively tall. Just before going out, she dabbed a drop of flower-scented cologne on her wrists and the pulse spots of her throat. With everything ready, she picked up her purse from the dresser and walked out the door of her parents' flat, down the stairs and out into the street. 

Angel had two reasons for going out that day. First, every time she walked out on the street dressed as she was, it helped to solidify her femaleness in her own mind and, she hoped, in the minds of the neighbors or anyone else who might happen to see her. More importantly, at least on that day, she was going to leave an employment application at a local bank. William Parker, her favorite sixth form teacher, had suggested it, and had given her a letter of recommendation addressed to his brother, who was the head of personnel at the branch in town. It was no guarantee, but the recommendation would go a long way, and Angel hoped she would be able to eventually get a transfer to the main office in London, and be that much closer to her real objective. 

Angel had always been fond of Mr. Parker, the teacher, who was tall and athletic but, during the last few months, her feelings had taken a new direction. If she had been younger, Angel might have thought of the attraction as a schoolgirl crush, but she considered herself too old to have such things. Whatever it was, she had started having explicitly carnal thoughts of him, even sexual desires, and guiltily cherished those thoughts and desires. They were on her mind a lot, although she didn't know how they could ever come to fruition, especially since she had graduated from sixth form, and hadn't seen him for almost a month. 

She had never had either a girl friend or a boy friend, or any really close friends of any kind. As a young boy in primary school, she had never felt anything in common with other young boys. They had always seemed too crude and brash and, although she had tried, there had never been any enjoyment for her in their rough games. Lee Seymour, which had been her name then, had always felt a stronger kinship with girls, but had been rebuffed by those who knew him. Most girls of that age don't really like boys very much, at least most boys, and Lee did not appeal enough to them to be one of the exceptions. 

Secondary school and the related sixth form were much worse, with the most dreadful part being the physical education classes, and the worst part of them being the showers afterward. Lee was terrified and incredibly embarrassed at crowding into the shower with a bunch of naked boys, although he would have been unable to explain why. He tried, with no success, to conceal his own nudity and avoid noticing that of the others. Finally, he had confided in his parents, with no benefit. They had chided him, saying "What's the matter? You're all just guys." Their reaction had done nothing to mollify his extreme discomfort. 

A series of sessions with the psychologist on retainer with the school had helped much more. That doctor had suspected the reason fairly early and, after considerable research and discussion, had showed his patient case histories of female-to-male transsexuals or, as they often preferred to call themselves, T-girls. Reading those histories was an epiphany to Lee because he saw a great deal of himself in every one of them. After extensive physical and psychological testing, the doctor concluded that this truly was an example of a mistake of nature, a girl born into a boy's body. 

That mistake could be corrected to a degree and, shortly after her sixteenth birthday, Angel Jones, using the name she had chosen, began her therapy, including ingesting very mild hormone capsules. Technically speaking, she should not have been provided with even those, because she was underage. However, the doctor was an independent thinker, who believed the treatments were necessary to counteract the heavy dosage of male hormones her body was giving itself, and provided them for her anyhow. She chose the surname because it was her mother's maiden name, and she had relatives who already used it, but it was sufficiently common that it would not be associated with her family. "Angel" seemed to be an obvious first name because of her fair complexion and because of the resemblance of her blonde hair to a halo. 

Wanting to be completely straightforward and believing he owed her the information, the doctor also described her sexual wants and needs and possible activities as a T-girl, even including masturbation. The latter was no different from what she had done as a boy, but Angel was dismayed at being told of what she might do with men. She had heard of such things, sucking a man's penis or being anally penetrated by it, but they had always been described to her as something that gay men do. Angel already thought of herself as a girl or young woman, and had never thought of herself as being gay. Although she had no animosity toward them, she did have difficulties understanding people who wanted to have sex with others of the same gender. However, she also realized the limitations her body would have and conceded that, after she fell in love with a man and he fell in love with her and they were married, that would be what their sexual activities would involve. 

To her great relief, the doctor also ordered her withdrawn from the physical education classes she hated so much. As a girl, she couldn't attend the boys' classes and, as the possessor of a penis, she couldn't attend the girls' classes either. That was fine with Angel, but not so fine was the ostracism she faced from her schoolmates. Once she changed from the gray school uniform trousers and white shirt to the gray skirt and white middy blouse, the boys were openly contemptuous. They had tolerated Lee Seymour as being a rather useless twit but, after the change, they thought, contemptuously, of Angel What's-her-name, as being the worst kind of pouf, one who dressed like a girl and even pretended to be one. 

This was not much of a problem because she had never liked any of them anyhow, but the girls were something of a disappointment. They had never had much use for Lee either, but they had even less for Angel. They thought of her as being a boy in disguise, even though she was prettier than any of them, and she never became a part of any girls' clubs or cliques or associations or anything else extracurricular. Angel was lonely, but took solace in knowing that she was finally the person she was meant to be, and took pains to be as good as possible at being that person. 

Because of her high intelligence and lack of a social life to distract her, Angel excelled in her classes. As her graduation date neared, she was the top student in her class, and her scholastic achievements came to the attention of Mr. William Parker, a teacher and career counselor, who foresaw an outstanding career in finance for her. He wanted to talk to her and advise her but, before he did that, he examined her school records, and learned that she was a transexual, who had adopted her current name when she started to undergo the sex change. To him, this fact was not relevant, nor did he think it would matter to most prospective employers. 

At the conference he arranged with her, after some friendly chatting, he said "You have really excellent grades, the best in your class. How do you manage that?" 

"Well, I don't have much of a social life, so I have plenty of time for studying." 

"Not much of a social life? Why is that?" 

Angel was not in any of Mr. Parker's classes, and she had only seen him from a distance until that day. She had always thought of him as being quite handsome but, in the more intimate confines of his office, she quickly started to feel a strong attraction, even sexual desires toward him. This was a new and decidedly pleasant experience for her. Any deception, she decided, would be a waste of time, because he probably knew a lot about her anyhow, so she told him the main factor that made her unusual. 

"I'm a T-girl. A transsexual. The boys think I'm a pouf, and want nothing to do with me, and the girls think I'm a boy snooping on them, and they want nothing to do with me either. I think of myself as a woman, or almost a woman, although I was born a boy." 

"I know that, Angel, and I'm glad you trust me enough to talk to me about it. In school, even a big one like this one, there can be a lot of problems, especially with students who knew you as a boy and now have a hard time believing you really have become a girl. Once you get out into the real world and start working, there will still be problems, but not like you have experienced here." 

"I'm glad to hear that, and my doctor and counselors have told me the same thing. I expect to start working after I finish sixth form, but I don't know where." 

"I have a suggestion, if you're interested. My brother is the personnel manager at the local branch of a London bank. I notice that you have done exceptionally good work in your math classes and business classes, and I'm sure you would do quite well there. They are always looking to hire bright, young persons like yourself, and I can put in a word for you." 

"Thank you. I would really appreciate that." 

Angel meant that sincerely and the phsical attraction she had started to feel for William Parker grew even stronger. She had never been involved in sexual activity of any kind at all, either as a boy or as a T-girl. As a boy, there had never been any interest in girls, nor had Lee been appealing to them. The attraction of boys, especially her schoolmates, was even less, but the person across the desk from her was no rough and impudent boy. He was kind and understanding, besides being the most handsome man she had ever met. His age, probably as great as that of her father, she thought of as being of no importance. 

She had no great regard for her virginity. In fact, Angel considered her lack of worldly experience to be a drawback, and sex as being something she had been cheated out of so far. Too shy and nervous to flirt with him, and not knowing how to do it anyhow, the only thing Angel could do was to fervently hope that William Parker would try to seduce her. Had he made such an attempt, he would have enjoyed total success. However, either he was not aware of what she hoped for, or he was too honorable to take advantage of her, which is what he would have considered any attempt at seduction. Angel left his office with her virginity intact, and possessing a letter of introduction to George Parker, the personnel manager of the local branch of the big London bank. 

That same letter was folded neatly and inserted in a clean, white envelope and placed protectively in Angel's purse on the morning she went to call on George Parker. From her personal inspection in the mirror and from the looks she got from men on the street, she knew she looked her best, but hoped her appearance was businesslike besides being attractive. Had she been calling on his brother, her sexual desirability would have been foremost in her mind, but she had never met George Parker, and was only concerned with making an impression on him as somebody he would want to hire. 

"Mr. Parker, there's a Miss Angel Jones here to see you," his assistant informed George Parker, handing him the envelope she had received from the applicant. 

"Thank you, Deborah. Send her in." 

He already knew what the contents of the envelope said but he opened it, unfolded it and spread it on his desk. His brother had called and told him to expect Angel, because she would turn eighteen years old that day. He had mentioned that she was a transsexual, but had not given any description of her. George was not thrilled at the idea, and expected somebody with broad shoulders and a lantern jaw to come clumping into his office. He was amazed, even flabbergasted, when his assistant ushered the tall, slender and exquisitely beautiful Miss Jones through the door. 

He was not the only one surprised. Angel was still infatuated by William Parker, and even fantasized about him while she masturbated but, from that moment forward, his image was crowded out of her mind by that of his taller, more ruggedly handsome brother. When George greeted her in his very masculine baritone voice, and offered her a seat, she was captivated. If he had sexually propositioned her, which he didn't, of course, she would have avidly agreed.

Their conversation was something of a formality. Even without the strong endorsement of his brother, George Parker would have hired the lovely young woman for almost any position she might have asked for. What he offered her was a job working for him as his second assistant, starting the next day. Angel eagerly accepted it. If he had told her she had to work for no pay, she probably would have agreed to that too, just to be able to work near the man of her dreams. Of course, he didn't do that either. The salary that was offered and accepted was the standard one for a young, starting clerk. 

The next day, Angel came to work, her first day there, in a blue knit dress that hugged her curves and set off the color of her eyes. It did things to George's eyes too, attracting them, as well as the eyes of all the men, both employees and bank customers, who saw her. The women noticed her also, and their reactions ranged from the friendliness of Deborah, George's first assistant, to the hostile envy of her youth and beauty that was the attitude of some others. None of the people who saw her, or talked to anybody who had seen her, knew Angel was a T-girl, and she didn't want to tell them. She would not have denied it but she also felt it was nobody's business, as long as she did her job. Mr. Parker didn't mention it to anybody either. 




Angel Ch. 01



Angel's Vacation, Pt 1: The Beginning


My name is Angela but I have always been known as "Angel". My husband and I are in our mid-thirties with no children. We are quite well off financially thanks to my wonderful husband's job. Jonathan (Jon) is the co-owner of a very successful multimedia communications company. They make all sorts of fancy corporate multimedia presentations and communications. The reason I bring it up at all is that he works very hard. There are constant demands on his time. There are always important decisions to be made. People always need something from him.

This is where I come in. With everyone in his professional life pulling on him from all directions, the last thing he needs is a demanding wife adding to his stress and tension. This suits me fine. You see, I have a submissive personality. I get great pleasure from pleasing my husband. I get satisfaction when I see him make that transition when he gets home. His body visibly changes as my attentions wash away the tensions of his work day. I pamper and dote on him in every way. His needs come first, including when we are in bed.

The great part about our relationship is something in it for me too. He is always attentive and he listens to me. He is sweet and kind. He has never raised his voice to me or mistreated me in anyway. He knows how hard I work to please him and he constantly shows his appreciation. Although his needs are addressed first, there is always plenty of attention paid to mine. This relationship works very well for both of us.

Since the company has always been very successful, Jon and his partner William spring for a vacation for every one in the company. That is about fifty people including spouses. This year the vacation was to an exclusive island resort in the Caribbean and definitely for adults only.

I had been looking forward to this trip for months. I spent extra time at the gym so I could be in the best shape possible for the trip. I couldn't wait for us to spend quality time together. This would be the only time of the year when I could truly pamper Jon for days at a time. I bought several new items of clothes but not a full wardrobe. I knew that Jon would take me shopping for some special things when we were there.

Jon and William made sure that the trip started off on the right foot. A chartered luxury bus picked everyone up in turn and took us all to the airport. We were certainly a cheery lot. The mood was so festive and it was all the merrier thanks to the free flowing Champagne and tropical drinks. Everyone was having a good time and we hadn't even left the U.S.! 

We all looked so good in all our best island attire. Flowered shirts and colorful sun dresses abound. I noticed that we were a pretty attractive lot as well. In addition to the executives like my husband and his partner, there were the computer programmers and artisans, the video technicians, and a very attractive group of what was referred to as the "talent"; the several models and actors on permanent staff with the company. Once we were all on the bus, Jon made a very brief speech raising his Champagne glass in toast.

"Thank you all for coming. I know we are all looking forward to a wonderful trip. It is a vacation that we all worked very hard to earn. I especially want to thank someone who helped make this possible and who isn't even on the payroll, my wife, Angel."

He turned to me with his glass up in the air.

"She made many of these plans and reservations. We owe our fun on this trip to my lovely Angel."

He turned back to the group that was applauding kindly and he ended with, "You've worked hard and now you deserve to play hard. I know I will."

Jon snickered a bit after that last phrase and there were a few "guffaws" from the gang as well.

"So have fun. From this point on, you are on your own."

Jon sipped from his glass, turned again to me and mouthed the words "I love you". I did the same back to him and began to blush.

Jon sat back down in the seat next to me. We were in the second row on the bus with no one in front of us. Jon turned his face to me and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Even though he had done that a million times before, I swooned like it was the very first time. And just like all those other times he kissed me, I could feel a damp warmth developing.

"You are so beautiful," he complimented. "And sexy too."

I watched his eyes move from my face, down to my chest. His gaze went over by breasts that were very well exposed by the bright yellow halter top of my sun dress. He reached around me and we hugged.

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We landed late in the afternoon and were driven to the resort in another luxury bus. After Jon and I checked in, we were introduced to Malaya, our personal concierge. She was a sweet lovely island gal, most likely in her mid-twenties, with long black hair to her shoulders and a pleasing smile. Malaya drove us in a golf cart to our secluded bungalow, the best accommodations on the island. Our bags had arrived directly from the airport and all of our things were already unpacked and put away in perfect order. The sun was just beginning to set when Malaya left us alone. We walked through the open French doors out onto the balcony. A table had been set with a light meal of chilled shrimp, lobster, fruits and cheese. A bottle of fine white wine sat chilling in an ice bucket. We had our arms around each other and just looked out at the magnificent view of the empty beach before us. We stared out over the ocean and watched the deep red sun, flanked by amber and purple wisps of clouds, slowly sink down below the horizon. We enjoyed our delicacies at the table in the warmth of the Caribbean evening. In addition to the wine, we drank in the setting, the mood, and our love for each other. We did so in almost complete silence. The weight of the entire previous year left us in just that hour on that balcony.

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With the sun now set and the wine almost gone, we left the balcony and headed to the bathroom. We decided that a luxurious bath together would be perfect before we went to bed. After I started the water running into the large sunken tube we both began to undress.

I know Jon likes to watch me undress and this was no exception. His shirt was already off and he was undoing his trousers while looking directly at me. I untied the halter top behind my neck but held one arm across my breasts so that the top would not fall. While holding my top up, I undid the clip in my hair and fussed with it for a moment. It was all just a tease and we both knew it. By now Jon was just in his boxer shorts. My, he looked so wonderful to me! I let my top fall, exposing my breasts to him. I used my hands to brush over them, bringing my nipples to firm attention. I let the rest of the dress fall which left me standing before Jon in only delicate panties. We removed our underwear together and then I walked slowly to him. His cock, an organ that has given me so much pleasure, hung long and limp between his legs.

We embraced in a deep kiss. My breasts pressed into his chest. I felt his relaxed cock pulsating against my leg. I led him to the bath and we entered the scented warm water and then innocently bathed each other. Eventually I ended up sitting between Jon's legs, leaning with my back against him. He massaged my neck and shoulders and continually nibbled my neck with sweet kisses. Occasionally he would run his hands down across my chest and over my breasts, cupping them and gently kneading them. The contact of Jon's penis against my rear was always there.

My body enjoyed all the soothing sensations. It all provided a dull satisfaction that remained below the point of any sexual frustration. I leaned my head back and we enjoyed a few more loving kisses.

"Let's go to bed," he suggested.

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I awoke in the grand bed in a very peaceful way. Not from the usual annoying alarm clock but in a natural way. I awoke because I had all the rest that I needed. The sun was of course up and the cool breeze wafted through the sheer drapes over the open windows. I could hear the ocean softly caressing the beach. It was a very blissful way to great the day.

I looked at Jon sleeping so peacefully next to me. He was lying on his back with the thin top sheet covering his naked body only from waist to thigh. It was not the restless sleep I was used to seeing. The island was already working its magic on him. Watching him sleep, I thought about us last night; the sunset, the wine, the kisses we shared, the quiet talk, the bath. At first I was disappointed that we did not make love last night but looking back on it this morning, Jon was right. We were tired after the trip. There would be plenty of time for sex. Last night was for shedding the crust formed by our daily lives. Our soft true centers were now exposed and ready for what lay ahead. But that was last night. This is today! We're rested and already quite relaxed. Certainly today would be a good day for sex. What about now? This minute?

I moved to lay next to Jon but in the reverse direction. I slowly lifted the sheet just exposing what I wanted to see. His balls hung low in his shaved scrotum. His thick limp member lay peacefully against his thigh. I just laid there looking at it, replaying the images of when Jon was excited and marveling at the transformation that that part of his body goes through. Those mental images led to the calling up of how he makes me feel and that of course started the very real sense of anticipation. My body began to react and prepare. A deep warmth started in my abdomen and a sensation developed in my breasts akin to an itch or maybe more like an ache. My breasts needed to rubbed, caressed, kissed, and nibbled. Dampness formed between my legs and my pussy developed a similar sensation to my breasts however it wasn't a rubbing I craved down there. Something was missing, incomplete, empty. I craved the feeling of being filled.

I just laid there looking, considering what I would do next. I knew what I wanted. I knew I wanted to move my face into him, to smell him, to take him into my mouth and taste him. That realization put my body into the next level of arousal. The early feelings were now strong wantings. I had to rub my breasts and caress my nipples to attempt to satisfy their needs. My pussy also demanded contact and attention. I slipped my hand down between my legs and let it rest over my lips. They were already swollen and moist. I opened my legs just a bit more allowing one finger to fall naturally between my now parted lips. My finger easily felt the warmth and wetness emanating from within. With no effort at all, that finger slipped into my opening, well lubricated with my juices. I let out a quiet gasp from the filling sensation even though it was provided by my inadequate finger. I began to smell the faint sweet scent of my arousal. All this time, my gaze never left the cock of my sleeping husband. I moved my finger slowly in and out of my pussy just a few times. That modest thrusting satisfied my immediate need but also increased my wanting for more.

I was now committed in both body and soul. I wanted Jon and I was to have him. I also knew that everything that was about to happen would please him as well. That made it all the more exciting to me.

I withdrew my wet finger from my pussy and delicately rubbed the tip along Jon's limp cock. It twitched at my tender touch. It pulsed and then relaxed but not quite to the same state as before. I just got all the more excited knowing that his body was reacting as a result of my touch. Jon, still being fast asleep, was in no conscience way controlling what was happening. With each pulse, blood was filling his cock and I loved the entire concept. I was making that happen.

I made repeated trips between my legs and Jon's growing cock, putting more and more of my slippery wetness onto him, running my slippery finger all up and down his length, feeling every vein and muscular bump. I knew that Jon would soon be awake but there was one more thing I wanted before that happened and before his cock became fully erect. I have always taken immense pleasure from feeling Jon's cock swell and grow from within my mouth but it is not an opportunity that comes around very often. Any mention or hint of sexual activity brings him to full attention before I can get him into my mouth. This was a rare occasion and I was not going to let it go by.

I moved closer to Jon. Cradling his cock in my hand, I guided it into my mouth. My mouth sprung alive with the sensation of him inside. My tongue tingled from the enjoyably pleasant taste of my juices that coated him. His semi-hard flesh felt wonderful between my lips and on my tongue. There was no better way to feel the continuing pulses engorging his cock. Slowly I sucked him in and out. I cupped his balls with both hands. I was soft, slow and gentle. Initially his cock was kept wet by plenty of my saliva and the juices that I had provided earlier. My own wetness was all I could taste in the beginning but then came the treat I always looked forward to. As Jon's cock reached the apex of erection, the next pulse pushed out his delicious precum. It was so warm, ultra slippery, and sweet. The grip of my lips around Jon got stronger, the purpose of which was to milk more of his silky precum with each stroke of my wet mouth. My tongue soon became coated in his syrup, firing taste sensations that triggered much more wetness within my pussy along with a much more urgent sense of desire. But this wasn't about my desires. This was about Jon's pleasure. Awakening him by sucking him to climax like this would definitely please us both. I did not require an orgasm of my own.

Just as I was going through this thought process I heard Jon let out a gentle moan. I certainly could not see his face to know for sure but I assumed that he was beginning to awake. I was wrong. Jon was already very much awake. Shortly after I heard that groan I felt a very welcome touching between my legs. Jon's finger was now at my pussy, gently moving about my lips, brushing over the hood of my clitoris, exploring, and teasing at my damp opening. I let out a groan of my own signaling my pleasure for what he was doing. He slid his finger deep into my wet pussy and began to play me in a way only he could. I moaned again with his cock deep into my mouth. For a moment it was difficult to keep any type of thrusting rhythm but I had to. As enjoyable as it was to have him fingering me, I had to stay focused on pleasing him.

My pace resumed and even quickened but it was extremely difficult to concentrate. Jon's fingers were seemingly everywhere. They were deep inside me or playing with my lips or tickling my clitoris or massaging my mound. I was moaning regularly now. I think Jon enjoyed the concept and the feeling of my moans coming from a mouth filled with his cock. Honestly, I liked the idea as well.

Everything was so wet now. My lips and cheeks were streaked with saliva and precum. Everywhere between my legs was wet with my juices. There would be two orgasms this morning and they were both eminent. And then there was a new sensation! A tongue! Jon's wet mouth now covered my opening completely. His tongue slid into my pussy and was lapping inside of me. I had to suck him faster. I knew my orgasm was approaching. I wanted to please Jon first. Mine I had to wait. Mine had to wait!

I rubbed his balls in my hands. Even they were wet. I sucked him in and out faster and faster. I could feel every vein and nuance of Jon's rubbery cock, the power, the heat, as it made its way into and out of my mouth, between my lips and over my tongue. I wanted him. I wanted to make him come, now, before I did.

It would be a lost cause. I felt it start at the moment Jon's tongue flicked deep inside my pussy and his fingers slid across my clit. A reverberation that started at my shoulders rippled down over my chest and deep into my abdomen. It all focused on my internal muscles and they all tightened at once. I let out a huge gasp around Jon's cock, almost expelling him from my mouth. I could no longer provide the rhythm that Jon needed but he had picked up that role. His hips where now moving so his cock could still thrust in and out of my willing mouth. I flinched in a great orgasmic contraction. My abdomen spasmed hard. I certainly couldn't see it but knew I had just wept cum all over Jon's face. On it went. Each new contractions was even stronger than the one before but eventually, each spasm diminished as my orgasm slowly subsided. Just before I was done, Jon began his.

Even in the twilight of my orgasmic bliss I recognized that very familiar sensation from the balls being held in my hands. His scrotum drew up tightly and there was a swelling in my mouth. I felt his cock pulse much stronger than any of the pulses that had built his erection. The bulge shot up the length of Jon's cock and pressed past my lips. The head swelled and spewed out a belch of thick warm cum. It squirted hard at the back of my throat. The walls of my mouth were now entirely coated in a viscous layer of thick warm cum. My tongue was overwhelmed by the thick fluid texture and the rich taste.

I didn't want to swallow. I preferred not to unless of course it is what Jon wanted me to do but he rarely did. If I swallowed, that would be the end of it. No more taste, no more texture, no more smell, no more warm soft feeling in my mouth, on my face or where ever it would end up.

Another strong spurt leapt from the head of Jon's cock and again my mouth filled with the warm creamy fluid. I felt it begin to run from the edges of my lips still surrounding his erupting cock. More and more spilled out, down my cheek and onto my shoulder and that was the way I wanted it. I wanted to feel every spurt, every thick splash of Jon's ejaculate. I wanted to feel it run out from my mouth in obscene streams. I wanted to feel it warm, thick and sticky on my face and where ever it would eventually rest on my body. Each twitch, each spasm, each moan gave me exactly those things.

Our orgasms subsided and faded to soft contractions and satisfying shudders. Neither Jon nor I did anything different as our climaxes ebbed. His mouth was still pressed firmly between my legs. His tongue was still inside of me, slowly lapping and tickling my internal folds. I knew I had made us both so wet. Jon's face slid so effortlessly against my flesh. It was warm between my legs. I could smell my own cum even above the strong scent of a Jon's semen.

His cock was gently oozing the last of his seed into my mouth. I was no longer sucking him. I was more like "mouthing" his still firm member. My lips, still very covered in sticky cum, opened and closed around his shaft. My tongue swirled through the cum and gently caressed the throbbing head. Cum lazily seeped out of my mouth and dribbled down my cheek and chin. We both just lay there, enveloped by the smell, the taste, the sight and the soothing sensation of our wet contact.

Finally, it was me that rolled onto my back, sending the cum still in my mouth to the back of my throat. This I happily swallowed. I could still feel streaks of thinning cum on my face. I just lay there in peaceful bliss. I looked over and saw Jon's cock dangling in a half erection, the shaft coated in a milky film. A droplet stretched from the tip almost to the bed. I thought about retrieving it but before I could, Jon rose. I propped myself up and watched his exquisite body walk away from me into the bathroom. A moment later has walking back to me, his cock swaying with each step. He was wiping his face with a damp towel and offered another one to me. I had just managed to clean up a bit when Jon lay back down.

"I love you Angel," he said. He took me into his arms, surrounded me in a hug and then kissed me deeply.




Angel Ch. 01



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Comments always welcome.



Angel Ch. 01



 All characters are above the age of eighteen. Here's chapter one of this story. Should I continue? Let me know what you think.

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I stared out the window of the bus I was on. Nothing but endless desert. Nothing but sand, dried up plants, dangerous animals, and the hot sun for 10 years.

My name is Angel Valenzuela. I'm on a bus headed for the Texas Federal State Prison. Your probably wondering how I got 10 years in prison, I'll tell you. 

January 22, 2016

"Angel I'm just gonna put on a movie."

Nick said.

I looked at him with a disappointed look.

"Don't fucking look at me like that. I'm not going out with you, you don't like it I'll just fucking leave."

I sighed,

"Alright I'm sorry."

I was just trying to get Nick to go to the park with me so we could lay in the grass together talk and spend some time outdoors like a real couple. I looked down at my feet and forced the tears the were trying to fall not to. 

"Where are your movies?"

"There in the cabinet under the Tv Nick."

Nick was my boyfriend at the time. We met during my senior in highschool when I was walking through the hall and he bumped into me making trip.

He helped me up and apologized and that led to a good friendship that didn't take long to turn into a relationship.

The relationship was always kept a secret because nick wasn't ready to come out. I wasn't out either but I was willing to come out for Nick. 

Nick was 6' 3" to my 5'10". He had warm brown eyes and short black hair. He had a stocky build with light Mexican skin. 

He was very sweet and romantic in the beginning. He always would joke around with me and I loved it. In public Nick would pretend not to know me but when know ones looking he would wink at me.

A few months after graduation things started to change. Nick would barely call me and when he did he just wanted to hook up. Sometimes I would call and ask him to go out with me but he would find a way out of it.

At first I thought he was playing hard to get so I asked again when I was at his house and he yelled and got really mad and made me leave.

Sometimes I would see him in public with his friends and I would hope for one of his winks but when he saw me he said something to his friend and looked away. His friend turned around and yelled,

"Faggot!" And started laughing loudly.

I turned as my eyes watered up and walked away as fast as possible. That happened a week ago. This is the first time we were together since.

He went through my movies and found one and put It on. He sat on the couch next to me. 30 minutes into the movie I was falling asleep and my head was leaning onto his shoulder. 

Right when my head touched his shoulder he threw his shoulder up and it made me wake up and my head jerk in the other direction. 

"Ow" I said quietly and rubbed my neck.

"Shut up, I barley even moved." he said immediately.

I tried to scoot closer to him but he said,

"fuck give me some space you fucking cocksucker" 

I moved away from him my feelings hurt badly. I couldn't stop the tears this time.

"Fucking cry baby ill give you something to cry about!" Right when he said it he slapped me hard the sound ringing in my ears. 

The hit caused a sob to escape from my mouth and that got him angrier and he hit me again. I got out of his reach and ran up stairs to my room and locked the door. Nick was banging on the door yelling at me to open it. I heard the door start to crack. I opened the window and jumped onto the roof.

I was walking up the roof when nick grabbed my ankle and pulled it out from under me. I fell into my hands and knees on all the fiber glass roof. Me and nick were know struggling on the roof.

"Nick please stop." I said while crying.

We stood and Nick grabbed my throat. He started choking me and I grabbed onto his wrists. I looked into his eyes and no longer saw the Nick I once knew. My vision started to fade.

I used the last of my strength to try push Nick off. He barely moved but it made him slip and it gave me leverage so I pushed him as hard as I could. 

My neighbors were having a party at the time and right when I pushed him everyone noticed what was going on. Nick fell off the roof onto the cement with a sickening crack. I looked down at him and yelled his name.

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February 1, 2016

Now I'm on bus headed for a 10 year vacation at the federal state prison.

My neighbors that witnessed what happened only pointed out that they saw me roughly push him off the roof.

So they sentenced me 10 years. My parents disowned me after they found out I killed my "best friend". They really liked Nick for some reason. He was really polite around them.

Now they just look at me with hate and disgust. Arriving at the prison I was very scared and nervous. I'm only 18 not skinny but I'm not fat either.

Walking through the hallways of the prison the men would shout dirty things to me. I just kept my head straight and tried to ignore them. The guard that was escorting me stopped and opened a cell door. 

"Get in." He said.

I went into my cell and the guard shirt and locked the cell for behind me. So this is it. Two beds a sink and a toilet. Wait two beds... I started to scare myself thinking about who my cellmate could be. I fell asleep on the top bunk thinking about it. 

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February 2, 2016

I woke up to the cell for bench unlocked. Here we go I thought, this is probably my cell mate. When the door opened I was looking at the same guard.

"Get up. Time to eat."

Reality came crashing on me like a ton of bricks. Lunch, lunch tables, social clicks. It was like very scary highschool all over again. When I was getting my food there were so many scary looking dudes. Some would stare at me while others would mad dog me.

I had my tray in my hand and looked around for an empty table. Thank god I saw one. I started for the table when a big hand roughly grabbed my shoulder. He turned me around. He was slim with some muscle and missing some teeth. 

"A your new huh?"

My voice came out shaky and weak

"Y- y-eah,"

He looked at me for a sec then said,

"Then I guess this here is mine." 

Then he grabbed my tray and started to pull. I pulled back and he immediately had a sharpened cafeteria spoon pointed at me. I let go of the tray and he laughed in my face and walked away with it. 

I looked toward one of the guards but he looked away as though he saw nothing. I felt the tears starting to come so I got out of their and went back to my cell. I cried myself to sleep.

I never get a full night of sleep anymore. I have nightmares about Nick. I have dreams of him falling from the roof or sometimes I just see his parents crying and they start to yell how much they hate hate me.

Tonight I was the one that got pushed off the roof. I was on the floor looking up at a smiling Nick. I shot up in my bed sweating like I just got done running a mile. I went to the little metal sink and washed my face. 

I looked at myself in the fake glass mirror and several things dawned on me. I killed my boyfriend. I killed their parents hopes and dreams for their son. I killed the love my parents once had for me. And now I'm stuck in prison haunted, scared, and sleepless for 10 years. Great...

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February 3, 2016

The next morning I was woken up by the bed shaking. I opened my eyes immediately when I remembered where I was. I heard my cell door close. I looked and the guard on the other side of the door and he was silently laughing at me.

I immediately thought that someone else was in the cell with me and I wasn't wrong. I closed my eyes and began praying to god that nothing bad would happen to me. Mid prayer he said,

"Hey, you awake?"

My whole body froze. He had a rough deep voice that gave my body chills. 

"Y-yea" I forced out.

"What are you in for?"

I stopped and thought about what I should say. 

"Ughh- I accidentally pushed my bo-... My friend off my roof and he ...di-died"

The cell was very quiet after I said that. I silently started crying. That was the first time I had said what I'd done out loud. When he finally broke the silence he suprised me by what he said.

"Well... I'm sorry to hear that. At least we've been blessed enough to be able to say it was an accident... I know your wondering what I did so I'll tell you. I was very drunk and I decided that my life was done and I was going to kill myself. I got in my car and started heading for the bridge so I could jump..."

He took a deep breath.

"On the way there it was raining and the roads were slippery. There was a girl crossing the street and I couldn't stop. I hit her and she died. After I hit her I swerved and the car stopped against the bridge railing. I was staring at the bloody windshield in shock. When I realized what I'd done I called the police and turned myself in... Now I'm in a cell talking to you..."

I didn't know what to say to all that. I just said what he said to me.

"I'm sorry to h-hear that"

Right when I said it he got up from his bunk making me get as close to the wall and as far away from him as possible. I was afraid to look at him so I shut my eyes. 

"Look at me." his deep voice said.

Out of fear I did what he said. When I saw what he looked like I couldn't help but gasp a little. He had deep brown eyes with a nice scruffy beard and dark but light skin if that makes any sense. His eyes were starting into mine. 

"Don't be." 

He said with a serious expression. He reached his muscular arm or towards me holding his hand out. 

"My names Joey."

I grabbed his incredibly warm hand and squeezed and he squeezed back. His hand was warm.

"An-Angel"

He chuckled a deep chuckle and said,

"Don't be afraid of me angel I won't hurt you. Were gonna be roommates for a while so might as well be on good terms." 

The whole time he said that he was still holding my hand firmly. He let go and said,

"Still got like 3 hours till they fucking feed us like animals. Might as well get some shut eye."

With that said we both went to sleep.

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We woke up to the guard opening the cell door. 

"Get up time to eat."

I was out of the cell first. When Joey walked out the guard grabbed his beefy arm and said,

"No fighting today Palucci."

Joey just looked the guard in the eye and grunted. I walked ahead a little faster than I normally would walk. I looked back at Joey and his eyes quickly moved up and meet mine. 

When I looked at him I wasn't looking ahead of me and I bumped into another inmate. I quickly backed up and apologized,

"Sorry."

The big black man turned around and said,

"Watch where your going little man not everyone in this place is as nice as me."

He turned and kept walking in front of me. I was staring at his wide back and his huge round bubble butt. The line of inmates on the way to the cafeteria would stop and go so the guard could let out more instead from the cells.

On one of the stops the big black man talked to me.

"The names Ed, yours?"

"Angel," I said.

I didn't feel all that uncomfortable when talking to Ed. I don't know what it was but he seemed genuinely nice.

"So, Angel what's a cute little thing you doing in place like this?"

I smiled at the flirting and just shook my head. He lightly laughed and smiled back. The line continued moving. I was thinking about what Ed said about me being cute.

When I realized that I was attracted to him just like I was with Joey and... Nick.

Bad thoughts started to make me think what these men in here could really do to me. 

The line stopped again but Ed was talking to and older looking black man. I turned around and Joey was looking at the scars on his hands. This man is obviously known for fighting. By the way the guard said it, it sounds like he starts them. He looked up at me and smiled. 

"Ugly aren't they?" He said

"No there fine." I quickly said to him.

He chuckled then said,

"Angel, don't be scared to talk to me, it's gonna be you and me in here for awhile. Alright?"

I shook my head and said,

"Alright"

When we finally got into the cafeteria and got our food I wasn't sure where to sit. I stopped and just looked at the tables filled with scary looking inmates. Joey put his hand on my back and said,

"C'mon over here Angel you can sit with me."

I followed Joey until we stopped in front of a table with one open seat. Joey sat down and looked around the table.

"Yo, James you mind letting Angel sit down?" Joey asked.

"Yea, he can sit down on this dick!" James said laughing.

Joey stood up.

"Say it again." he said while staring down James down.

"Jeez bitch, I was just fucking with you."

James said while moving from the seat.

I awkwardly sat down in the spot James was in next to some scary looking guys.

I looked at my plate the whole time I ate. 

The whole table was talking to each other at the same time when someone said,

"A Joey, your bitch suck good dick or what?"

"Shut the fuck up Louie. Nobody's anybody's bitch." Joey said.

"Yea right, I know your gonna tap that ass as soon as you get the chance."

Joey stood up with his empty tray.

"C'mon Angel lets go."

I stood up and followed Joey. While walking away the whole table was laughing. We dumped our trays and we went back to our cell.

"Sorry about that Angel those guys can be real dicks sometimes."

"It's alright." I quietly said.

Joey started going through some stuff in his little dresser.

"Do you drink angel?"

"...yea,"

"Good cause I got something that well both enjoy then."

He pulled out a clear jar with liquid inside that looked like water. He opened it and smiled at me.

"100% moonshine."

Then he took a swig and handed the jar to me.

"Try some. It's strong but it's good."

I hesitated at first and looked into Joey eyes and he looked serious as always. I put the jar to my lips and took a quick gulp. After I swallowed it I started coughing and choking. I could hear Joey deeply chuckling and his big hand patting my back.

"Not bad huh?" Joey said.

I couldn't reply I was still coughing. Joey just laughed louder. The rest of our day was spent taking chugs from the moonshine jar and playing cards. At night I fell asleep on my bunk. 

Joey looked at me sleep for a second then went to his bed and feel asleep deep in thought. 

Sometime during the night I was having a nightmare and was crying in my sleep. I was on the roof again. This time Nick pushed me off. When I was falling it felt like slow motion.

I was looking up at Nick and he was smiling down at me. I blinked just before I hit the ground and instead of Nick looking down at me it was Joey with a evil angry face. I shot up in my bed screaming and sweating heavily. I started to cry uncontrollably. 

Joey got up from his bed and just looked at me. He got close to pull me into a hug but I flinched. His face turned hurt for a second then he whispered,

"Don't be afraid of me Angel, I won't hurt you." 

He went to hug me again and this time I just let him. He pulled my head to his chest and held me there. I just started crying harder. I ended up crying myself to sleep in Joey's strong arms and chest. 

**********



Angel Ch. 02



Several weeks later, Johanna and I were taking in the sites of the harbor. Sitting on the ledge of the semi-circle seating in front of the ferry launch, we ate our fries in the new days afternoon sun. It was a Sunday, and as another of our rules, Johanna and I took Sundays off to unwind from a usually busy week.

"So," I said casually to Jo. "My mom called yesterday."

"Oh really? Did she ask about your 'job' at the factitious dentist office?" Jo said as she shoved a fry into her mouth.

"Yeah. I told her it was going good. She is happy to know I am getting free teeth cleaning." I said smiling slightly, which turned to a sigh. "She wants me to come and visit this week." I let the statement set into my own head, as well as Johanna's.

"Are you going to go?"

"Maybe...I told her that I had a friend I worked with at the office," I smiled. "She told me she would love to cook for another person."

"Any cute boys in Pennsylvania?" Jo asked squinting through the sun.

"Oh yeah.... several. Who do you want to know about?"

"Hmmm. What about that Josh guy? I've heard you talk about him once or twice."

"Oh yeah. Josh." I smiled with remembrance and laughed as I looked at Jo.

"So, I am assuming you fucked him." she said matter of factly.

"Hell yeah!" I said, "He was my first love, my first heartbreak, my first fuck. Took the virginity from me like a starving man wants food." I laughed again. Jo crumpled up her now empty fry container and took the last swig from her soda. I did the same with my gyro wrapper and pitched in my trash on top of hers.

"So, tell me," Jo said getting excited. "What was it like your first time with Josh? I lost my cherry so long ago, I can't remember which one of my boyfriends or Uncles had the honor." We sat again, and stretched out our short laden legs into the sun. I though for a moment before speaking.

"Well, I think I was 16. He was older, 18 or 19 maybe. My mom and his mom worked together on some committee and when they had their little meetings, she would often bring him over with her. I don't think she trusted him home alone a lot. He was known as a 'bad boy' around town." I smiled and leaned back on my hands. "Anyway, one day while our moms were talking about one event or another upstairs in the kitchen, we were watching a movie in the basement......"

**********

I looked over at Josh to my left and I noticed that his hair was hanging in his eyes.

"Don't you ever get a haircut?" I asked with my arms crossed my breast.

"Don't you ever wear a bra?" he asked back accusingly.

"God, excusing me for living." I paused. "You can change the movie if you want."

"Nah, this is a good movie." He said picking up the DVD box. "Its about cousins who get stranded on an island and grow up there. Then, one day, they just start fucking." He smiled at my shocked expression.

"That's not a nice way to put it."

"What, don't you know what fucking is?" he asked.

"Of course, I'm not an idiot, but shouldn't it be 'making love'?"

He scoffed. "I don't think so. It's fucking. F-U-C-K-I-N-G. It's a hard dick sliding into a tight wet pussy." He looked at me to see my reaction. I didn't want to let on that the words he just spoke made my center tingle. 

"God, you are so vulgar. No wonder your dad wants to send you military school." I knew that his father never mentioned this because my mother tells me everything that goes on with everybody, but I was hoping to get him mad. He was glaring at me in a weird way, and I uncrossed my legs and then crossed them again, trying to find a position to reduce the heat between them.

"Angel, you wouldn't know a good fucking if it bit you on the tits. Speaking of which..." he trailed off, dragging his gaze to my chest, "Your nipples are hard." I blushed, crossing my arms to match my legs. I saw the color of his eyes go a deeper shade of green. He leaned over on an elbow so his face was level with my shoulder. I shifted away slightly, afraid of what he was going to do.

"Have you ever been fucked, Angel?" he asked, pronunciating the word fucked.

"I - uh,...I mean, well, sorta."

"Well, in plain language that means no to me." He said.

"Well, me and Jake fooled around a little. I touched 'it'"

Josh laughed. "That's what I thought. And what did Jake do to you?"

"Nothing really.... After he, you know - cam - he said he had to go home."

"I see," Josh said. "So he never did this?" he said as he reached for an erect nipple. He touched me through the t-shirt I was wearing.

"N- no." I said, relaxing my arms slightly, allowing him to pinch it between his fingers.

"What about this?" He said as he leaned closer to touch the nipple with his tongue, making my shirt wet in a large circle. I licked my lips and put my hands to my sides. "Or this?" he asked again, reaching with one hand to pull my shirt up.

By now, I had given up to the feeling of his hands and his mouth. I closed my eyes and parted my lips. I was wondering if he was going to kiss me. I uncrossed my legs and turned more towards him.

He moved closer to me now, and with a breath away from me asked, "Can I fuck you like you need to be fucked?"

Startled, my eyes shot open, looking into his face. "I'm not sure...I mean, I've never..." I stopped short as he reached his hands between my thighs, and his fingers slid into the corner of my short shorts.

"Come on," he said, touching my lips with his. "Please, Angel, let me fuck you."

Giving up, I whispered, "Yes." and leaned into his mouth, pressing him to me. With a free hand, he unzipped my shorts and pushed my underwear aside. Sliding one finger into me, I instantly tensed, afraid of what was happening.

"Shush.... its okay Angel. I am just going to put my finger in you. I want to feel your tight pussy around my finger. Relax." He said it so smoothly and I did as he asked. It felt so good and I felt so warm down there. He stopped kissing me and the sudden departure of his lips made me ache for more. 

"What?" I asked.

"Let me close the door. That way we will hear if anyone tries to get downstairs." He left the couch, and I felt alone and awkward. Sucking on my bottom lip, I waited for his return, rubbing my pussy lightly though my open shorts. Josh came back and, because I didn't notice it before, his penis was straining hard against his pants. He stood in front of me, touching my face.

"Now, I am going to take off my pants, and I want you to do the same okay?" He asked in a whispered voice. I nodded silently, and stood slightly and slid off my shorts easily. He hurriedly removed his pants and his boxers, and again, stood in front of me, but now naked.

"Now, I want you to take your mouth and suck my dick. Do that for me Angel, taste my cock in your mouth."

Obediently I leaned over, touching his cock with my tongue. I never did this with Jake, and was a little uneasy. Josh touched the back of my head and said, "Okay, now, try to take it all the way in. Yes, that's it. Oh god, your mouth is so hot!"

I looked up and saw his eyes were closed. Trying to please, I did what I though he wanted, and went with his guided hand on my head. For a few moments I was schooled in the art of cock sucking and then he stopped me.

"I want to wait to cum in your hot pussy. Right now, I want to taste you. I am going to lick your cunt. I bet Jake never did that!" He laughed as he dropped to his knees. I shook my head no as he leaned closer to my hot hole.

"God, you smell so sweet...I want you to cum on my tongue." he said as he leaned in. Slowly, he stuck out his tongue and touched the top of my slit with the tip. My hips instinctively arched up, and I felt as if my body had betrayed me. Slowly he dipped lower, encircling my clit with his tongue, and stretching it up with his thumb, making the slit smaller against the pull.

"Josh, something is happening...Its so - so, tight." I seethed, holding the back of his head.

"Go with it, Angel, let it go...I want you to cum all over my face." Moving faster now, he tipped his tongue deeper into my hole, swinging up to feed the clit with the tip. I arched again; feeling whatever it was reach higher and higher. I thought I was going to die or explode, and then - then the feeling of my first exploding orgasm wracked my body as I shuddered against Josh's still probing mouth. 

"Oh god! Oh god," I kept saying over and over as he slowed the circles he was making. Then, "Stop, stop, stop...it's so sensitive now!"

"That's good Angel. See how good that felt?"

"Oh yes," I said relaxing and leaning against the couch. "Now, will you stick it in me?"

"Hell yeah, Angel. I am going to ram my cock deep into your virgin pussy." Josh said as he positioned himself over me. He took the head of his cock and moistened the tip with my juices and trailed it down the shaft. His 9 inches glistened with my cum, and again, I started feeling the heat between my legs with the anticipation of his dick going into me. He placed his hands on either side of my head.

"This may hurt for a second. But it won't last long. I'll put it in slow, and when it starts to feel good, tell me and I'll move faster. Okay?" Josh tensed, waiting to enter. I nodded. Slowly he pushed the head in and I felt my vagina stretch a little. I bit my lip to keep from making noise. He pushed it in further, stretching me more. Josh hesitated for a second when he hit the hymen.

"Okay, this is where it will start to hurt. Here, hold onto me a little." he said and placed my hands on his shoulder. I gripped his powerful back and with his one hand he lifted my ass off the couch. With one sharp thrust, he broke past the cherry and was fully engulfed with my pussy. At that moment of deep penetration, I buried my head against his neck to keep from screaming. He stopped.

"Okay. The worst is over I promise. Now I am going to move it in and out, and you'll get used to my cock in your cunt." Effortlessly, he moved, pushing it deeper, and then taking it out. I started to relax as the pain wore away. I moaned.

"Oh, Josh! That feels so good. It doesn't hurt at all now." I said, relaxing my grip on his back, now almost just dangling from his neck. "I feel it again, Josh! It's building!" I had no other words to explain the sensation, but Josh knew.

"Oh yeah, you like my big cock don't you? You never knew what you were missing." He said as he increased his speed. "Your hot pussy is so good around my dick." he said, concentrated more intently, little beads of sweat starting on his brow.

"Josh! Josh, I think I am cumming again!"

"Yes, cum around my dick Angel, I want to feel your cum!" With a few final thrusts, Josh cam inside me, with me, and a warm fluid sensation filled me. My contractions sucked in the cum, taking it deep. Josh stopped and braced himself again with the couch. 

"Wow, that was great Angel. You are one hot piece of ass." He slowly withdrew, and a stream of semen leaked from my now raw cunt onto the couch.

"Damn," I said. "Quick, get me something!" I said reaching for the stack of neatly folded towels. Josh handed me one and then moved to pick up his clothes. I wiped the couch up, then myself, and stood to find my clothes.

No sooner had we gotten dressed, and then we heard the upstairs door open into the basement. Josh quickly took a seat on the loveseat and I repositioned my self on the couch.

"Oh, I love this movie!" My mom squealed from across the room. She watched for a few minutes before looking at us. "Well, Diane and I are going to the office for awhile. Josh, you dad is home now, so we are going to drop you on the way." Josh picked up his coat and started walking to the stairs after my mother. 

"Later Angel." he said and walked up the stairs.

***************

"So, after that, Josh and I did it a few more times, but he went on to college at the end of the summer, and then I started working and then moved here." I repositioned my sunglasses and looked at Johanna.

"Wow," was all she said. "That was incredibly hot. I'm all hot and bothered now!" she said giggling.

"Well, it was great. The first person to really show me what sex should be. Not all this bullshit we put up with." I sighed. "I think he is married now my mom said. She sees him once in awhile."

"Well, I think we should go. It would be fun to get away for a while. And I could do with some home cooking!"

"Okay then!" I decided. "Let's go! If we leave tonight, we can be there by dinner."

"Road trip!" Johanna said, jumping up. "Wait a sec Angel. What are we going to tell Romeo?"

I thought for a second, and then smiled. 

"Leave that up to me."



Angel Ch. 02



Angel 2:  T-girl in the City

This is the second in the series about the life of Angel Jones, a beautiful English T-girl. 

Angel Jones stepped off the train and hoped she was in the right place. It was noisy and confusing in the terminal, a far cry from the relatively quiet station in her home town where she had boarded the train that morning. One hand clutched a small suitcase that contained her makeup and clean lingerie and a few similar items. The other hand held her punched ticket, which Angel inspected again and compared to the visible signs. She was gratified to know that she was in the right place, at least so far. George Parker had shown himself to be a cad and a rotter, and Angel didn't trust him to have told her the truth about the arrangements that he had made. He told her he was in a hurry to get her away from the local branch of the bank where they worked, and would pull some strings to get her treated like a VIP. Although Angel hadn't believed him then, except for the part about being in a hurry, and didn't completely believe him now, she was cautiously following his directions. 

Fortunately, not all her memories of George Parker were bad ones. Angel had been very attracted to his rugged good looks and, one evening when they worked overtime together, she gladly surrendered her virginity to him on a sofa in the office. She remembered, with immense pleasure, how his cock felt when she engulfed it in her mouth, how thick and round it was as it glided in and out between her lips. Her tongue happily recalled caressing the smooth skin that stretched so tightly around its hardness. Her whole mouth had fond memories of being filled so pleasurably, and of the glorious sensation when she enveloped enough of his shaft to let the hard tip brush against the back of her throat. At the time, she wished she could have engulfed its entire length.

A few minutes later that evening, that same hard cock deflowered her as she lay, face down and naked, on the sofa. Her memories were still vivid of the exquisite pleasure she received as it wedged its way into her, gently stretching open her virginal pussy and the adjacent channel, and massaging her rear clit. It had been so long and thick and hard and, after achieving full penetration, had surged over and over into her as she reflexively thrust back to meet it. From the incredible pleasure that had radiated outward from its presence, Angel had cum twice, her front clit, just as hard as his cock, rubbing against the sofa cushions and squirting semen all over them and her own belly. George had been so manly, and so sweet and considerate to her during her deflowering, that Angel had hoped to be able to get together with him regularly in the days after their tryst. However, once he had taken his pleasure with her, he changed drastically, seeming to turn into a totally different person.

Her very first experience with sex as a T-girl was even more wonderful and exciting than she could ever have dreamed it would be, at least while it has happening. The aftermath, being reviled by the man she had trusted and given herself to, and being sent away by him, could never change that. The end result wasn't really that bad either; she was in London, where she actually wanted to be anyhow, and her flat was waiting for her. And, after all, there were millions of men in the city, and some of them were sure to be single, and available, and to find her desirable. 

There was supposed to be somebody there to pick her up, and Angel walked slowly to the area where men were standing and holding signs with people's names on them. After less than a minute, she spotted her own name on a sign being held by a tall, handsome young chap with long blonde hair. He was wearing what was obviously a uniform, including a billed cap, and Angel started walking toward him.

Brian Hunter knew nothing about the woman he had been assigned to meet at the train station, except her name was Angel Jones, which matched the name on his sign. He suspected she was most likely some fat old frump who was a big stockholder in the bank that retained his company, or maybe the homely wife of a big shot executive. Whatever she was, this would be a really dull assignment. "Too bad it can't be somebody like that bird over there," he told himself, ogling a tall, sexy young blonde in a tight green dress. 

He was amazed when the blonde walked up and spoke to him. "I'm Angel Jones. Are you here to pick me up?" 

"Yes, Ma'am." Brian had a hard time not staring at her beautiful tits. Although not overly big, they were perfectly formed and jutted nicely. The only reason he could avoid staring at all was that the blonde's face was almost as much of an attraction. He reasoned that this sexy bird couldn't be the exec's wife; she must a hot little tart he had on the side. 

"Let me carry your bag, Ma'am." Brian reached out to take her suitcase from Angel. "Do you have any more luggage?" He supposed the overnight case she was carrying contained a silk nightie, and he imagined the hot blonde wearing it. And then he pictured it crumpled around her feet, while she smiled at him alluringly, holding her arms out in a lascivious welcome.  

"That's okay. I can manage it. Yes, I have a trunk in the baggage car." 

Angel was still not very trustful, and preferred to hang onto her overnight case, although the blonde haired chap seemed like a decent sort. Even so, if he was a minion of George Parker, he might be up to no good. Angel didn't really believe her former boss would try to do anything to hurt her here in London, but she wasn't certain of anything about him.

"We'll have to pick it up at the baggage window, so I can take it to the limo. Do you have your claim check?" 

"Yes, right here." Angel held onto it too, not wishing to relinquish it to anybody except the people who would accept it in exchange for her trunk. 

Brian waited for his passenger to lead the way, hoping he could walk behind her and watch the movements of her shapely bum in the tight dress, until he realized she didn't know where to go. "It's over here," he told her, starting toward the baggage counter.

They had to wait almost an hour. Angel fretted, but realized she was just one of many passengers. Brian didn't mind the wait at all. For one thing, he got paid the same whether he was sitting in the train station or driving. Even more important, he enjoyed being in the company of hot birds, and his passenger that day was one of the hottest. He especially liked the fact that the waiting area was crowded, making it necessary that he sit close to her on the bench, even with his leg pressed against hers. He was sure he could never afford someone like her, but she was friendly enough, and she smiled a lot, giving Brian a wild hope that she might actually be attracted to him. He was aware of his own good looks and charm, but he was neither rich nor educated, and knew she was way out of his league. Still, there was always the possibility that she had an itch that needed scratching that day, and wanted to have it done by some young bloke, such as him. 

Angel rather liked the young man who was sitting beside her. He seemed nice and was handsome and quite charming. She had asked him his name, and addressed him by it, but he still called her Ms Jones or Ma'am. Probably had to be formal toward his passengers, she reasoned but, once she was no longer a passenger, he might loosen up a little. Angel didn't know anybody in the whole city, and she very much liked the thought of meeting and becoming good friends, maybe even sex partners, with an extremely desirable young chap like Brian. 

Finally, her name was called, and she went to the counter to claim her trunk and, after inspecting Angel's claim check, the railroad employees placed her baggage on a wheeled cart. Brian pushed it out to where his limousine was parked. After unlocking all the doors with his remote entry, he started to load it into the boot of the vehicle. Angel started to offer to help him, but refrained when she realized he could more easily do it himself. Instead, she contented herself with admiring the rippling muscles in his back and arms and legs as he hoisted one end of the trunk into the boot and slid it in the rest of the way. He was not only tall and handsome, but also quite muscular, and attractive in every way. Even so, at least for the time being, she preferred to hold onto her overnight case until she knew more about him and his instructions. 

"Do you have the address where we're going?" she asked the young man.

"Yes, Ma'am. It's right here." 

After retrieving it from the front seat, Brian handed Angel the clipboard that held the work order he had been given earlier that day. He had been puzzled, because the address wasn't one of the first-class hotels, which were the usual destinations of his passengers. In fact, he hadn't even recognized the name of the street, and needed to look it up on a city map so he would know how to get there. 

The address was correct. Angel had never been there, but the rental agent had sent her photographs and a description of the furnished flat, and the whole transaction had been done by post. She felt relieved when she saw the name and signature of the person who had ordered the limousine for her. From seeing it on letters and other documents, Angel recognized it as being the name of the personnel manager at the main office where she would be working. If it had been George Parker's name, she might not have gotten into the limousine. Angel handed the clipboard back to Brian, along with her overnight case and, while he was placing them next to her trunk, opened the door and climbed into the front passenger seat. 

He was surprised and elated at that. Usually, the swells sat by themselves in the back seat while he drove. Maybe this bird really was interested in cheating on the guy who was keeping her, and wouldn't mind doing it with him. It was worth finding out and, as soon as he started driving toward their destination, he began chatting her up. 

Angel was glad Brian was being so friendly, because she was becoming quite attracted to him. He had all the qualities she thought she liked in a man. Having been fooled so completely by George Parker, she was determined not to make that kind of mistake again, but Angel also knew that not all men were like him, not even all the good-looking ones. She decided it would be best for her to be open and honest, in the hopes that Brian would reciprocate. As she considered his attractiveness, Angel's thoughts turned to another, more erotic subject.  

The session with George Parker had been almost two weeks ago, and the memories she had of the physical pleasures of that evening made her want a repeat, but with some other guy.  She could certainly do much worse than Brian. Besides being all things she would want in a man, he was apparently unattached.  She suspected, correctly, that one of the reasons George Parker had acted like such a cad had been that he feared she might want to disrupt his marriage, although that had never been her intention. After that debacle, Angel resolved to never again get involved with a married man, as well as avoiding affairs with co-workers. 

Another highly favorable thing about Brian was that they would soon be together, alone, in her flat, with a bed they could very well decide to use. The thought of doing, with Brian on that bed, the same things as she had done two weeks ago on a sofa made her pussy and her mouth start to tingle in anticipation. Even her clit started to stiffen. Angel wondered if his cock would do as good a job of sexually pleasuring her mouth and pussy as the only other one of her experience had done. The thought of Brian, his muscular and naked body lying on top of her and doing carnal things with her, made Angel smile lewdly to herself. Some might think her shameless, but she had been a good boy or girl all her life, and she felt herself entitled to a handsome boy friend and some fun with him, both in bed and out. And, why should that boy friend not be the man who was sharing the front seat of the limousine? Angel smiled, even more friendly than she had been, and moved as close to him as her seat belt allowed. 

As the trip and the conversation continued, Brian fancied his chances with the young bird more all the time. She was smiling and friendly and seemed to be trying to sit closer to him. Mostly, though, he was sure she was lying to him. She told him she was a junior clerk at the bank, and he knew that couldn't possibly be true. A junior would never be provided a limo. That would mean, he reasoned, she was trying to make him think she was available. Bored with her old man, maybe, and horny and looking for some action on the side. Well, he was just the bloke who could give it to her, but he had to be careful not to make any dumb moves. A quick toss in bed with her would be fun, but not worth losing his job over. 

Their destination was a large, new building that looked as if it consisted of inexpensive flats. Brian knew that a place such as this would have a freight lift for baggage and furniture, and he drove around to the back to find it. There was even a friendly, middle-aged maintenance man there, who helped him carry it to the lift door. Admiring Angel's beauty, the man offered to ride with them and help get it to her door, an offer they accepted. Brian hoped the old guy would leave after they got there, so as not to be in the way when he made a move on his sexy passenger. 

He did leave, once the trunk was deposited inside the kitchen of the small flat. Brian handed Angel the work order, which included a statement that she had arrived safely at her destination, and was satisfied with the service. After signing it, she set it on top of the trunk and stood next to the nice young man, resting a hand affectionately on his shoulder. Brian was aware of the gesture, and thought he knew what it meant, so he started his pitch. 

"Well, I got you here, all safe and snug as a bug in a rug, so you're not really a passenger any more. Can I call you Angel?"

"Yes. In fact, I wish you would." 

"Well, er, Angel, since you're new in the city, and probably don't know many people yet, I was wondering, would you have dinner with me tonight? Maybe even go out dancing?" 

"Yes, I'd love to. But there's something about me you should know." 

"If a man asks you for a date, before you accept it, be honest with him, and make sure he knows you're a T-girl. If you don't, he may think you've tricked him or taken advantage of him, and you could be in a very dangerous situation." That was what all of Angel's counselors had strongly advised her, even describing dreadful things that had happened to a few T-girls who hadn't done so. 

Brian waited for Angel to tell him about her old man, knowing that it wouldn't change his mind, and would only make him feel good about poaching on some swell's territory. 

"I'm a T-girl."

"A what?" 

"A T-girl. A transsexual. I used to be a boy but I was really meant to be a girl, so I changed myself to one." 

"What! Do you mean to tell me you've got a cock and balls under that dress?" 

"Well, er, yes. I have."

"You bitch! You rotten cunt! But you ain't even got a cunt! You tricked me. I oughta beat the shit out of you, you fuckin' poofter!" As he spoke, the enraged man glared at Angel and his hands formed menacing fists. 

"But I'm not, and I didn't mean to trick you." Afraid of the infuriated man, who had seemed so nice just a few seconds earlier, Angel backed away so the trunk was between them, not much of a barricade, but better than nothing. 

Brian's sudden burst of rage abated slightly. Although still incensed, he told himself "I oughta bust her fuckin' pretty face in. But she – or he or it or whatever – ain't worth it." He grabbed his clipboard off the trunk and strode angrily through the doorway and down the hall. 

Still shaking, even though there was no longer any danger, Angel sat on one of the chairs in her kitchen. Thinking of the terrible things Brian had said to her made her start to cry. Nobody had ever acted like that, not even any of the boys she knew in school. They had called her a pouf too, and other names as well, but had never threatened her the way Brian did. For a long time, Angel sat, before getting up, closing the door and going to the bathroom to wash her face. 

Although her first flirtation in London had turned out badly, she was not going to give up on finding the male companionship she wanted and deserved. Angel took some solace in the fact that a handsome and desirable young chap such as Brian had been attracted to her, and she was glad that she had been honest with him.  If she had waited until they were out on the town, or back here, or even somewhere in between, his threats almost certainly would have been carried out. 

After making her bed and hanging up some of her clothing, Angel felt pangs of hunger. She hadn't eaten since that morning, and needed something fast, maybe from the fish and chips place they had passed on the way to her flat. Not wanting to attract any unwanted attention, she covered her shiny, blonde hair with a scarf and her sexy curves with a baggy raincoat before going out. 

She took the same lift to the first floor, walked to the eatery and returned with a greasy bag of food. Not knowing there was another lift for passengers, Angel went to the same one she and Brian had used before, and met the same friendly maintenance man. He smiled at seeing the beautiful blonde again. 

"You know, you don't have to use this slow, dirty thing, if you don't have freight," he told her. "There's a better one in the lobby. I'll show it to you. My name's Lionel, by the way. Anything you need, just give be a yell." By that time, they were at the passenger lift, and the door was open.

"Thank you, Lionel. I'll do that. My name is Angel Jones." She held out her hand and he shook it somewhat tentatively. Angel felt she had made a friend. 

After eating, her first meal in London, and not a particularly memorable one, Angel finished hanging up her clothing and otherwise getting her flat ready. Although still a little shaken in the wake of her encounter with Brian, she was tired and, after her usual nightly preparations, fell quickly asleep. 

The next day was Wednesday, and Angel wouldn't have to report to work until Monday, giving her time to inspect the neighborhood and buy food and supplies for the flat. She slept late, and after a shower in the tiny bathroom and getting dressed in her usual blouse and skirt, but with flat heels for walking, she set out to learn something of the area. This time, she took the passenger lift, which led to the lobby. When she walked out the front door, she saw Lionel, watering a row of bushes in front of the building. 

"Good morning, Lionel." 

"Good morning, Ms. Jones." 

"Why don't you call me Angel? I'm new in town and don't know anybody, and I really want to be friends." 

"That's fine, Angel. You can never have too many friends." 

After getting a bit of breakfast, she spent the rest of the morning familiarizing herself with the neighborhood, and stopped into a local pub for lunch. The other patrons were young people like her, and seemed quite affable, especially the men. Angel smiled back at their friendly faces, but didn't want to get involved with anybody just then. After lunch, she went to a pharmacy and to the local grocers to stock up on some of the staples and supplies she would need, and to buy food for that night's supper. Although not much of a cook, Angel didn't want to make a habit of eating greasy takeout food like the fish and chips she had wolfed down the previous night. 

When she returned to her building with two bags of groceries, Lionel was just finishing sweeping the lobby. "Hello, er, Angel. Would you like some help with those things?" 




Angel Ch. 02



 Pt 2: On the Beach"

A Ms. Neb Story

What a wonderful way to start the day. Soft, tender, in silence expect for moans of ecstasy, and with wonderful climaxes for both of us. The rest of the day would prove just as satisfying.

Neither of us had any clothes on. Jon just stared at me as I stood at the full length mirror and brushed my hair. I could see his eyes dart to different parts of my body reflected in the mirror. I liked that. I liked that Jon liked looking at me. I liked that I caused that lustful look in his eyes. I liked that my naked form kept his cock erect.

Just as I was finishing with the brush, Jon came up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around my waist. He nuzzled his face into the side of my neck and drew in a deep breath.

"You are so beautiful", were the words he muttered into my neck. "I just can't keep my hands off of you."

Again he drew in a deep breath and added, "And you smell so good!"

I let my head fall back a bit giving him more access to my neck. He began kissing it and nibbling at my earlobe. Tingles went all through my body. Jon's hands slid slowly and softly over my tummy and then lower. A finger slid between my legs. I parted my legs just enough to make his quest easier. A finger slid over my clitoris and between my still wet lips. Shivers shot through my legs and I almost orgasmed right then and there when the tip of his finger entered me. I moaned deeply.

Jon drew his hand with the damped finger up away from between my legs. He stayed behind me but I could still turn my head and look into his eyes. His finger went into his mouth and he sensuously sucked on it.

"Did I forget to mention that you also taste wonderful too?" he said with a smile.

I turned around, still with Jon's arm around my waist, and wrapped one arm around his neck. The other I lowered and took his cock in my hand.

"You taste pretty good yourself," I said with a gentle squeeze.

If it weren't for a knock at the door at that moment, Jon and I would have jumped right back into that bed and pretty much stayed there for the rest of the day. We both sighed at the interruption. Jon hastily wrapped a towel around himself and headed to open the door. I hadn't quite closed the bathroom door before Malaya came in pushing a tea cart. We made brief eye contact before the door came between her and my naked self.

After the delicious breakfast on our balcony of fresh fruit, soft breads, and cocktails of tropical juices and champagne, we decided to head to the beach below. I was already in my bikini but Jon was still in a bath towel. As he stood up and headed away from me, I reach over and took the towel from him. He ignored the event and just kept walking, full knowing that I was staring at his tight naked ass all the while.

* * * *

Since our bungalow was at a point on the resort, our beach was pretty isolated. A few lounge chairs dotted the beach, a few for our bungalow and the rest further away. At least so far, Jon and I were the only ones around. I plopped the beach bag down onto the sterling white sand and then slid two chairs together whereby we promptly laid ourselves down. We just lazily alternated between harmless chit-chat, looking out at the ocean, and half hearted reading. Once in a while I took out the binoculars and looked out to the sea on the off chance that I might see a whale. Jon told me that this wasn't the season but I did it anyway. Malaya came by and presented us with another delicious cocktail. We were just never going to be fully alert on this day. As the latter part of the morning approached, we both just ended up lying back with our eyes closed and quietly absorbed the peacefulness and the sun.

I blindly moved my hand towards Jon, seeking to hold his hand but instead, bumped into his hip. I just hooked my pinky finger into the waist band of his swim suit. That was good enough. Jon returned the gesture. His finger was now hooked around the string of my bikini bottom right where it joins the tiny triangle. We both just lay there, facing upward, eyes closed, with our fingers harmlessly tangled in each other's swim suit.

With no real purpose, I gave his suit a couple of tugs. He did likewise. I did it again, this time a little more forcefully. Jon did so as well but instead of pulling sideways, he tugged up, as if to give me a "micro wedgie".

Things just naturally escalated. I slipped my all of my fingers past the waist band and grabbed and handful of his suit and gave it a firm tug. There was a lot less to my suit however and so when Jon slipped his fingers inside my suit they rested quite neatly over my mound. At that point, Jon could care less about the suit and gave my soft flesh a gentle squeeze. Oh my, that felt good. A rush of warmth flowed to right between my legs.

There was only one next move for me and I took it. I slipped my hand beneath his suit further and took hold of his member. It was no surprise to me that it was already half way to an erection. It felt so warm and soft on the outside. I felt the pulsating rigidness developing within my grasp.

He completed the counter play and slid his hand between my legs. His middle finger deftly parted my damp lips and for the second time in that still young day, dipped into me.

Without looking over to him I whispered, "Now what Jon?"

"I don't know baby," he replied and then chuckled, "All I know is that I have you right what I want to have you and you have me right where I want to be had."

He moved his finger from side to side to prove his point. I shuddered as if electric shocks were running through my legs as his finger rubbed back and forth over my clit. I knew that this was very exciting to Jon because I felt his cock jump at my reaction. He swelled to a full erection and pulsed powerfully in my hands.

"I'll do what ever you want. You know that," I cooed.

"I know that baby and I'll bet you already know what I want, don't you?"

"I'm sure I do Jon. And I'm also sure that you want me to say it?"

"I sure do Angel. I sure do. Tell me. Tell me what I want."

Still without looking at each other, I seductively said the sorts of words that I know Jon likes to hear me say.

"My guess is that you are still thinking about earlier this morning, about how I woke you up by rubbing you, rubbing your cock with my wetness and then taking you into my mouth. You did like that, didn't you?"

Jon did not answer and he didn't need to. We knew each other far to well. I knew what he wanted then and what he wanted now. He wanted me to recall in the most graphic detail what had happened this morning and what was about to happen now. There was no mystery about where this was headed. I was going to fondle Jon's cock until he came, he was going to finger me to another orgasm, and I was going try to talk dirty to him, accentuating all the wet and juicy aspects of our sex lives. That is what he wanted to hear so that is what I wanted to say. I must admit, I was going to have a rough time of it as my own orgasm developed.

Jon's finger began a slow steady thrusting in and out of my increasingly wet opening. With each press into me his palm pressed and slid against my clit. It was going to be so easy to make me come. I began a similar stroking of Jon's cock. Each slow stroke from his balls to the tip pressed out more of that syrupy precum. It was an easy task to cover the length of his cock with the warm slippery juice. My monologue continued...

"Oh yes, Jon. That feels so good, having your fingers slide in and out of my pussy, feeling me, feeling me squeeze you and get you wet. I know you like that. You said so earlier, before breakfast. We hugged and you put your finger into me and then you tasted me. You said you I tasted good. You like tasting me don't you?

As it would be with every question, Jon would answer with an action, not words. Jon slipped his hand from between my legs, creating an instant sense of loss. I looked over to him. He still faced skyward, his eyes still closed. I watched him slide his wet slippery fingers over his lips while he drew in deep breaths. His fingers then they slipped into his mouth. His tongue ran around them, retrieving all that was there. In an instant his hand was again at my pussy, my legs now quite open, making it very easy for his fingers to find their deep mark.

"I like tasting you too," I continued. "Feeling you inside my mouth, growing, tasting my pussy from your cock, mmmm. I think that is so sexy. And then tasting you, feeling your sweet precum slip out of you onto my tongue. I love feeling that."

My story was reaching its climax as were the two of us. A slick film of precum fully lubricated my pumping hand over the length of Jon's cock. We both could hear that unmistakable sound of wet thrusting with every movement of his finger in my anxious pussy.

"I love feeling your tongue, on me, in me, caressing me. I love it when you make me come with your tongue. I like it when I can feel your face getting wet with me, licking me, sucking me, tasting me."

"And I know what you like Jon. You like it when I suck your hard cock deep into my mouth, right to the back of my throat. You like squirting precum onto my tongue. You like that, don't you.

Jon moaned deeply, signaling that what I had said was definitely true. His fingers move more rapidly now. I was shaking. My need for release was intensifying, becoming desperate.

"But best of all, you like coming that way, in my mouth. I know that. You like filling my mouth, seeing warm thick cum squirt into my mouth. You like feeling your cock slide through the cum as you spurt more into me. You like seeing in run out of my mouth, onto my face and dribble down my body. That what you like isn't it. You did that earlier and you are thinking about that right now and it is going to make you come, isn't it!"

It was now Jon's body that was shaking. He was indeed about to come. I was stroking him as best I could under his suit but it was working well enough. His stomach muscled tightened and he jerked uncontrollably. If felt it in my hand. I felt the heat, the swelling, the pulsing, the cum pumping through his cock. It squirted out, coating the inside of his bathing suit and the back of my hand. I slid my fingers over the throbbing head. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to feel the warm thick spurts through my fingers. I kept rubbing the head, feeling spasms in his cock and the cum spurting from the head until his orgasm subsided, until his cock throbbed in surrender, oozing the last of his semen into my grip.

"Oh my God Jon. That was so wonderful. The feeling. Feeling you come like that. Squirting cum all inside your suit and in my hand! I want to hold you and stroke you while you make me come. Please Jon. Make me come. Please!"

Jon looked over to me with a contented smile. There was that loving look of gratitude for what I had just done, both physically and verbally. That look also told me that my wish was soon to be granted. Jon was about to make me come.

I just slowly kept stroking Jon's cum-slicked cock to continue his decent from orgasm but Jon's actions were in the other direction. It was now my turn to close my eyes and face the late morning sun. It was now my turn to draw inward and feel every subtly nuance of my own arousal and climax.

Jon slid his fingers from within me just temporarily. He wet my lips and inner thighs with my juices. I could smell my arousal. We both could smell, feel and hear it. He steadily rubbed me and it gave me a deep sense of satisfaction and pleasure but every moment that there was nothing inside me increased my wanting.

Jon knew it was the perfect time and quickly thrust two fingers deep into me. I gasped at the filling sensation. His palm rested perfectly against my clitoris, his finger tips deftly stroking my G-spot. His thrusting was fast now, deliberate, purposeful, and exactly what I needed. I began to shake. My climax was about to wash over me.

I couldn't stroke Jon any longer. I pulled my hand from his suit. Both my hands covered my bathing suit bottom and over Jon's hand below. I felt the sticky warmth of Jon's cum on both my hands now. I pressed down, ensuring that Jon's hand would not leave.

And then I came. A rush overwhelmed me. Every muscle in my body contracted at once. Internally I clenched down hard on Jon's fingers, stopping his thrusting. Wave after wave of orgasmic spasms shot all through me, each ending in my pussy that was twitching and squeezing down hard, expelling my thin slippery cum. We rode it out together, each delicious spasm, each shudder, each groan in ecstasy. 

Eventually, as they must, the spasms waned. My awareness slowly returned. I opened my eyes again to almost the same site as before. Jon was still looking at me, smiling, happy in my pleasure. Happy that he made me feel so good. We just lay there, looking lovingly at each other. His fingers were still deep inside me, slowly sliding in and out, letting me down easing. Together we felt the last faint echoes of my orgasm. 

I again asked that question that had started it all, "So now what?"

"How about a dip in the ocean." 



Comments always welcome.



Angel Ch. 03



We made it back to the apartment around one  and began to pull our duffle bags from under the beds. I was actually getting excited about visiting my family. I’d been away from home for almost four months and although I talked to them on the phone a lot, it’s different when you can actually visit. 

I knew my mom would make my favorite foods, and my dad would be there for half of them. I know my dad was a busy guy and he worked hard for his family, but sometimes when I was younger I wish my dad was one of the ones on TV. Like the Leave it to Beaver dad.

My brother Brian had just turned 18 but was going on 40. He finished up High School early and started taking classes at the local college in the fall. He is a good kid as far as brothers were concerned, but he always tried to get into my friends pants. I couldn’t blame him because my friends were really hot. I picked up the phone and dialed my mother’s house.

“Hey ma.” I said into the receiver. “Johanna, the girl I work with, and I are coming up to visit.” I pulled the phone away from my ear while my mother let out a joyful scream. Jo looked over and laughed making circles next to my ear indicating my mother had lost it.

“Okay ma, okay. We are leaving this afternoon sometime, and we should be there by five or six.” A pause. “Okay. Okay. Uh-huh. Yup. We will. Okay. I will. Bye. I love you too. Bye.” I hung up the phone. 

“Well, she’s excited.” Jo said from across the room. 

“Yeah. She can’t wait to meet you. Says she’s making ‘sgetti and meatballs for dinner. My mouth is watering already.” I took from my small closet the best clothes I had, and although they weren’t much, I wanted to be as conservative as possible. Over the last few months my conservative clothes that I had brought to Baltimore with me were worn less and less and more see through and tighter items were bought. 

As Johanna and I began taking our shampoos and razors from the bathroom, we heard a knock on the door and then a key in the lock. Seconds later, Romeo opened the door and stepped into the dank apartment. I was not looking forward to seeing Romeo right now and I glared at him.

“Hello girls.” He said grinning. His grin faded when he saw the bags on the bed. “Are we taking a trip?”

“Actually, Johanna and I are going to visit my mother for a week.” I said coming across the room and stuffed my hairbrush into the zipper side of my bag. 

“Is that a fact?” Romeo snorted. “And who gave you permission to do that?”

“No one.” I said. “Since when do we have to get permission to get away for awhile?”

“Because you two,” He said leering at Jo and pointed at me with a grimy finger, “are my best girls and I need you both. It’s been slow.”

“No shit. All the better to take a trip now.” I said zipping my bag. “That’s why this is the best time to go.”

“Angel, I see a problem here. I see a problem because you did not get my permission.” He sat in the ripped wingback chair one of the girls had found from an eviction yard sale. Jo looked at me with a slight panic in her eyes and then looked at Romeo again. 

“But I think I can make an exception for your little fieldtrip you want to take.” He said as he unzipped his jeans. “If you two whores will suck my cock real good, I’ll let you go.”

As a rule, Romeo usually had a different girl each night and on several occasions he has been known to take what he wanted from a particular girl if he decided to. He never more than seriously joked with Jo and I about being sexual with him, mostly because I think he was afraid of us. And I think that he knew we were afraid of him too. He was right of course, but we would never admit it to him. 

Romeo sat waiting expectantly and I looked at Jo. She looked defeated and repulsed at the same time, but before I could lose my courage I stormed across the floor to where Romeo was sitting. I kneeled in front of him and pulled out his semi-hard dick.

“Fine. I’ll do this if it means I can get a week away from this hell hole.” I leaned over and put the hardening cock into my mouth. I took it deep, licking his balls with my tongue, easily able to hold them and his cock at the same time. Romeo sighed and put his hands behind his head, sneering delightedly. 

I felt Jo nudge in between Romeo’s legs next to me. I looked at her and shook my head silently; I was going to do this myself, because I figured I had gotten us into this. She looked back at me hard, nodding, and then lowered her head to his penis.

“Ah, that’s right you sluts, suck my cock real good.” At the sight of the two of us between his flabby thighs, his small dick became fully hard. He watched us, as we took turns taking it in our mouth, each licking the side with our mouths meeting at the top of the head, sometimes sharing a kiss. We would go back down again, taking one of his balls into our mouths, sucking lightly and releasing.

Romeo lowered his hands, first taking my head and ramming my mouth around his cock, forcing me to deep throat. I took it like a champ, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing me gag. Then, he would release my head and turn to Johanna and do the same to her. His grunts and pants were disgusting, and he arched his hips from the chair ramming over and over again into Jo’s red painted mouth.

He reached down to fondle my breast while he rammed Johanna's mouth around his cock. He pinched my nipples painfully and I let out a yelp. Oblivious, he kept pounding into Jo and I saw her wince in pain. I lowered my head to take over, and Romeo's dick was slimed with pre-cum and Johanna's saliva. I took it into my mouth.

"Oh yeah. Fuck yeah." Romeo said. "That’s it."

As Romeo stopped pumping into my mouth he said, "Okay, Angel, I want you to kiss Jo. Yeah, that’s it." 

He continued to jack his cock into our faces, while Jo and I kissed deeply. 

"Okay, now, suck her titty. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah!" Romeo screamed as I leaned over to Jo and lifted her shirt. I pulled down her bra and flicked her nipple with my tongue, taking it all the way into my mouth. Jo arched into me, which excited Romeo even more. He began to pump his cock harder.

“Oh, yeah you bitches. I am gonna cum all over your face. Both of them.” He stood, so his crotch was in our faces. “Open your mouth wide whore. Stick out your tongue. Oh yeah, that’s it!”
He jacked his cock in a few steady pumps and the almost clear liquid squirted onto Johanna’s face first and then the remainder onto my mouth and chin. Trying not to gag, I stayed there for as long as possible until I wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt. Jo turned and did the same thing as Romeo sat in the chair again, his dick gleaming and pulsing. A moment later he zipped his fly and stood.

“Have a great fucking time in bum fuck Egypt girls. If your asses aren’t back here by one next Sunday, I will hunt you down and drag your ass back here. Understand?” Romeo asked headed for the door. “And don’t think you don’t have to pay me. Next week I’ll take double my cut to make up for your little field trip.” Laughing he made his way to the door.

“Fucker.” Johanna said after the door slammed behind him, spitting into the sink and grabbing her toothbrush out of her bag.

“Look Jo, you didn’t have to... you know. It was my idea to go to my mom’s, and if that was what it took, I would have done it alone.”

“I know, but I couldn’t let you do that shit alone. As much as I hate that fucker, I would have done it alone if it meant being able to go.”

I smiled at Jo, and she threw her toothbrush at me. 

“Come on,” I said, “I need to take a shower and brush my teeth, which is gonna set us back. Hop in with me and then we can get the hell out of dodge.”

Johanna stripped and joined me in the shower, which was quick and precise. Thoughts of dinner and my family were too much to bare, and I need leave as soon as possible.

*****

The taxi pulled into the drive by 6:30 and Johanna was silent for a moment.

“Wow. I never knew your parents were this loaded.”

I laughed. “Trust me, appearances aren’t everything. My father still works 60 hours a week to keep this house and my mom in nice clothes and hair.”

“Either way, this will be a change from the dump we call home, that’s for sure.”

“Come on girl, let’s get some grub.”

We got out of the cab and as Johanna went to the back to get the bags I paid the cabbie. I picked up my bag and motioned to Jo to follow me to the door. I could already smell the food and as the door opened it hit me full force. 

“Hello?” I called towards the back of the house. “Ma? Daddy? Anyone home?”
Rather than giving an answer, my round mother came practically skipping through the house to the front door. She was wearing a god-awful apron that had cows dancing all over the kitchen appliances. The cows looked diseased to me, but I smiled anyway. Jo stepped behind me, shyly smiling. 

“Oh My God! My little girl! My little Angel!” my mother wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “It’s so good to see you baby!”

“Hi ma. Is dinner ready?”

“Sure is. And I have a surprise for you!” my mom stopped to look past me at Jo. “And who is this diva?”

“Ma, this is Johanna Moxley. We, um work together. And ma, ‘diva’ is not a word for you to use. Stop watching so much MTV.”

Johanna stuck out her hand and my mother patted it affectionately. “What am I supposed to do when your father is at the office all the time? A lady like me needs to keep up with the lingo!” My mother smiled and pulled us each by the hand towards the dinning room. 

“Ta -da! Here is your surprise!” My mother pushed us into the room of faces. I took them each in, noting my younger brother, my father, Diane Hart and low and behold Diane's son - her hot, big cocked son who taught me to fuck - Josh. 

And his pregnant little wife sitting prettily by his side.



Angel Ch. 03



Chapter 3: T-girl at Work

On Monday morning, Angel Jones reported for her first day of work at the main office of the big London Bank. As she sat on a chair in the anteroom of the personnel office, she thought about what she would be doing there. It was almost a certainty that nobody in the bank knew she was a T-girl, because George Parker would not have told them, and it had not been known by anybody else at the branch in her home town. She had long ago decided that, although she would not deny it if asked, she would also not volunteer the information. Although born a boy, she had started changing her gender almost three years earlier, and that fact and details of the change were nobody's business, unless she allowed it to be their business. 

To her knowledge, only three people in the entire city of London knew she was a T-girl. Two of them, Brian and Mike, would keep it to themselves, for fear of the ridicule of their mates. The third was Lionel, a maintenance man at the block of flats where she was living. The previous Thursday, after being abusively rejected by Brian on Tuesday and Mike on Wednesday evening, Angel was having doubts about her own femaleness. Lionel, however, proved to her that she truly was a beautiful and highly desirable woman, when he shared with her a morning of incredibly pleasurable sex. She enjoyed two tremendous climaxes, and all doubts were removed, probably forever. Angel celebrated, that afternoon and the following day, by shopping for new clothing to replace those things that her sexy and very feminine body had outgrown. 

On Saturday morning, with her shopping completed, Angel called on Lionel in the tiny cubicle he used as an office. After closing and locking the door behind herself, she approached him where he was sitting in his wooden swivel chair. 

"Good morning, Lionel. How are you today?" 

"I'm fine, Angel, thank you. You certainly look pretty this morning." 

That was undeniably the truth. She was wearing a new pair of shorts, and they displayed her long, beautiful legs. Under them, Angel was wearing aqua French knickers, which matched her lacy, new bra. Lionel was looking at her from in front, and admired her luscious breasts in the new polo shirt too but, if he had been behind her, he would have seen how the snug fit of the shorts also showed off her gorgeous ass. 

The shorts had been something of a compromise. During her shopping spree, Angel tried on hot pants and loved the way they molded themselves to her hips and ass, but they were too tight in front. She was enjoying the shopping trip, although she wasn't finding it to be at all sexually arousing, and her clit was flaccid. However, when she looked in the mirror, it was clearly outlined under the hot pants. Angel always enjoyed showing off her femininity and sex appeal, and she wouldn't want people looking at her obvious femaleness and wondering what they could be seeing under her clothing. She ended up settling for shorts that were snug enough in the back, but fairly loose in front. As for what Lionel thought of her, even before seeing her in her new garments, he already knew, more than any other person in the entire city of London, just how beautiful and sexy a woman Angel Jones was. 

Smiling, she approached him, and put her hand on his shoulder. "Lionel, I can never thank you enough for what you did for me on Thursday. I was doubting myself, and you proved I had no reason for doing that." 

"Well, Angel, you don't really need to thank me. I had a great time too." 

"Maybe so, but I want to thank you again." She got to her knees and reached out to begin unfastening his belt and pants. 

Realizing what she had in mind, or thinking he did, Lionel looked around the tiny space that was available. "Angel, I don't think there's enough room in here." 

"There's enough right here in your chair. Just lean back and relax." 

He did what she asked, except that, after she had his pants unfastened and was starting to pull them down, he raised his ass off the chair to help her. Angel pulled them down to his ankles and removed his shoes so she could take his pants all the way off. With those things out of the way, she put her fingers into the waistband of his Y-fronts, and started to pull them down. She didn't have the same problem as she did two days earlier, because Lionel's cock was just starting to become erect. 

That wasn't the only thing becoming erect. In anticipation of the pleasure she was about to provide for her friend, and for herself as well, Angel's clit was also starting to stiffen. She reached one hand through the waistbands of her shorts and knickers and adjusted her clit so it was sticking up. If she decided to stroke herself and cum while sucking off her friend, she would have no difficulty doing so. With that need taken care of, both of her hands returned to Lionel's waistband.

He raised his ass from his chair again, and Angel pulled his shorts off the same way as she had with his pants, and tossed them onto the same pile. When he sat back down, he was on the edge of the chair. Lionel lifted his shirt out of the way and leaned back, giving the beautiful T-girl room to do what it was obvious she wanted to do. Angel smiled and moved in closer between his knees and, resting her elbows on his thighs, lowered her lovely face to his lap. 

Lionel's cock was not fully hard yet, so Angel engulfed almost the entire thing in her mouth, nearly brushing his pubic hair with her lips and nose. As she played with it, rolling it around with her tongue and pressing it against the insides of her cheeks, his cock became harder and bigger, filling her mouth to overflowing. This was a new sensation to Angel, and one she very much enjoyed. It gave her a certain sense of empowerment to feel Lionel's cock becoming ready in her mouth, besides her liking the fact that she was giving pleasure to a friend. And, of course, as it continued growing bigger and stiffer, she reveled in how the hard shaft felt between her lips. She also happily noted that, in the few seconds, the head pressed against the back of her throat, it didn't even coming close to setting off her gag reflex. 

Lionel's cock was fully erect by the time Angel took it out of her mouth and held it in front of her face, while looking up at him and smiling. She licked the length of the shaft and, raising her face above it, the slit and under the ridge. The best texture, as it had been two days earlier, was the head, which felt like warm velvet against her tongue, and she immensely enjoyed the sensation, as her tongue fondled it again and again. By that time, Lionel's cock was as hard as the wooden arm on his chair, and he was breathing deeply and rapidly. Angel wanted to move on to the activities that she knew would be even more fun for both of them. 

Angel's clit was keeping up with Lionel's cock, and it was just as hard, and just as needful of her attentions. She reached under her knickers again to hold it with her fingers and stroke herself a few times. The sensation was even better than when she had adjusted its position a few minutes earlier, and she decided she would masturbate while sucking off Lionel. She also wanted to try to bring herself to an orgasm at the same time as he ejaculated into her mouth.

Slowly, she lowered her head, letting his erect cock glide between her lips. As she had before, Angel relished the sensation of the hard, thick shaft entering her mouth and filling it so well. Her tongue wetly caressed the bottom, and as far down the sides as it could reach. It seemed to Angel that her tongue was extending farther than it had before, and she very much hoped it was. The skin of Lionel's shaft, stretched tightly around the hardness felt good to her, and she wanted to lick his entire length and girth. 

Cautiously, she took it in as deeply as she had two days earlier. Once again, there was no reaction at all when the tip pressed lightly against the back of her mouth, except for a pleasantly erotic feeling. Even more carefully, Angel lowered her face farther, letting the head of his cock slide toward the entrance to her throat, until she felt a slight stirring. She was elated at being able to envelop almost a whole inch more of his erection than she had before. She really was getting better at sucking a cock, and Angel felt good and womanly and confident about that. It was so much more fun for her to take his shaft deeply into her mouth, and she also took great pleasure in knowing that it was far better for him. 

There was no need just then for Angel to use her hands to hold Lionel's cock, while it was deep within her mouth. She placed her thumbs in the elastic waistbands of her shorts and her knickers and started to push both garments down. Holding her clit out of the way with one hand at a time, Angel was able to use the other hand to work both elastic waistbands down to around her thighs. With her clothing out of the way, Angel released her clit, letting it spring free and bounce up and down in front of her. Slowly, she started stroking it with her right hand. 

She raised her head again, letting her lips squeeze the shaft as it left her mouth, with her tongue caressing everything remaining inside. When just the head was held between her lips, she licked the slit and the velvety tip again, before lowering her face for another slow stroke, laving as much of the shaft as she could reach with her tongue. The tip of Lionel's cock pressed against the same place as before, right at the entrance to Angel's throat, before she stopped, paused, and raised her head, squeezing his shaft between her lips. Once more she stopped with the head of Lionel's cock between her lips, and caressed it with her tongue, before letting her face sink slowly toward his lap, engulfing as much of the hard shaft as she could. 

Lionel received tremendous pleasure from the way Angel demonstrated her gratitude. The delicate movements of her lips and tongue as her mouth fondled his cock sent waves of joy crashing through his body. Besides the strictly carnal delights, being sucked off by Angel was a treat for his eyes. Her lovely face, framed by long, shiny blonde hair, bobbed up and down over his lap, repeatedly taking his cock in and out between her lips. Especially erotic was the way her beautiful blue eyes looked up at him, almost adoringly, as she raised and lowered her mouth. Although they hadn't known each other very long, he was extremely fond of Angel, and thought of her as being an unusually sweet and charming young woman, besides being so beautiful. However, he also immensely enjoyed sex with her, and hoped they would continue sharing it indefinitely. 

He watched, as the beautiful T-girl continued sucking his cock in and out of her mouth. Lionel knew he would cum soon, and wondered if she would let him ejaculate into her mouth, and if she would swallow it. He hoped so, but he would warn her before that happened, in case she had some objection. Until then, he totally gave himself over to enjoying everything about what she was doing. 

Everything about sucking this nice man's cock brought happiness to Angel. He had been her second sex partner, and his was the second cock to be inside her mouth, although she had practiced on cooked sausages. This would be the first time she would actually suck a man off but, it was so much fun, Angel hoped to do it with many more men. She also hoped he would be willing to cum into her mouth, and didn't see any reason why he might not. Even while wondering how it would taste, Angel never even considered the possibility of not swallowing his semen, if she had a chance. As she continued, she felt his cock start throbbing inside her mouth. Although it was a new experience, she realized it must mean that Lionel was on the verge of cumming. 

"I'm going to cum, Angel. Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" 

Not wanting to interrupt her extreme pleasure and his, she didn't reply out loud, but answered by sucking his cock faster and not taking it as far into her mouth. Angel also tightened her lips, because she didn't want any of his semen leaking out. Although not yet knowing what it would be like, she didn't want to waste any if she enjoyed the flavor as much as she thought she might. Her right hand started stroking her clit faster also, matching the pace of the up and down movements of her head, and sending even more pleasure swirling through her body from there, added to the delightful sensations her mouth was receiving from Lionel's cock. 

Faster and faster, Angel sucked with her mouth and stroked with her hand. Lionel trembled, and his body writhed in his chair, as the pleasure he was getting from the T-girl's mouth drove him over the edge. Reflexively, as a great burst of ecstasy welled up inside him, he thrust his cock up into Angel's mouth. A big gob of his semen spurted out, landing on her tongue. Angel liked the taste immediately, and swirled it around in her mouth, relishing the texture as well, while her lips continued stroking Lionel's cock. He pumped in another blob of cum, followed by another, giving her even more pleasure. From the delicious treat her friend had given her, combined with everything else, Angel's clit was throbbing in her hand, and she knew she was on the verge of cumming too. 

She continued sucking his cock, while keeping his semen in her mouth, wanting to get as much flavor and other sensations as possible from it. When his shaft started to soften, and it became apparent that she would get no more, she took it out of her mouth and licked the shaft, all around the ridge and, especially, the head and slit. The tremendous pleasure she had received from Lionel's cock and the taste and texture of the semen he had gushed into her mouth, combined with what her right hand was doing, caused her clit to jerk and spasm. An explosion of joy burst inside her, and Angel climaxed, squirting her own semen onto the floor. She continued pumping until she was through cumming. After her climax, Angel leaned forward and her tongue completely cleaned off Lionel's cock. She leaned back on her heels and smiled at him, while licking her lips to get any stray droplets. 

"That was great, Lionel. I hope we can do more of it. And more of what we did on Thursday too." 

"I'm sure we can, Angel. It was great for me too, today and Thursday. You are really a sweet and wonderful girl."

He remained sitting, but Angel got to her feet and pulled her knickers and shorts back into place. They kissed full on the lips, but without their tongues meeting. With a damp rag picked up from his work bench, she wiped her semen from the floor in front of Lionel's chair. When that was taken care of, she unlocked the door and left, closing it behind herself. Once again, Angel felt proud and good about her femininity, and happy with what she had done for her own pleasure and that of a man she liked. She had a few things to attend to, and some letters to write, so she took the passenger lift from the front lobby back to her flat. 

Sucking off Lionel while she masturbated, with both of them cumming as they had, was an extremely pleasant memory from the weekend that had just ended. However, Angel knew she had to concentrate on her interview, and it would be starting in a few minutes. Somebody in her circumstances, a very junior clerk, was subject to being assigned almost anywhere the personnel department decided. She did hope that it would be in a fairly public place so there would be no repeat of the incident with George Parker. The fucking they did that night after work had been wonderful, but the aftermath was something Angel wanted to avoid repeating. This would mean working around a group of people, because such a group would have made the affair impossible. 

Mrs. Coleman, the personnel manager at the main office, read over Angel's rather short work history and the laudatory letter of recommendation from her previous supervisor, and the letter from William Parker. She also noted how beautiful and personable the new employee was, and decided to take advantage of those assets by assigning her to a position where she would be dealing directly with bank customers. Mrs. Coleman wondered why that hadn't been done at the previous post, but shrugged it off as poor management. The London branch, at least, was very interested in attracting the accounts of prosperous businessmen, and one of the best ways of making sure that happened that was to have attractive, young women who would deal with them and provide the banking services they needed. 

"Miss Jones, I see you worked in the personnel section at your last place of employment. We have no openings in that section here, but I believe you would work out quite well as a teller. It would mean a great deal of public contact, if you think you can handle that alright." 

"Yes, Mrs. Coleman. I like meeting people and I've never been shy." 

"Very well, then. You will need to undergo a short period of training under the tutelage of Mr. Baker, our head teller. I will introduce you to him so he can show you around and introduce you to your co-workers."

When Mrs. Coleman led Angel down the hallway and introduced her to Mr. Baker, he turned out to be a short, bald, middle-aged bachelor. "I'm very pleased to meet you, my dear. I hope you don't mind if I call you that, but you remind me so very much of one of my dear, sweet, young nieces." 

"Not at all." Angel didn't know quite what to think of Mr. Baker. When she offered her hand to shake, he took it in both of his, and seemed to hold it for longer than he really had to, before she pulled it away. 

"I will leave you two to get better acquainted. Mr. Baker will explain your duties here." Mrs. Coleman returned to her office to complete the processing of Angel's employee file and take care of some related details. 

"Come, my dear, bring that chair over here, and I will show you some of the forms with which you will be working." 

Mr. Baker slid his chair over to the end of the desk, pushed some things out of the way, and set out an array of blank forms. Angel was wearing a new green knit dress that day, one she had bought the previous Friday. Like most of her skirts and dresses, it was rather short and snug, showing off her bum and her long, shapely legs. When Angel sat down on the chair she had just moved, the hemline rose to well above her knees. She thought little or nothing of this, since she enjoyed being somewhat on display, and it added to her appearance and feelings of femininity she still felt needed to be emphasized. 

Mr. Baker was a great admirer of female beauty, so much so that he had never seen fit to marry and limit his sexual overtures to just a wife. All attractive young women he met reminded him of a dear niece, and good-looking older women all reminded him of a dear sister or cousin. Unattractive women of any age didn't remind him of anybody. Angel Jones was the hottest woman he had ever seen in his office, and one of the most beautiful he had ever seen anywhere. The sight of her bare knees and several inches of creamy white thigh started the usual chain of thoughts in his mind. The chain ended with Angel in bed with him, and her screaming and writhing in pleasure under his naked body. That ending had never come about with any of the other bank employees, and he had no expectation that it would happen with Angel, but he would never give up hope. 

It was with hope that he started explaining the forms to Angel. While his left hand hovered over them, pointing out various details, his right hand came to rest on her knee. Angel felt its presence, but thought little of it. Unlike most young women, she had not grown up hearing lectures about the lustful thoughts and hopes of lecherous older men. However, after a few minutes of discussion about what Mr. Baker was showing her, his hand crept upward on her thigh, until the fingers actually found their way under the hemline of her dress. She started to feel somewhat uncomfortable about it, especially in the confines of his office, and moved in her chair, resulting in the hand being dropped from her leg. Angel said nothing about its intrusion, and it did not return. Its owner, however, having not been actually rebuffed, now had much higher hopes of taking regular and frequent liberties in the immediate future, conceivably even leading to his long-time fantasy coming true. 




Angel Ch. 04



After dinner we all sat in the living room having what my mother liked to call cocktails. Really it was wine, beer and for my father, vodka and tonic. We were situated around the room comfortably, my mom and dad on the loveseat, my brother Brian, Diane and then Josh on the couch. Josh’s wife, Emily, was sitting in the overstuffed leather chair (on account of her bulging stomach) and Johanna and I were sitting on the floor against the fireplace, directly across from the sofa. Everyone seemed to be talking to each other and carrying on their own conversations. Josh looked at me.

“So,” he said. “How have you been?”

“Okay for the most part.” I smiled. “I see you’ve been busy.” I said nodding to Emily.

He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, well, things happen.”

“So it seems.” I paused. “When did you get married?”

“Four months ago. It was a small ceremony, just our parents.”

I thought about this for a moment and then looked over at Emily. Well, I thought, she is more than 4 months pregnant. I looked back at Josh and he nodded his head.

“Yeah, it was a pre-honeymoon baby. Kinda happened I guess.”

“Uh-huh.” I looked down at my chipping nail polish and tried not to be hurt. Inside I was fuming, although I had no right to be, I mean after all I wasn’t here, but it still stung to see my first love married to someone else and her pregnant with his child. I sighed.

“Well, I am going to the kitchen to refill.” I said waving my glass. “Does anyone want anything?”

No one seemed interested so I stood and stepped over Johanna’s legs to walk to the kitchen. I saw out of the corner of my eye Josh getting up to follow me, but before he made it to the door, Emily grabbed his arm. 

“Grab me a glass of juice would you?” She asked of him sweetly. He took her glass and nodded. She smiled and returned her attention to Jo, telling her of her baby name choices. I wanted to gag.

I made it to the refrigerator and opened it to retrieve the bottle of wine stashed in the door and I felt hands around my waist and a breath on my neck.

“God, I’ve missed you Angel.” Josh said into my hair. I stood still for a moment, deciding what to do. “I’ve missed you so much. You have no idea what it is like here without you.”

“Sure. And I guess Emily just happened to keep you company while pinning away for me huh?” I said sarcastically.

“Angel, it was a mistake. She said she was on Birth Control. How was I supposed to know?”

“Duh. Wear a fucking condom.” I snapped back, stepping away from him and closing the door to the fridge.

“I know. I know! It was stupid. I was stupid. But this happened and my mother and especially her father wanted us to get married for the sake of the baby. I didn’t want to do it. Honest.”

He stepped so he was in front of me, a hand on either side of my body, leaning on the counter. I held my glass with my left hand with my right crossed across my middle. 

“Let me go.” I said

“Listen Angel, I need you.”

”What you need to do is let me go before your wife walks in here.”

“She won’t. Plus, I want to spend some time with you.”

I sighed. This was going nowhere. I had two choices: put him off or listen to what he had to say. I figured that he was going to say what he wanted anyway, so I might as well go with it.

“You never wanted to spend time with me before. I mean, all I was to you was a good fuck when you didn’t have a girlfriend and sometimes even when you did. I liked you Josh. I think I loved you at one point, but I am done now. Done. I have moved on, have my own life and you have yours. Don’t do this to me, or to you.”

“You don’t know what its like. She’s a bitch. We never fuck anymore. She sits on her ass while I work for her goddamn father. She complains and bitches about everything. When we do have sex, she’s like a fucking fish. Just lies there. I need you. I need to feel you again.” He nuzzled my ear and whispered, “I need to cum with you Angel. Just like old times.”

I leaned my head to the side and closed my eyes. God that felt good. Josh always had an effect on me, and he knew how to use his power on me. I moaned softly. “Yes.”

“Yes, Angel. You know you want me. Just like I want you. Need you.” He stressed the words. “I need to feel you.”

“Yes.” I said again, my body betraying me.

“Okay. Tonight, meet me at the old barn up the hill. You know the one. With the loft.”

“That old thing is still there?”

“Yes, Meet me there at 11. Don’t tell anyone you are meeting me. Just be there.” He kissed my mouth hard, darting his tongue into my mouth swiftly. “Please be there.”

“What about her?” I asked, nodding towards the living room.

“She’s asleep by 9 for sure. I’ll stay up doing some work I brought from the office. I do it all the time. She won’t have a clue.”

I bit my lip for a second and then took a swig from my glass. I sighed. “Fine.” I said, “I’ll be there.”

Josh’s eyes lit up. “You won’t regret it, I promise.”

He turned back to the fridge and I walked to the living room, reclaiming my seat next to Johanna. I never regretted being with Josh and some small part of me wanted to be with him again.

Before it got to late, Diane Hart left with a promise to stop by tomorrow to take me and Johanna shopping for some ‘real’ clothes. Obviously our city clothes weren’t to hip in our small town in PA. Moments later Josh and Emily rose and headed for the door as well. 

“It was so nice to meet you finally,” Emily said to me after she gave me a hug good-bye. “I have heard so much about you. Angel this and Angel that. Its nice to put a face with a personality.”

I smiled, not sure of what to say. “Same here.” I said, because that was the first thing to pop into my head. She walked out the door ahead of Josh and when he hugged me goodnight he whispered again, “Be there.”

I pulled away and smiled and nodded slightly. He left after saying good-bye to my mother and Jo. With the door finally closed Jo looked at me.

“Holy Shit. You weren’t kidding!” She said. “He is one hot guy!”

I smiled. “Yup. He’s not too bad to look at.”

”Not bad? He is a fucking god as far as I’m concerned.” She paused. “Too bad he’s married.”

“Who said that had anything to do with it?” I said.

“You have got to be kidding me. Do you think he would go for that?”

“He is the one who asked me.”

“Are you kidding? Are you going to do it?”

“Yeah, why the fuck not? I’m entitled. And besides, his wife is a bitch he said.”

Johanna frowned. “I thought she was pretty nice.”

“Well, whatever. I am meeting him tonight at our old playground of sorts. Will you be okay here by yourself for a few hours?”

“Me? Hell ya. I am going to take a long hot bath in the huge bathtub and chill out for a while. This is my goddamn vacation and I want to enjoy it.”

“Okay, but only if you are sure. I don’t want to like dump you for a guy or anything.”

“Please. This isn’t 3rd grade.” Johanna said. “I’ll live. I just want to hear every detail.”

At 20 of 11 I stepped out the backdoor and into the cool night. The dew had already started settling into the grass and it made my feet wet. Small puffs of air could be seen each time I exhaled, but evaporated almost instantly. 

I took the trail through the woods, which was worn from years of my brother and I running with our friends to the old barn with the loft. When we were younger, we begged to have a tire swing put in and eventually my father made it out there and put one up. Of course this meant hay had to be placed in a pile so we could jump off into, but I think it was done so my father knew we weren’t going to kill ourselves. 15 minutes later I breached the hill and saw the gleam of the roof from the reflection of the moon. I jogged the rest of the way into the opening and into the barn.

“Hello?” I whispered softly. I glanced around, hoping nothing was going to jump out at me.

“You came.” Josh said from the corner of the barn. He walked towards me. He was bare-chested and my breath caught.

“Yes.”

“I’m so glad.” He said, closer now so that he was able to take my head into Ü¥e

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After dinner we all sat in the living room having what my mother liked to call cocktails. Really it was wine, beer and for my father, vodka and tonic. We were situated around the room comfortably, my mom and dad on the loveseat, my brother Brian, Diane and then Josh on the couch. Josh’s wife, Emily, was sitting in the overstuffed leather chair (on account of her delicate situation) and Johanna and I were sitting on the floor against the fireplace, directly across from the sofa. Everyone seemed to be talking to each other and carrying on their own conversations. Josh looked at me.

“So,” he said. “How have you been?”

“Okay for the most part.” I smiled. “I see you’ve been busy.” I said nodding to Emily.

He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, well, things happen.”

“So it seems.” I paused. “When did you get married?”

“3 months ago. It was a small ceremony, just our parents.”

I thought about this for a moment and then looked over at Emily. Well, I thought, she is more than 3 months pregnant. I looked back at Josh and he nodded his head.

“Yeah, it was a pre-honeymoon baby. Kinda happened I guess.”

“Uh-huh.” I looked down at my chipping nail polish and tried not to be hurt. Inside I was fuming, although I had no right to be, I mean after all I wasn’t here, but it still stung to see my first love married to someone else and her pregnant with his child. I sighed.

“Well, I am going to the kitchen to refill.” I said waving my glass. “Does anyone want anything?”

No one seemed interested so I stood and stepped over Johanna’s legs to walk to the kitchen. I saw out of the corner of my eye Josh getting up to follow me, but before he made it to the door, Emily grabbed his arm. 

“Grab me a glass of juice would you?” She asked of him sweetly. He took her glass and nodded. She smiled and returned her attention to Jo, telling her of her baby name choices. I wanted to gag.

I made it to the refrigerator and opened it to retrieve the bottle of wine stashed in the door and I felt hands around my waist and a breath on my neck.

“God, I’ve missed you Angel.” Josh said into my hair. I stood still for a moment, deciding what to do. “I’ve missed you so much. You have no idea what it is like here without you.”

“Sure. And I guess Emily just happened to keep you company while pinning away for me huh?” I said sarcastically.

“Angel, it was a mistake. She said she was on birth control. How was I supposed to know?”

“Duh. Wear a fucking condom.” I snapped back, stepping away from him and closing the door to the fridge.

“I know. I know! It was stupid. I was stupid. But this happened and my mother and especially her father wanted us to get married for the sake of the baby. I didn’t want to do it. Honest.” He stepped so he was in front of me, a hand on either side of my body, leaning on the counter. I held my glass with my left hand with my right crossed across my middle. 

“Let me go.” I said.

“Listen Angel, I need you.”

”What you need to do is let me go before your wife walks in here.”

“She won’t. Plus, I want to spend some time with you.”

I sighed. This was going nowhere. I had two choices: put him off or listen to what he had to say. I figured that he was going to say what he wanted anyway, so I might as well go with it.

“You never wanted to spend time with me before. I mean, all I was to you was a good fuck when you didn’t have a girlfriend and sometimes even when you did. I liked you Josh. I think I loved you at one point, but I am done now. Done. I have moved on, have my own life and you have yours. Don’t do this to me, or to you.”

“You don’t know what its like. She’s a bitch. We never fuck anymore. She sits on her ass while I work for her goddamn father. She complains and bitches about everything. When we do have sex, she’s like a fucking fish. Just lies there. I need you. I need to feel you again.” He nuzzled my ear and whisperehis hands. He kissed me softly, and I swayed on my feet. “God I miss that.” He sighed. I pulled away to look at him. I wanted to hit him, yell at him, anything to let him know how mad I was at him for all those years he toyed with me. 

“Why did you ask me here?” I asked.

“Why? Because I wanted to see you. Alone.”

“But why? I mean, when I left here, moved to Baltimore you didn’t seem to care.”

”I know, I know.” He moved back so he was sitting on the bale of hay.

“It seemed to me that every time you came back to me, every time we had sex, I thought ‘this is it. We are going to be together now’. And every time, you’d find a new Barbie doll girlfriend.”

“Angel, it was more complicated than that.” He sighed, and reached for my hand. Obediently, my feet moved toward him, standing now between his legs. “It couldn’t have worked. You father would have killed me if he knew.”

”My father has nothing to do with this. It was your deal, not mine. I…” I trailed off, biting my lip.

“You what?”

“I loved you. I would have done anything you asked. Since we were kids, I wanted to be something to you. The day in my basement, I thought that was the beginning. You took my virginity and then left. Just left.”

“Angel, baby, I didn’t mean to do it that way. It happened. I am not sorry it happened, but I did want you. I did like you. I do like you.”

“Josh, what do you want really? I don’t think I should be here.” I said and tried to pull away. Instead of letting go, Josh leaned against me, pressing his cool face against my stomach. I felt his breath through my shirt. He wrapped his hands around my back, starting to caress my ass. 

“I want you Angel, right now. Please, let me have you.” He asked, nuzzling against me, his hands lifting my shirt in the back.

“No, Josh. I can’t let you do that to me again. It will be too much when I have to leave.” I sighed as I felt his hand creep up to my breasts. I closed my eyes.

“Oh yes, Angel, you can. You want to.” He said sliding my shorts low on my hips, caressing with his thumbs as he went.

I rested my hands on the top of his head, letting him explore my now more womanly body with his. He lifted my shirt in the front, kissing me softly on my stomach, trailing his tongue lower, and nipping at the waistband of my cotton shorts. Lost in a world of sensation, I allowed Josh to lower them, and he kissed feverishly as he went. 

The shorts dropped below my ass, exposing my shaved pussy. I heard Josh inhale deeply, and he looked up to me and smiled.

“Goddamn, Angel. You have really grown up.” He followed this statement by rubbing his fingers over my slit, and I felt a heat radiate from between my legs. I let out a soft breath. He continued to tease the outside, never penetrating, but playing the outer lips and center until I felt I was going to cum right then. Slowly Josh slid one long finger into my fold and I let out a moan, instinctively arching into his hand.

“See Angel,” he said moistening a second finger for penetration. “You need this. You need to feel my cock in you.”

I nodded, urging him with my hips to continue. Slowly he twirled his fingers in my juices, pulsing slowly in and out, using his thumb now on my clit, building me up to frenzy. I griped his shoulders, afraid to fall over if I didn’t support myself. 

“Cum for me Angel. I want to feel you cum on my fingers. Yeah, that’s good. You like that huh? My fingers in your pussy, making you cum. You feel so good!” Josh said, quickening his pace, when I began to moan loudly. I rocked against him, wanting my orgasm hard and brutal. My legs began to shake and tense as it started, each second better then the one before until I finally subsided.

Josh stood up and slipped my shirt over my head and easily unsnapped my bra. My breasts were instantly crushed to his chest, as his mouth came down on mine for a kiss. I could taste my juices on his lips, and loved every second of it. I rubbed my hands over his shoulders and back, feeling the muscles he had accumulated over the years. I slipped down to his jeans and eagerly undid the leather belt. I next unbuttoned the fly and unzipped it. His hard cock erupted into my hands.

Hurriedly, Josh pulled away and pulled his jeans off his hips and stepped out of them. He had to take off his sandals to get the cuffs off, and did so with ease. Standing naked in front of me I realized fully how much he had grown too. His abs were chiseled and cut, defined shoulders and large arms matched his easily 230 pound body. A trail of light colored hair trailed from his navel to groin, almost invisible in the dark barn. His erect penis bobbled when he stood upright.

Quickly, I shed the rest of my clothes, standing almost shyly in front of him. My nipples were erect mostly from the chilly air, but mostly from arousal. My hands wandered down my flat stomach, lightly skimming my hips and thighs. My salon induced tan looked deep in the waning moon, but Josh looked at me through liquid eyes.

“My god Angel…You are beautiful. I don’t remember you this way.” Josh said.

Suddenly embarrassed, I crossed my hands over my chest, like I did when I was 16. “I don’t think we were ever naked together.” I said. “We always did it with mostly clothes on, my skirt hiked just enough to get your dick wet.” Josh turned a deep shade of red; embarrassed it seemed at the thought of his behavior those years ago.

“I’m sorry Angel,” He said, pressing himself close to me again. “Please, let me feel you. I need to feel you around me.” Kissing me deeply, he moved my body with his closer to the bale of hay. His hand roamed over my naked body and I could feel the dew begin to settle around us. I wasn’t cold at all and the heat was radiating between our bodies. 

Josh sat, pulling me with him, hiking my leg up to straddle him. I could feel his prick at the center of our bodies and the hard mass was pressing against me. I pulled away from out kiss and positioned myself over his cock. With my left hand I held his dick and guided it in side me. I settled around him, slowly dropping my pussy down. I winced from him stretching me, filling me inch my glorious inch. 

When I got all of him in, I paused and smiled. “I don’t remember you this big.” I said.

“I don’t think I ever felt anything so tight as your pussy.” He said back. Leaning over, he took a freed breast into his mouth, taking over the erect nipple, flicking his tongue back and forth over it while I started to ride him. Holding onto me, his large arms and strong hands guided my body up and down his shaft, bouncing me over and over. 

I held onto his chest, grinding my pussy against him, wanting him deeper and deeper. My breath was ragged and deep, and soon my breaths turned to moans. Rhythmically he fucked me, seemingly driving deeper and deeper each time. Slowing, I started to protest, but he shushed me, lifting me, still impaled on his rod. Walking a few feet to the one of the barn walls, he leaned me against the old quilt that was hanging there.

“Hold on,” he said pointing above to the tack rack above my head. Obediently I did, stretching a little to get a good grip. He held just below my hands, allowing him to propel him self into me. He stared to slowly work his cock in and out, bouncing my tities with each thrust. He began to increase speed, and he gritted his teeth.

He slammed into me over and over, driving his thick cock into me again and again. The barn was filled with my screams and his occasional grunt. He moved his hands down to my ass, and began an assault on my pussy that I have never felt. All his strength when into each thrust, causing a scream with each jab. Only seconds away from cumming again, I held onto his head.

“Fuck me, Josh! Fuck me harder. Harder!” I was screaming his name louder, daring him to tear me in half. “Oh God! I’m gonna cum!” I screamed at last. Josh leaned into me.




Angel Ch. 04



Chapter 4: A T-girl's Sex Life

On Friday morning, Angel Jones woke up smiling. She was happy because it was the last day of the work week, and because there would be a dance at the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgendered Association that evening. She had been anticipating the event ever since her first night there, seeing it as a chance to mingle with her fellow members in a strictly social atmosphere. Still smiling, she went about her normal morning routine, ending with stepping off the bus a block from the bank and cheerfully walking the rest of the way to begin the day's work. 

Although she was still new enough, only two weeks on the job, that things were not completely routine, Angel encountered no problems and nothing unusual, until about two hours after she arrived. She heard somebody breathing against her back, and felt the palm of a hand cupped against her succulent ass. 

"Good morning, Mr. Baker," she greeted the owner of the intrusive hand. There was no need to look; she knew who it was.

"Good morning, Miss Jones. I'm glad to see you are settling nicely into the routine of the job." 

Angel knew she should have been angry, or at least annoyed, at the liberties being taken by her supervisor, but she also knew that she wasn't. It certainly didn't cause her any pain, nor did she feel any real animosity toward him. She regarded it as a bit of harmless fun for the man, and it further served, in a small way, to affirm that she was a desirable woman. Her experiences over the last few weeks, especially with Lionel, had reduced the need for such affirmation, but she still liked getting it from men, especially those who did not know she was a T-girl. Mr. Baker didn't stay long before continuing on his way, looking for another pretty young teller to fondle. He wished they were all as sexy and as acquiescent as his newest trainee.

Smiling, casually flirting with some of the male customers, handling most transactions on her own and getting help from more senior coworkers when needed, the day was a routine one for Angel. At closing time, everything balanced perfectly, and she closed and locked her cash drawer, starting to look forward even more to the dance that evening. It would be the first social event she would be attending there, and Angel expected to have some fun, and to get to know some of the members better. She was especially interested in Kenny, a handsome bisexual man who had expressed an interest, both in words and actions, in getting to know her better too. As she was frequently assured, it was a friendly place, with a lot of hugging but, the previous night, both of Kenny's hands had been on her ass while he was embracing her. He was tall, broad-shouldered in his forties, making him over twice her age, which was exactly the kind of man Angel found most attractive, so she was not dismayed by his attentions, although she couldn't help but think he should be more circumspect. 

The meeting that night involved nothing new, and ended early. Because of the dance, many more people were in attendance, and they were dressed casually, but not as casually as usual. Even Lizzie was wearing a dress, instead of her customary jeans and flannel shirt. Angel wore the same blue knit dress she had worn to work, because the color flattered her eyes, and the clingy fabric would display her curves and allow her to move freely on the dance floor. After the meeting, Lizzie and some of the men busied themselves putting the tables and chairs away and setting up the music system, a CD player with some disks that included a variety of music. One of the regular members, after taking suggestions, had recorded them to reflect the multitude of tastes represented in the assemblage. 

The first was a rock song, with an unusually strong beat. A young man whom Angel didn't know very well was the first person to ask her to dance, and she joined him eagerly. The first number never lured many people onto the floor, so they had a lot of room, and she used it. Not since the ill-fated dance with Mike at the neighborhood pub had Angel had a chance to strut her stuff, and she made the most of it. Her superlative dancing ability, her uninhibited movements and, of course, her sexy body combined to make an excellent ice-breaker, and the floor was soon more crowded. Because of the nature of the group in attendance, men frequently danced with men and women with women, and not a single eyebrow was raised. 

Kenny had not been present at the meeting, and he arrived almost half an hour after the dance started. Besides the first young man, Angel had danced with several others, even including her friend, Lizzie. Since they had both decided to refrain from telling anybody about their sexual encounter the previous Friday, their friendship had actually blossomed, and Angel had no qualms about dancing with the lesbian. The encounter had been pleasant, but not really very satisfying for either of them, and they had both decided there would be no repetition. If Angel had ever had any doubts at all, she had none after that evening. She was strictly interested in men. 

Men such as Kenny. Having been lucky enough to arrive during a short break in the music, he had no problems approaching Angel and claiming the next dance with her. It happened to be a slow number, and he held her tightly, while they moved gracefully around the floor. Once again, his hand strayed to her curvaceous ass. She was quite attracted to him, and Angel had no real objection to a little fondling, but she felt the dance floor was too public, and she chided him for his excessive boldness. 

"What about later on, in a more private place," he responded. 

That was as close as he had ever come to propositioning her, or asking for a date, and Angel didn't want to discourage him. "We'll see about that later," she answered, smiling at him provocatively. He accepted her answer as a definite maybe, and kept his hands higher on her back after that. 

Angel had a great time that night, dancing as she hadn't danced for a long time. Kenny was her most frequent partner, but she shared a part of the floor with most of the men there, and even Lizzie again. Having observed her graceful and sexy moves, the person who was in charge of the music that night suggested that the lovely T-girl might want to dance an exhibition for the group. This proposal was greeted with great enthusiasm, and Angel was not hard to persuade. Her hope, and one of the main reasons she was working in London, was to go on stage, as a singer and dancer, and whatever else she might be called on to do. The dance floor at the GLBTA seemed like an excellent place to get a taste of what she wanted as her real career, and to get a reaction from a real audience, friendly though the membership was. 

Her first number was a hard rock song with a very strong beat, and Angel really got into it, her feet twinkling over the floor as her breasts swung and her hips shimmied. It only lasted a few minutes and, when it was done, there were loud calls for "More!", especially from the straight or bisexual men. Kenny was one of the most enthusiastic. The next song selected by the man controlling the music was more of a bump and grind type, and Angel gave her best interpretation of a stripper on a stage, except that she remained fully clothed. It was also greeted with loud enthusiasm. The third and last was a slower rock number by the Beatles, and the sexy young T-girl put everything she had into it. By the time she was done, even some of the primarily gay men found themselves having erotic thoughts about Angel. Everyone congratulated her on her stellar performance, and some even suggested she should turn professional, which was just the kind of reaction the she had hoped for. 

The dance resumed after that, and Angel was even more in demand as a partner. Kenny seemed to have something of an inside track for her attentions, and he made the most of it. When the dance was ending, and "Good Night, Sweetheart" emanated from the speakers, he claimed the privilege of the last dance. As they held each other closely, he brought up their conversation from earlier that evening. 

"Okay, it's later. Are we ready to see about it yet?" 

"See about what?" 

"You told me you didn't want my hands in certain places, such as here," and he reached down and patted Angel's ass as he spoke. "I asked you what if we were in a more private place, and you said you would see later. Well? Is it later enough?" 

Angel smiled at his proposition and, this time, she didn't complain about where his hand had just been. She had never learned to be coy, and the idea of sex with Kenny seemed like an excellent one, and something she would also enjoy, probably at least as much as he would. Angel hadn't done any fucking or anything else since her session with Lizzie's strapon the previous Friday, and her urges were strong. Kenny had a need also, and Angel felt his need as well as hers, because his cock was pressing against her through his pants and her dress. It didn't seem to be fully erect, but it could probably reach that state quite quickly, with the proper stimulation. She shifted her position slightly, so her pubic area pressed against his leg, letting him feel that her clit was in a similar state. Even so, she wanted to know more exactly what he wanted to do. 

"What private place do you have in mind?" 

"My flat." 

That was alright with Angel. If Kenny had said something about the back seat of his automobile, or some other uncomfortable place, she would have rejected that idea and suggested her flat. "That sounds private enough," she responded. 

A few seconds later, the song, the last dance of the evening, ended, but Angel and Kenny continued hugging each other on the dance floor for a few seconds longer. After saying their good nights to their friends, Kenny led her to the parking lot, where Angel was impressed by his big luxury car. Apparently, he was quite well off, she decided. That fact did not hold any great importance for her.

Her impression of his financial status was borne out when they arrived at the block of flats where he lived, and he parked in the basement garage. An elevator took them to the lobby, where the doorman greeted them, addressing Kenny by name, and pushed a button to signal for another elevator to transport them upstairs. On the ride up to his floor, they stood side by side, with their arms around each other, but were otherwise discreet. They were both aware of the surveillance camera, and didn't want to put on a show for any observers who might have been monitoring the lift. Once they were inside his flat, however, all restraints disappeared. Angel had accompanied him there because they wanted to have sex with each other. They were both well aware of that fact, and there would be no coy protestations. 

They embraced warmly, their tongues greeting each other and Kenny's hands caressing Angel's curvy ass. While they were near the front entrance, they did their roaming over her dress, but they both knew his hands would soon be on her bare skin. When the kiss ended, they proceeded, each with an arm around the waist of the other, to his bedroom. Standing by the bed, they kissed again, their tongues entwining even more passionately, and Angel felt his hands fumbling with the zipper on the rear of her dress. 

"Just a minute," she said, and reached back to open the clasp above the zipper. "Okay, now go ahead and unzip me." He was eager to do as she asked. 

With her zipper all the way down, Angel pulled her arms from the sleeves of her dress letting the garment fall to around her flaring hips, where its own snugness held it in place. She was pleased with the way Kenny eyed her well-filled bra, and was aware that he could not be certain whether she wore padding, or had silicone implants, or was completely natural. Angel decided to tease the man a little before letting him find out, and she briefly turned her back to him. 

"Unhook my bra," she instructed Kenny. After he had very gladly done so, Angel turned back so they were face to face again, smiling provocatively, with her hands holding the bra cups in place, with her dress still hanging from her hips. 

She didn't make him wait very long, before flinging her arms out at her sides, including the hand that was holding her bra. Angel didn't announce "Tah-dah", but she might as well have. Kenny was captivated by the succulent breasts before him, and he could see there was nothing ersatz about them. This was especially obvious when she rolled her shoulders, causing the luscious globes to sway and dance. He eagerly reached out for them, and held one in either hand while he leaned forward and started licking her nipples. They were already erect from the sexual fun that Angel had been anticipating all evening with the burly, dark haired man. Kenny was anticipating the same activity, but he had a request he wanted to make first and, although his tongue was immensely enjoying itself by fondling Angel's nipples, he raised his head to make it. 

"You are really beautiful, even more than I expected, Angel, and I am really looking forward to making love with you tonight. But there's something I want to do with you before we do anything else. I want us to take a shower together." 

"A shower together?" This was a new idea to Angel, but she was not at all averse to it, and could see a lot of potential. "Sure. Sounds like fun." 

It sounded like fun to Kenny too, but he had another reason, and he wanted to explain it to the woman who would be sharing the needle spray with him. "It's not that I think you're dirty or anything like that. I just always really love to eat a girl's pussy before doing anything else." 

She understood fully then. Angel was aware that men and lesbians such as Lizzie often like to do that with a woman but, given the other function of her pussy, she would not have expected any man to want to press his tongue or his lips against her there. It would be a new sensation. Angel liked experiencing new sensations, and this one seemed to promise a lot of fun, so she was eager to take a shower with Kenny. She was also aware that there could be other benefits. 

Angel pushed her dress the rest of the way down, picked it up from the floor and carefully hung it over the back of a handy chair. She had taken her shoes off at the door, so she sat on the same chair, removed her stockings and dropped them on the floor, leaving her clad in just her French knickers. Their front bulged with evidence of her arousal at the fun sex she expected to have that night and, she hoped, the next morning with Kenny. 

Although he had been more interested in watching Angel removing her clothing, Kenny had also unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor. When she got up from the chair, he sat down and peeled off his socks, because he had also left his shoes at the front door. Wanting to match her level of nudity, he pulled his pants off and left them on top of his shirt. Clad only in boxer shorts, and displaying the same arousal as Angel, he took her hand and led her to the bathroom. 

While waiting for the shower to warm, they embraced again, letting their tongues renew their own acquaintance. As Kenny's fingers slipped inside the waistband of Angel's knickers and started to pull them down, she unsnapped his boxers, and they fell to the floor, so he could kick them aside. Carefully working the elastic around her erect clit, Kenny pulled the silky garment down around Angel's knees and let it fall the rest of the way. She stepped out of the knickers and her right foot deposited it on top of his shorts. After one more kiss, tightly holding each other's naked bodies, they decided the water was warm enough and stepped into the shower. 

The washing began with Angel scrubbing Kenny's muscular shoulders, and working down to his ass. She was a bit surprised at how toned and muscular he was, but she was not surprised at the scattered body hair on his back. When he had removed his shirt, she had noted the hirsuteness of his chest, which was also something she liked to see on a man. Knowing his intention of carefully washing the insides of her ass cheeks, she did the same for his, and ended by inserting her soapy finger into the hole, partly for fun and partly so he would do the same for her. Kenny chuckled, and then it was his turn to provide her with the same service. 

The soft, smooth skin of Angel's back was a delight to Kenny's hands. She held her hair out of the way while he washed his way down toward the primary reason for being in the shower together. The soap he was using was very mild, having been bought just that day specifically to use on Angel, if and when she came to his flat. Her curvaceous ass was another delight. Kenny had told the truth about his reason for showering together but, as he knew he would, he was also enjoying her nakedness in there with him. After finishing her back and her hips and buttocks, Kenny was ready for the main purpose, and he wanted to do a really thorough job of it. He knelt behind her, and placed his hands on her lovely ass. 

"Bend over and spread your cheeks," he instructed, and was delighted at the vision that met his eyes when she did. 

Her skin there was creamy white and unblemished and surrounded a delicate pink rosebud, one of the most appealing things Kenny had ever seen. He rubbed soap into the washcloth and gently applied it to the area, especially the puckered part around the cute hole. Wondering if Angel felt as good back there as she looked, he lightly caressed her, and found her skin to be soft and smooth, an even greater treat to his fingers than it had been to his eyes. He was really anxious to get his tongue on the delightful place where his finger tips had just explored. And, as Angel had hoped, he inserted his soapy finger and fucked it in and out a few times. 

After carefully rinsing the entire area of her pussy, Kenny washed Angel's legs and feet. The next place to wash was her front, and that was equally wonderful in its own way. Angel could have easily washed her own breasts, but Kenny expected it to be so much fun, he didn't want her to. The delightful globes felt just as good under running water as they had when they had been standing by the bed, and he took longer than he really needed to. He would have been willing to wash her clit and balls, but Angel took the wash cloth and soap from him and did it herself. 

Anxious to get through with the shower and into bed, Angel quickly washed off Kenny's hairy chest, although she did take the time to kiss each of his nipples when she finished with them. She spent longer on his cock, fully erect by then, and impressive in its length and thickness. It looked as if it was bigger than that of George Parker, and she could see he was hung better than Lionel, but his erection was smaller than the strapon Lizzie had used on her. Angel expected to have Kenny's cock in her mouth during some of the cavorting they would be doing, and she knew it would be much better clean than otherwise. After washing and rinsing his balls, they were both clean and naked and, following some quick work with the big, fluffy towels, they were ready for bed, and what they would do for each other there. 

During the brand new experience of having her pussy meticulously washed by a man, Angel had experienced some thrills that were well beyond her still rather limited sexual adventures. "If his soapy fingers had felt that good, how much better must his tongue be?" was her thought. She could hardly wait to find out and, after Kenny had prepared it by pulling back all the coverings except the clean fitted sheet, Angel eagerly climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. He was just as eager, and mounted the bed right behind her. 

Her pussy wasn't the only part of her body that would be enjoying the attentions of Kenny's mouth, nor would Angel have wanted it to be. The first other part was her mouth, as the naked pair embraced, and pressed their lips together, letting the two tongues renew their acquaintance. He was a very aggressive kisser, and seemed to be an aggressive lover, just the kind of man Angel liked, especially when she was as eager and as sexually ready as she had become during the course of the evening. 




Angel Ch. 04



“Where do you want it?” he asked.

“In me!” I screamed back. “Cum inside me Josh. I want to feel you cum in me!”

“Good girl.” He said, fucking me harder that I thought was possible. “Yes, here is comes baby, here it comes!” With a final thrust, he buried his cock deep into my pussy and I felt the hot seed spill inside me. With my legs still wrapped around him, his cumming put me over the edge. As my second orgasm griped me, my pussy tightened against his still hard cock. I shuddered, feeling the release. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked into Josh’s.

“Fuck Angel,” Josh started, “You haven’t changed a bit. Still a fucking devil in bed.”

I glanced back at him and smiled. “You taught me everything I know Josh.” Kissing him I unwound my legs from his waist and he set me down easily. On shaky legs, I walked back to the hay bale and reached for my clothes. Josh did the same, but not before looking at his watch.

“Its late.” He said matter of factly.

“I know.” I pulled my shirt over my head and stood. “I need to get back.” I waited to see what he would say.

“Look Angel, I don’t want this to end. I need to be with you again.” He paused to put on his sandals. “I’ll come by the house tomorrow for dinner again, because your mom invited us, and I will talk to you then. I’ll have something set up. Will you do it? Meet me again?” I felt my swollen lips and my pussy throb at the thought of fucking Josh again and I nodded.

“Good. Until then.” He said walking over to me and kissing me hard. Breaking away from the kiss, he walked away from the barn and began the short jog to the other side of the woods. I hated to see him go, but I knew, and so did he, that if he did stay longer, we would end up on the floor of the barn this time. I sighed, and headed in the other direction to the worn path.

It only took me 10 minutes to make it to the back door, and I entered quietly so I didn’t wake anyone. I tiptoed up the stairs to my old room, but before I went to bed I wanted to make sure Johanna was okay. I didn’t see a light. I turned the door handle and opened it a crack. In bed I made out Johanna’s long hair trailing down her back. 

With widening eyes I realized she was in the throes of passion, riding a cock hard and fast, trying to be quite, and only just moaning loud enough for her partner to hear. Who in the world does Jo know in PA that she would have sneaked in to fuck? I thought.

My answer was obvious when her partner half sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist, drawing her in closer, in order to penetrate deeply into her body. Thrusting upwards, my little brother had no idea I was watching him fuck my best friend.



Angel Ch. 05



Closing the door softly behind me, I snuck back to my room and pulled off my damp clothes. I walked to the attached bathroom and began to run the shower. My body was still so warm from the walk and the sex that I kept the water cool rather than hot. I stepped into the stream and let my head drop back, feeling the weight of my hair being soaked by the spray.

I touched my lips with my finger, feeling their slightly puffy fullness. The thought of Josh kissing me again, made me tingle with the anticipation of our next meeting. I washed my hair and lathered my loufha with vanilla scented soap and scrubbed my body. It had been a really long night, and I felt completely drained. 

I rinsed and grabbed the towel from the rack, flipping my hair over to wrap it up snuggly. I dried the rest of my body with another towel and hung it on the back of the door before going back into my room. As I opened the bathroom door I saw Johanna come in through the door and close it softly behind her. She stopped when she saw me coming out of the bathroom.

“Oh!” she said in surprise. “I didn’t think you were back yet.”

“Yup. Got in a few minutes ago.”
”Oh.” Jo said quietly. “Well, how was it? What happened?”

“I’ll give you all the details tomorrow, but I am really tired now.” I climbed into my bed, feeling the cool sheets against my skin. I glanced at Jo as she took off a towel that was around her and climbed into bed next to me.

“Yeah, me too.” She said.

“However,” I started, “I’d much rather hear why you were fucking my brother.” Jo lie still for a second and let out a breath.

“I wasn’t sure if you saw or not.”
”Yeah. I saw.”

“Um, well, it didn’t really mean to go that far. I mean, I was supposed to stay in your brother’s room and he was supposed to sleep in the den, that’s what your mom said anyway. I came up here to help him get some of his things. One thing led to another and, well, you saw the rest.”

“I guess.” I said, knowing she wanted to say more, but was afraid to go on. “Do you want to talk about it?” I sighed as I saw her smile brightly in the low light of the moon.

“Well, I do, but seeing that he is your brother…” Jo trailed off, not wanting to upset me. 

“Okay,” I said, sighing again. “Tell me all about it.” I figured that at least I could sleep in tomorrow, so staying up this late wasn’t a big deal. 

“Well, after you left I helped myself to that huge bathtub up the hall. I soaked for a while, enjoying the bubbles and that scented stuff that was on the shelf. I waited until I was just pruney that my fingers were wrinkled, ya know.” For a few moments, Johanna was lost in thought, thinking back to those moments when Brian starting hitting on her. She smiled in the dark, remembering how it all started. She settled under the covers and continued.

****

Johanna wiped the fog from the mirror and peered at her reflection. Scrubbed, splotchy and hot, she thought of herself as unattractive at the moment. Her hair was wet, and sticking to her back. Glancing around she cussed.

“Damnit. I forgot a towel.” Looking under the sink and on the shelf next to the stand up shower, she didn’t find anything she could use to dry off with. Looking at her dirty clothes, the thought of putting them back on made her skin crawl. Biting her lip, she thought of what to do. Finally deciding that she was going to get a towel one way or the other, she opened the door to the hall a crack. 

The cold air rushed in, and the sudden change in temperature made Johanna’s nipples harden and gooseflesh break across her skin. Darting her eyes in each direction to make sure the coast was clear, Johanna tiptoed into the hall and down to the first floor. Since it was almost past midnight and she had already heard Angel’s parents go to bed, she figured she was safe until she found the towels. Making her way to the first floor bathroom, she opened the door to the small closet next to it, but only found toilet paper and some cleaning supplies. 

Closing the door, she nearly screamed when she saw Brian, Angel’s younger brother standing on the other side.

“Jesus Christ!” she hissed, holding her hand to her heart. “You gave me a fucking heart attack!”

Brian smiled, trying to keep a straight face and his eyes directed to hers.

“What are you doing sneaking around our house naked?” He asked, keeping his gaze steady. Johanna, now realizing she was naked in front of him, opened the closet door again and poked her head around it, using it as a shield to cover her body. She smiled sheepishly and blushed.

“I, uh, couldn’t find a towel.”

“My parents never keep towels in that hall bath, since we all have our own bathrooms attached to each of our rooms.” He paused. “There are some in the basement. Do you want me to get one for you?” 

“ I can get it myself." She snapped. "Where is the basement?”

“Through the kitchen to the left.” Brian said, pointing.

“Thanks.” She turned to go, but then asked, “So, why are you down here? Hear a monster under your bed?”

“I’m not 8 you know. I turned 18 last month. And for your information, my parents told me to help you with anything you needed. To get anything if you asked for something.” He smiled brighter. “And when I saw you leave the bathroom, I figured you needed a towel.” 

Jo thought about this for a second, and smiled. "I didn't think anyone was around."

"There wasn't." Brian said smiling, "That’s why I followed you. I'll get you a towel." He turned and headed towards the kitchen and then the basement door open. Moments later he returned with a towel. It looked to Jo like a half of a towel.

"Um, what is this?" she asked holding it up.

"A towel."

"Duh." She paused, looking at the small size of it. "Fine, just turn around." As soon as Brian turned his back to her, she wrapped the towel around herself and although it was 2 sizes to small, and she had to wrap it to the side to avoid being completely exposed in the front. Tucking it in under her arm, she pushed her damp hair from her eyes and placed a hand on her hip.

"Anything else, or are you just going to stand there and stare?" Johanna asked.

"Well, you are supposed to sleep in my room and I have to sleep on the couch in the den. The least you can do is help me bring down my things." Brian said heading towards the stairs.

"Can't you do that yourself? I mean, you just told me you’re a big boy, why do you need my help?"

Not getting an answer and pissed he ignored her, she stubbornly stomped after him. Peaking the stairs, she followed him into his room, where he was methodically grabbing pillows and blankets. Jo stood there with her hands on her hips, looking into the room.

“Can you grab that pillow? The one on the other side of the bed?” Brian asked, juggling the other items in his hands. Sighing, Jo walked across the large room to the bed and leaned over to grab the pillow. As soon as she did so, Jo felt the towel being snapped from her body. Standing up straight quick, she turned on Brian.

“What the hell?” she hissed at him, not wanting to raise her voice and have Angels parents awaken to find their daughters guest, naked in their sons room; an impression Johanna didn’t want them to have.

“Well, I was just thinking that since I already have seen you naked, there is no reason for you to wear that towel. Especially since we are alone.” He said this while nodding to the door, and Jo realized he must have closed it before he snatched her towel. He looked back and smiled at her.

Johanna stood for a minute, playing pack the last few minutes and smiled. It dawned on her that Brian was playing a game. A game that has him standing in the middle of his room with an erection tenting his boxers. 

“Well then,” Johanna said, “Why should I be naked by myself?” she raised an eyebrow in Brian’s direction. Smiling, Jo knew what she was doing and what he wanted to do. While waiting for an answer, she walked over to him and placed her hand on the side of his face. “Well? Are you going to get naked?”

“I will eventually,” he said wrapping an arm around her waist. “For now, I want to make you mine.” Brian walked her backwards to the bed, causing her to sit on the edge of the bed. Johanna leaned back on her hands.

“Is that a fact?”

“Indeed.” He said, leaning her back and crawling over her. He kissed her fast, baiting her to kiss back. Brian looked into her eyes and kissed her again with a look of purely animalistic sensuality. Taking her hands he raised them above her head, kissing her deeply. He trailed the hard kisses down her neck to her breast and took a nipple into his mouth.

Johanna was shocked at the young mans strength and his nerve to treat her so roughly. Biting the nipple, he tugged at it, pulling the eraser like tips upwards. Johanna was excited by the situation and arched into him. She felt his hand come around to her back, lifting her partly off the bed. The kissing grew feverish and deep and Jo ran her fingers through his thick head of hair.

Jo pulled away, looking at Brian. “Well, I don’t think that I have even been with someone so young.”

Brian, panting looking devilish smiled. “Trust me, I’m not young where it counts Johanna.”

“That’s good to know. However, I think I need to see for myself.” She said, grabbing between her and Brian, feeling his cock.

Standing, Brian removed his boxers and t-shirt and Jo saw that he wasn’t kidding about his size. Feeling the juices starting to flow, she slid a finger down to her cunt and rubbed it in circles. Brian’s built body was cut from years of football and baseball in high school. Now in college, his body had reached its peak and he stood tall in front of Johanna with his prick at attention. However, he had other plans before diving into her pussy.

Walking over to the bed, he kneeled in front of her, running his hands from her ankles to her knees to the inside of her thighs. He touched the sensitive crease where her legs met her torso. Jo giggled, spreading her legs wider for him to access her. Leaning over he placed his face close to her pussy and inhaled deeply. 

“You smell so good,” Brian said moving his lips over her cunt. “I want to taste you.”

“Yes, Brian.” Johanna said, instinctively holding the top of his head. Sliding closer, he dipped his tongue into her hole, and he heard her intake of breath. Slipping his mouth lower, he drug his tongue from her anus to her clit and back down to probe her deeper. The stubble of his chin scraped across her trimmed bush, making her squeal. 

Holding onto her thighs from the under her legs and around to her front, he held the lips of her pussy open to better allow access for his tongue. He scooted her down closer to the end of the bed, mashing his face against her. Johanna writhed and grinded loving the feeling of his mouth on her. Her passion rose, and she could feel the orgasm building inside her.

“Oh god,” Johanna said, pushing his head down. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!”

Brian worked faster, spreading and probing his tongue deep into her cunt. He sucked the clit into his mouth, biting it lightly. Jo arched each time, feeling the roll of the orgasm go up and down like a coaster. The heat was hot in her belly and when it released, Brian was there to take every drop of her juice. 

Johanna lay still, her eyes closed feeling her pussy twitch with the aftermath of cumming. She smiled liquidly, touching her aroused nipples. Brian stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, glancing down at Johanna. He grinned and a strand of his hair fell into his face. With one hand he stroked his cock and the other he used to massage his balls. Johanna reached up to him, motioning him to her. He crawled over her, positioning himself just inside her legs.

“Do you have protection?” Jo asked reaching for Brian’s dick. He paused, but reluctantly reached to the nightstand next to the bed. He pulled out a Trojan and easily opened the package and slid the condom onto his dick. Getting back to the matter at hand, he again positioned himself for entry into Johanna’s tight pussy. Placing his hand on either side of her head, he allowed her to guide him into the tight hole. Johanna winced at the size of Brian’s cock but it felt delicious when the full 9 inches settled into her.

Brian began pulsing into her, slowly at first, but increased to meet Johanna’s vocal commands. She wrapped her legs around his back, her ankles settling above his ass. She arched to meet each of his thrusts, grabbing his back as if to try and make him go deeper. She moaned lightly, biting into Brian’s shoulder to keep quite. 

“Fuck me harder,” Johanna whispered into Brian’s ear. “Fuck me harder little boy.”

“How. Many. Times. Do. I. Have. To. Tell. You. I. Am. Not. A. Little. Boy!” Brian said enunciating each word to match each of his hard deep jabs.

“Fuck yeah,” Johanna said in response. “Fuck me like a man, Brian. Fuck the shit out of me!” She held onto his back, crushing her breasts to his chest. He pounded into her over and over, slapping his balls against her ass with each hit. Her eyes we wild and heated, screaming his name in a whisper, telling him all the dirty things she wanted done to her. Before he blew his load into her, he wanted her to ride his cock. He wanted her big titties to bounce in his face while she rode him to orgasm. 

He rolled her over, placing her on top of his cock, and bounced her up and down, keeping his hands on her hips to guide him. As she fucked him, Brian thought of his girlfriend Lacey. Although Lacey sucked his cock like a pro, Johanna fucked like she was born to do it. She knew how to move her body to hit just the right spot and knew when to slow and when to speed up. The experience with Johanna was one he never had before.

Brian rammed into her again, forcing his dick deeper into her hot tight hole. He leaned forward, half sitting and wrapped his arms around her waist. He forced her down on his cock at the same time forcing himself deep. She held onto his head, forcing his mouth to her tities. They bounced up and down, and as he bit the nipple she moaned.

“Cum with me Brian. I want to cum around your cock.” Johanna said bearing down.

“Yeah baby,” He said deeply, “I’m gonna blow my load into your tight cunt. How about that? You want my cum huh?”

“Yes Brian, cum in me!”

Jabbing one final time, Brian released the load and felt his balls tighten with the let loose of the cream. Johanna stayed still for a moment, feeling the pulsing of her pussy around his cock. Eventually he lay back on the pillow and Johanna slid off Brian and onto the bed next to him.

“Wow.” She said, “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Told you I wasn’t fucking around.” Brian said conceitedly.

“Until just now I wasn’t so sure.” She paused, and cocked her head to the side. “Shit, I think Angel is home.”

Brian jumped up, ripping the condom off his cock and walking to the bathroom. He turned back and said, “Do you think she heard?”

“I don’t think so. The shower just came on.”

“Shit.” He said pulling a new pair of boxers from the drawer. “Don’t tell her about this. I am not sure how she will take it. She has always been over protective of me.”

Johanna giggled while she picked up her towel and rewrapped it around her body. “If she asks, I’ll tell her. Besides, I don’t think she will really care that much.”

“Whatever. Just remember that I have to be her brother for the rest of my life.”

Jo walked to Brian and kissed him deeply. “Lets do this again real soon okay? And leave Angel to me.” She turned away and slid out the door, leaving Brian collapsing on the bed, sore and weary. Johanna opened the door into the room next door as Angel stepped out of the bathroom.

“And that is pretty much it.” Johanna said in Angel’s direction. She pulled the covers up to her neck and snuggled in deeply.

“Well, just be careful with him.” I said with a sigh. The last thing I needed was to worry about my brother.

“I will Angel.” Jo said, closing her eyes. I glanced at the clock and it glowed 4:16. I closed my eyes as well and drifted off to sleep. It wasn’t until 11 the next morning when I was awoken by the doorbell.



Angel Ch. 05



Chapter 5: A T-girl's Sex Life

On Monday morning, Angel Jones woke up smiling and with a feeling of well-being. She was still feeling the effects of the great sex that she enjoyed Friday night and Saturday morning, and the plaudits of the people at the Friday dance at the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgendered Association. She was also enthusiastic about her job, and wanted to do as good a job as she could at the bank. When she arrived there, a few minutes earlier than usual, the guard recognized her and let her in. 

"Good morning, Miss. Jones," he greeted her, his right hand touching his forehead in salute. 

"Good morning, Constable McGowan." 

The guard was a former police constable, who had retired after 25 years of public service. He was about 50 years old, big and solidly built, and his presence in the bank gave Angel a strong feeling of security. She also liked the man personally, and she knew he was quite attracted to her. He had never said or done anything the least bit flirtatious, but she was aware of the many admiring looks he had sent her way. If it weren't for the fact that he was a coworker, she would have even been sexually attracted to him, because he was exactly the type of man she favored. 

That day was quite routine, as were the next three days. Her evenings through Wednesday, were also spent in much the usual way, at the GLBTA, but Lizzie drove her straight home from the meetings each evening. On Thursday night, when Angel disembarked from the bus and walked to the door of her building, the wonderful sexual experiences on the preceding Friday night and Saturday morning had faded to an extremely pleasant memory. There had been nothing since then, and she was starting to become quite horny. Lionel was in the lobby, and Angel wondered whether or not he would want to join her in her flat to alleviate that condition. She approached him with a smile on her face, and he smiled back at her. 

"Hello, Angel. I've got some news for you," he greeted his beautiful friend. 

"Hello, Lionel. I'd love to hear it, but I don't have time to listen right now. Why don't you come up to my flat and tell me about it? I have something in the bedroom that wants your attention anyhow." 

From the way she was smiling and from her choice of words, Lionel knew what she meant. "Let me just sign out here, Angel, and I will ride up on the lift with you. I will be more than happy to take care of what is needed in your bedroom." 

Knowing about the video cassette recorders, they stood on opposite sides of the lift cab during the ride up to Angel's floor, and were equally circumspect while walking down the hallway to her flat. Once inside with the door locked, however, they started doing what they had gone there for, beginning with a warm embrace and long kiss. When they broke it off, Lionel sat down to untie his shoes and removed them and his socks, while Angel hung up her coat and kicked off her pumps. They resumed hugging, with their tongues caressing each other, while they sidled into Angel's bed-sitting room. The embrace ended only when they were standing next to her bed, and she was unbuttoning Lionel's shirt. 

While Angel's fingers were busy, his were also, with the buttons on her blazer and, when those were loosened, with the ones on her blouse. She finished first, and Lionel turned around so his shirt could be removed and tossed onto the bed. He removed her jacket and hung it over a chair that sat across from the bed, and finished what he had started doing with her blouse. When she turned around to let him remove it and hang it over the same chair, he unhooked Angel's bra. Sometimes she teases a bit, and makes men wait to see her breasts, and nobody has complained, because they are well worth the few second's wait, but that was not one of those times. After draping the bra on top of her other clothing, Angel turned around, thrusting out her succulent breasts, making them fully available to pleasure Lionel's eyes, hands and mouth. 

They were truly a delight to all three, and he cupped them in either hand, and started licking one of Angel's nipples, noting how it quickly became erect under his ministrations. There was most definitely something in her bedroom that wanted his attention, and he provided it diligently. While he held her luscious breasts and switched his tongue back and forth, both nipples became fully rigid. Angel stopped him from going any further until they both got more comfortable. 

"I love what you're doing, Lionel, but let me lie down so you can do it even better." Before lying down, Angel unbuttoned, unzipped and stepped out of her skirt, hanging it on the chair with her other clothing. 

Wearing only her knickers and stockings, she lay on her back on the bed. Lionel immediately joined her, and bent over to resume worshipping her luscious breasts. Once again, he held one of the beautiful twins in either of his hands and licked their nipples, alternating between the erect, pink nubbins. Pleasure gushed forth from her nipples to flow through Angel's body. It became even better when Lionel drew one of the delectable globes into his mouth and started sucking on it, while his tongue continued to caress the hard nipple and the surrounding areola. Once again, he switched his attentions between the succulent orbs while Angel's upper body writhed on the bed. As much fun as he was having, and as he knew she was having, Lionel knew from the way her clit was stretching her knickers that it was time to move on to even more delightful activities. 

After he had pulled that garment down and off, leaving Angel clad in only her stockings, she grinned at him lasciviously. "You know where the condoms and the Aqualube are, don't you," she asked him. 

He nodded his head and, while he was retrieving them from the top drawer of the chest in the corner, Angel piled up both pillows. She got to her hands and knees, with the small pile under her waist, and reached back to spread her ass cheeks. While she waited for him, Lionel removed his pants and Y-fronts and rolled a condom onto his erect cock. With that part of his preparations complete, he removed the cap from the plastic bottle and placed the neck against her adorable pink pussy. After twisting it back and forth, making a slight penetration, he squeezed in a big glob of the lubricant. 

Angel murmured happily when she felt its coolness gushing into her pussy, and even more happily as Lionel's finger entered her and spread it evenly all around the inside. When he was through preparing her pussy, Angel got onto her back, her legs spread wide apart and her hips resting on the pillows. She watched Lionel as he coated his cock with the Aqualube and wiped the excess from his hands and fingers. He was kneeling, and he moved forward on his knees, his cock aimed at the hole he had just lubricated. 

Reaching her arms under her body, Angel spread her cheeks again, and shivered with delight when she felt the blunt tip of Lionel's cock pressing against her. He moved it up and down, and she moved her finger tips closer together to create a larger hole for him. He gave a firm push, and the head of his cock wedged its way into the place where he and Angel wanted it. She moaned blissfully at the burst of pleasure that radiated out from where she was being forced open, and Lionel sighed happily when he felt her ring of muscle squeezing the head of his cock. They stayed that way for a few seconds, letting the intense pleasure wash over both their bodies, before he thrust forward again, driving in almost an inch of his hard shaft. 

That was what Angel wanted, except she wanted more, every inch of Lionel's cock that he had to give her. She smiled encouragement at him, and continued holding herself open, while her body squirmed on the bed in front of him. "Oh, God, that's good," she murmured. 

Lionel responded by driving in more of his hard shaft. Angel's pussy was tight enough and he had penetrated her deeply enough that he no longer needed to guide his cock, so he reached under her legs to raise them. When Angel's ankles rested against his shoulders, he noted that she had not removed her stockings, and he enjoyed the added sensation of the fabric against his skin. The palms of his hands were placed, naturally, on her thighs, for leverage and to enjoy her supple skin and firm flesh. Pressing there, and thrusting forward again, he drove almost two more inches of his shaft into Angel's pussy. Her tightness, and the way her whole body was writhing under him added to the thrills of pleasure that rippled through him from his cock as she massaged it with her movements. 

The lovely T-girl was feeling multiple thrills of her own. She enjoyed the fabric of her sheer, silky stockings as it rubbed against the soft skin of her thighs. Much more than that, she loved the way Lionel's thick shaft stretched the opening to her pussy with every stroke, sending pleasure rocketing through her body. As it plunged in more deeply, it expanded her channel, and another kind of delight radiated out from its presence. The best part was when the head of Lionel's cock massaged her rear clit as he drove it into her and again when he drew back. Bliss throbbed through her whole body from all three places as well as from the skin of her thighs. Her clit was fully erect and, when she wanted him to, Lionel would stroke her there until they both climaxed. 

But they were both having so much fun, they hoped that wouldn't happen for a long time. The next time Angel felt Lionel's cock surging into her pussy, she fucked back to meet it, multiplying the pleasure for both of them. His shaft was almost all the way inside her, and every thrust drove it even deeper, sending waves of intense pleasure crashing through her body. 

"Oh, I love that, Lionel," she murmured. "It gets better and better every time." 

He smiled down at the beautiful T-girl. "I'm glad, because it gets better for me too." 

It continued better for both of them. Neither was in any hurry, and they both wanted to enjoy their fucking as much as they could and for as long a time as they could. Lionel drove his cock in and out of his sexy partner's pussy, and she matched his slow pace. As Angel looked up at his happy, smiling face, she drew pleasure from that too, glad that she could give her friend so much joy while receiving so much from him. She smiled at him and tilted her head back against the mattress. 

For a long time, they fucked like that, with both of them feeling their pleasure mounting toward ecstasy. Finally, Angel felt her clit throbbing, and knew she was almost ready to climax. "I'm almost ready to cum. Can you play with my clit?" she asked, not expecting a refusal. 

She didn't get one. "I'm almost ready too, Angel." Lionel reached out his right hand and started gently stroking her clit. When he began, his cock and his hand moved at the same, slow pace, and he gradually increased them both. 

"Ah!" Ah!" Angel murmured. "Oh, yes! Oh, my God, that feels good." 

It felt more than good; it felt wonderful. Lionel's cock, every time it surged into her pussy, stretched the opening, sending out swirls of bliss. It delightfully expanded the attached channel, and more waves flooded her body from its presence deep inside her. However, the best thing his cock was doing was massaging Angel's rear clit with every stroke, as it plunged into her pussy and again as he drew it back out. Even more indescribable pleasure reverberated throughout her body from his soft hand gently but rapidly stroking her clit. Angel babbled and moaned as she thrashed back and forth on the bed, ramming her pussy against Lionel as she fucked back to meet his strokes. She could feel her climax welling up, seeming to arise from her entire body, even her toes and fingers, to concentrate in her groin. 

Lionel knew his friend was on the verge of cumming, and that he would climax at the same time. Faster and faster, he thrust his cock in and out of Angel's pussy, and stroked her clit, while his pleasure built up as a volcano about to erupt. He could feel it with every nerve in his body, but he wanted Angel to scum first. 

He got his wish. "Ahhh!" she cried ecstatically, as her back arched and she climaxed. Semen spurted from her clit to cover Lionel's hand, which continued pumping her, inducing three more strong ejaculations. 

His climax was less dramatic. "Oooooo," he moaned as he started to cum, spurting semen into his condom. His hand and his cock continued pleasuring Angel, as she and he ejaculated again and again, until they were through. 

Knowing he would need to lie down, Lionel slowly collapsed onto the side of the bed nearest the wall. Angel took the pillows from under her hips and slid over to give him room, still keeping his cock buried in her pussy. She slipped one pillow under his head and one under her own. They lay side by side for a few minutes, smiling at each other and enjoying the glow of their great mutual and simultaneous orgasms. His cock softened and slipped out of her, releasing a gush of the liquefied Aqualube from her pussy. 

Angel remembered something then. "You said you had some news for me. Good news, I hope." 

"Well, yes and no. The good news is that I am being promoted to head the maintenance department in a bigger block of flats. The bad news, the really bad news, is that it'll be on the south side of town, and we won't see each other much, if at all." 

"Oh, Lionel! I'll really miss you, but congratulations." 

Angel was completely sincere. She would miss her friend, and considered herself to still owe him a great deal. When she had most needed it, he had restored her confidence in herself as a person and as a woman, and she would always be grateful for that. She was well aware the fucking they had done, which had proven her desirability, was a highly enjoyable experience for him also, but that didn't dilute her gratitude. Although she would miss the great sex they had been sharing, including that evening, she really was happy for his promotion, and wanted him to know it. 

"How soon will you be leaving? 

"That's the bad part. They want me to go there tomorrow. I wish it wasn't such short notice, but there's not much I can do about it." 

Without being told, Angel realized that day would probably be their last sexual meeting. It had already been great, but she wanted to do something for him to make it even better, and she knew exactly how to do that. 

"Well, since this might very well be our last time together, I want to make it special for you. And for me too. Roll onto your back." 

When Lionel did as she asked, Angel sat up and got to her knees beside him. His cock had almost completely softened, and she carefully pulled his condom off and set it on a corner of the bed as far away from them as she could reach. With that out of the way, her mouth went to Lionel's cock, and using only her tongue, she pulled it into her mouth. It was flaccid enough that she was able to get the entire length inside, and she enjoyed the way his pubic hair tickled her lips and nose. Even more, she enjoyed the taste of his cum that covered the outside and was still oozing out through the slit in the end. 

After several minutes of swirling the limp morsel around in her mouth, and sucking all the semen off the surface, Angel was gratified when she felt it starting to stiffen. She glanced sideways at Lionel, and it made her heart feel good to see the smile on his face, and how he had his eyes closed as his head luxuriated in the pillow. Angel continued her efforts, reveling in the way his cock straightened out and became longer and harder in her mouth. She felt especially elated at the way the head, even after it had become almost hard, pressed against the back of her mouth without even coming close to triggering her gag reflex. 

Although not fully erect, it was stiff enough to start stroking with her mouth, and Angel shifted her body to help her take it in as far as she could. On the previous Saturday, Kenny had told her how much he loved watching her suck his cock, so she swept her hair out of the way to give Lionel the same view. Her position would also give her friend a chance to reach out and fondle her hips and pussy and maybe even play with her clit, once it was hard enough. She hoped he would, but her main concern was giving him the most fun she could, as sort of a going-away gift. With that in mind, Angel slowly moved her head up and down, caressing his shaft between her lips and laving his cock with her tongue. Feeling his cock going in and out of her mouth was fun, but feeling it getting harder as she sucked on it made everything so much better. 

Everything that Angel was doing was great for Lionel too. At his age, he was surprised that his cock would get that hard so soon after cumming. He attributed it, correctly, to the lovely T-girl who was sucking on it so well and so enthusiastically. Angel knelt on the bed beside him, and he noticed she had considerately brushed her long, blonde hair out of the way, so he could watch her bobbing her head and taking his cock in and out of her pretty mouth. Her breasts were also swaying gently as she moved, truly a treat to his eyes. Angel's long, shapely leg was near him, and he reached up and began stroking her thigh, and letting his hand wander up to her succulent ass cheek. She still wore her stocking, but the sensation of that texture added to his pleasure. The firm, but totally female flesh under the silky fabric was one of the best things his hand had ever felt. Of course, what Angel was doing to his cock was the best of all. The blow job she was giving him was already the best he had ever been given, except maybe for the first time with her, and he wasn't even close to cumming yet. He nestled his head into his pillow and settled in to enjoy every aspect. 

By that time, his cock was almost as hard as it had been the first time Angel sucked him off. It felt good in her mouth, maybe even better than it had done that time. Knowing it would very likely be the last time they would have sex together, she sucked on it slowly, wanting to make it last a long time. 

She succeeded for almost half an hour and, by that time, her clit was as hard as the cock that was going in and out of her mouth. Although his whole body was squirming on the bed as he approached ecstasy, Lionel noticed its stiffness. Wanting to reciprocate, he started stroking her clit in the same tempo as Angel was using to envelop his cock in her mouth. For a few more minutes they continued, until Lionel felt his climax welling up inside him, like a fountain. 

"I'm going to cum, Angel." 

She sucked harder and faster, taking his cock deep within her mouth, until she felt it starting to throb. Angel tightened her lips and positioned her tongue to catch Lionel's semen when he began ejaculating. Seconds later, he started, gushing his cum into her mouth, where she caught it where she wanted, and relished the flavor. She rubbed her tongue against the inside of her mouth to scrape it off, but didn't swallow, and continued sucking. A few seconds later, Angel was rewarded by the second glob of the viscous fluid, which was as delicious as the first had been, and removed it from her tongue the same way. The third spurt was the smallest, and she left that one where it had landed. 

When Angel was sure no more would be forthcoming, she took Lionel's cock out of her mouth and swirled his semen around, relishing the taste and texture, before swallowing it. There was another drop oozing out of the slit on the end, and she licked that off too, wanting to get it all, before squeezing his entire shaft and catching everything on her tongue. After enjoying that residue to the maximum, Angel swallowed it and licked all over Lionel's softening cock. 

While he was cumming, Lionel had stopped stroking Angel's clit, but while she was licking him off, he started again. After another minute, he felt it throbbing in his hand, and pumped faster, until a stream of her cum shot out the end. He kept stroking, until Angel had ejaculated twice more, and he was sure she was done. The T-girl was also certain she was through cumming, and lay back down on the bed, where the two good friends cuddled together for a few more minutes, before Lionel had to get up and go back to work. Their final sexual encounter had been great, and they both knew they would miss each other. 




Angel Ch. 06



By the time I woke up, the sun was already streaming through the widows. I heard the front door open and my mothers voice welcoming Diane into the house. A few minutes later I heard the teakettle squealing and the clink of a spoon against a cup. Their laughter peeled up from the foyer and I glanced over at Johanna who was breathing deeply. I slid out of bed quietly trying not to disturb her. 

I stretched tall, pulling my arms over my head, pointing my breasts out. The cool air in the room was pleasant, and I slid my old robe from the closet and slipped it on. I tied the waist and shook Jo.

“Hmm?” She said sleepily, turning in the direction I was tapping her.

“I’m going downstairs for breakfast.” I went to the door and opened it. “Come down in a few minutes. We get to go shopping!” I heard her mumble a response, and I padded down the stairs to the kitchen. My moms face lit up when I walked in and seated myself at the table. She smiled at me and passed me a cup of hot water.

“I’m so glad to have you back Angel.” She said passing me the box of herbal tea. “It’s been awhile since we sat and had tea.” I smiled and sipped the tea after dumping 2 scoops of sugar into it. 

“Mmm. That’s good.” I said, setting the cup in the saucer. I wanted to avoid getting sentimental with my mother because it never seemed to end. Ever. Instead I turned to Diane and asked her what was on the agenda for the day. She was dressed for the outing in a pantsuit, which was reliable with the cool spring weather.

“Well, first I thought we would go to Overview Mall and hit Macy’s, Hecht’s and Lord and Taylor. After that, I thought it would be fun to visit the spa and get manicures and facials. What do you think?” 

Diane smiled brightly, glad to have the opportunity to spoil girls once in awhile since her family consisted of 4 boys, Josh being the youngest. She never had the chance to play dress up with a daughter. Angel didn’t mind the attention her mother’s best friend paid her, and although her mother was quite capable of doing these things with her, she knew how much it meant to Diane. Moments later a disheveled looking Johanna made an entrance in the kitchen, wearing boxers, a tank top and an open long sleeved shirt.

“Good morning all.” She said cheerfully plopping into the chair opposite me. She poured a cup of tea for herself and mulled over the choices in the box. Exactly 2 minutes later Brian walked in, and looking just as tousled as Johanna, went directly to the cupboard and retrieved a bowl and then the box of cereal on the pantry shelf. I glanced between them and in a flash I knew where Johanna had gotten the boxers.

“Johanna dear,” My mother said, passing the milk to her. “I hope the towels I left for you in the bathroom were okay. They were fresh from the dryer.”

Johannes head whipped up in mid sip, and glanced at Brian. He sat obliviously scooping the cereal into his mouth. I wasn’t sure what the exchange was about, but I made a note to ask Johanna about it.

“The were fine, Mrs. Freeman. Just fine.” She said, smiling sweetly. “So, what’s the plan of action today?”

“Well, Mrs. Hart is - “

“Call me Diane, Angel. You too Johanna. We are all friends and you are adults now.”

“Diane is taking us to the mall for some shopping and then to the spa for facials.” I said, standing and taking my cup to the sink. The clock on the wall was nearing 12, and I knew it was going to be a long day.

Jo, following my lead and took her cup to the sink as well. We made our way from the kitchen and back upstairs into my room. We striped our breakfast clothes and rummaged through our suitcases for something suitable to wear. Once dressed, we thundered back down stairs to the foyer and like children we waited at the front door for Diane to get her car keys.

The early afternoon was comfortable and warm with an early spring breeze. The evening would call for a sweater, but for now the sun was shining and bright. Diane’s Lexus SUV was shiny and the black paint reflected the trees overhead. I took the front seat while Johanna hauled herself into the back. On the way to the mall Diane updated me on her boys and the new grandson she had. She talked excitedly of Josh and Emily’s baby, wishing it would be a girl, so that she can finally have a female to spoil.

“You know, there are only 2 girls on Jack’s side of the family,” Diane said about her husband. “His cousin Mary and his niece Ashley. It would be nice to have another girl in the family.” Diane was concentrating on driving and she hopefully didn’t notice the wince I made when she talked about Josh. I sighed.

“So, Johanna.” Diane said glancing in the review mirror. “Where were you born dear?” 

“Actually, I was born in Montana and my mom and dad divorced when I was 8. I moved with my mom to Virginia and when I turned 18 I moved out. A year ago I moved to Baltimore where I met Angel, and we work together now.” Johanna smiled, tugging on a small piece of my hair. I smiled back, sharing our small secret.

Normally Johanna is really shy about her family, mostly because they were poor and she wasn’t treated well by her mother or her mother’s various boyfriends after the divorce. Jo only talked when she wanted to and once in awhile she would open up and talk about her past and her childhood.

“How nice dear,” Diane said absentmindedly pulling into the large parking complex at the mall. Her attention was now on finding a parking space rather than continuing the conversation with Johanna. I shrugged to her and smiled again.

For the next 4 hours Johanna and I were marched from store to store, trying on an assortment of clothes, accessories and jewelry. My feet were killing me by the time we made it to the car and the day still wasn’t over. I looked forward to the spa and I hoped there was a massage waiting for me. 

Sure enough, the salon was wonderful and very relaxing and Johanna and I felt great getting pampered with facials, manicures, pedicures and neck and back massages. The car was loaded with bags from the mall and the ride home was of a contented silence. We were starved by the time we made it back to my parent’s house and it was lit up as bright as a Christmas tree.

“Ma, we’re home!” I called into the house, struggling with the bags I was carrying. Johanna came up the walk behind me, equally weighed down with bags. Bursting through the front door, we immediately took our new items upstairs to my room and sorted through the purchases.

“What are you going to wear to dinner?” Jo asked me, arranging the clothes on the bed.

“Not sure. If we stay here, there’s no reason to get dressed up, but if we can convince my mom to take us out, it would be totally worth getting dolled up.”

“Not to mention you-know-who will be there tonight.” Jo said, stripping down to her new pink thong and matching bra. She had decided to wear it out of Victoria Secrets rather than wait to get home to put it on.

“Exactly.” I said, smiling. “I’d assume Brian would be coming too. Speaking of which, what was that look this morning at the breakfast table?”

Johanna smiled and turned towards the bathroom. “Nothing really, but it surprised me to know that your devious brother went so far as to actually take the towels from the bathroom and then seduce me the way he did.”

“I hardly think he seduced you, but if it was a trick, it was pretty good.” I laughed as I stepped out of my jeans and held up a new skirt and matching top for Johanna to approve. “What do you say we go to dinner, stuff ourselves and then hit a few of the clubs? We’d have to drive a little, because there is nothing local, but it could be a lot of fun.”

“I am up for anything, really.” Johanna said pulling a new shirt over her head. We walked down the stairs after finishing doing our hair and makeup and heard voices coming from the sitting room. Diane and my mom were each holding a glass of wine, while my brother and Josh looked over a car magazine. I assumed Josh had come over while Johanna and I were getting changed. I glanced around and then stretched my view into the kitchen.

“She wasn’t feeling well.” Josh said from the couch. “Didn’t feel like going out of the house tonight.” I nodded and quietly gave a high five to myself, relishing in the fact that I now had Josh to myself for the night. He glanced at me with deep eyes, and my face flushed with dirty thoughts. I turned away.

“I say we go out to dinner tonight.” I said to the room. “It’s a nice night, much to nice to cook, and then Jo and I wanted to go to a few hot spots around here, do a little dancing.”

“I think that’s a great idea, sweetie!” my mother said, slapping her hands against the couch and then used them to push herself up. With dinner plans decided, we headed towards the door and out to the cars. My mother and Diane took one car, while the four of us took Joshes Xtera. This way, when dinner was over, we could go our own way without having to come back home.

Dinner was great, and it was nice having a good sit down meal with my family. Johanna fit right in, taking Diane on as a surrogate mother. My father even stopped by after a late meeting to join us for desert and coffee. By 9, we were all stuffed and except for Brian, just a little bit tipsy. Good thing too, because he was going to be our designated driver for the evening. Most of the clubs were 18 and up, and we didn’t mind that he was tagging along.

We cruised up the main stretch of Havana Street, glimpsing the clubs as we went by. Each one looked more enticing and fun than the last, and it was hard to choose which one to start at.

“Lets park near Agnes Street,” Josh said. “This way we can hit a few of the clubs on this side then walk across the street to those.” He pointed at various clubs on the other side of the street as we drove by. They were all bright with neon signs and music was pulsing from the inner part, which sounded more like a dull thumping from where we were in the car.

The first club we went to was the first at the corner of Agnes and Havana, and surprisingly had the shortest line. We made a beeline for the bar, and Josh ordered shots for all of us except Brian. When the bar tender lined them up, Josh handed them out.

“To tonight!” He said, raising his glass. “To fun, excitement, dancing and…hot women!” Josh stared at me with the last sentence of his speech. I flushed again, and I hoped he wouldn’t see me act like the gawky teenager he used to fuck in the dim lights.

Johanna, Josh and I drank down the shots and slammed the glasses on the bar. The bartender reappeared and Josh motioned for a refill, which we dutifully all took down with little less than winching. Brian stood by sipping a coke, and for a moment I felt slightly embarrassed for him, being the only one in our group not old enough to drink.

With the second round of shots down, we headed for the dance floor, as if the music was pulling us. Josh wrapped an arm around my waist and started freaking me, grabbing my ass occasionally. I reciprocated, by draping my arms around his neck. We danced to several songs and after several test tube shots, we were both hot and sweaty with beads of perspiration on our foreheads. 

“Lets move to the back!” Josh yelled to me.

“What?!” I screamed back, leaning closer to hear him.

“Its too hot! Lets move to the back!” He yelled louder over the music. I nodded my head and took his lead, weaving in and out of the many gyrating bodies on the dance floor.

“Holy shit it’s hot in here!” I exclaimed, stopping next to Josh by the bar in the far corner. “Grab me an ice water?” 

“Sure thing!” Josh said, as he took several steps to the bar. While he was getting me some water I glanced over heads to see if I could spot Johanna and Brian. There were so many people in the club and it was hard to make out who was who.

“Here ya go!” Josh said handing me the cup water.

“Thank you!” I said, pulling off the top and dipping my fingers into the icy water to fish out several ice cubes. I held them in my hand, and then placed them against my neck first, making sweeping motions across and then down between my cleavage. The ice melted almost immediately, and the cold sensation was enough for me to feel my body temperature drop a little.

“Damn girl!” Josh said staring at me. “That is hot!” I smiled and then popped the remainder of the cubes into my mouth. I pulled Josh towards me and kissed him, passing him the ice with my tongue. I felt it melt as he swished it around with his mouth.

Before I was able to pull away from the kiss, I felt a tap on my shoulder and the startle made me jump. Turning, I saw Johanna and grinning like idiots.

“Lets get to another club!” Jo said, leaning close so I could hear. “This one is way too hot!” she emphasized by fanning her face with her hands.

We made a chain and wound our way to the front of the club, and Johanna waved to the bouncer as we left. We went to the next club a few down and this one was no cover for ladies. Jo and I grinned as we waved at the boys while they stood in line. We were the first to the bar and had already downed a shot by the time Josh and Brian made it in.

Again we snaked to the dance floor and danced the alcohol out of our systems so that our buzz was on the way out the door. Johanna and another girl were dancing provocatively with Brian, who was grinning ear to ear. Eventually he was allowed into the twosome, and then became the center of their grinding and slithering.

Several hours and several clubs later, it was last call and we took the bar tender up on the offer. Laughing drunkenly, we made our way back to Agnes Street as Brian led the way. He popped the doors with the auto unlock, and Johanna took the front seat as Josh and I climbed into the back. Instantly, Josh was on me, groping for my breasts while sliding a hand in between my legs. Giggling, I leaned back against the door and he covered me with his body. I saw Brian glance in the review mirror and shake his head.

The next instant, Brian looked into his lap to see Johanna starting to unzip his pants. He swatted at her hands, but she only glanced up at him and smiled. He swatted again, a little more persistently, which only fueled her passion. I knew Johanna and when she set her mind to something, it wasn’t easily removed. I glanced in the front seat momentarily and giggled again to see Jo’s head start to bob up and down on Brian’s cock. 

It was strange, seeing my brother get head from my best friend, but I was too involved with where Josh’s hands were going. The drive home was short and jerky, on account of Brian being serviced in the front seat, but we made it in one piece, although very horny and slightly drunk.

We stumbled to the house and as quietly as possible, made our way to the club basement. Johanna pulled Brian to the oversized loveseat and immediately jumped on top of him. She kissed him deeply and started unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing. Brian looked slightly uncomfortable being in the presence of others while he was being mauled, but tuned out the rest of us in the room.

Uncaring, Josh had removed his shirt and had me encircled around the waist. He kissed me hard, grinding my mouth to his. He hands clumsily groped my breasts, rubbing my nipples hard through the fabric of my shirt. I helped him by taking my shirt off and unsnapping my bra. 

He walked me back to the couch and his large body covered mine, while slowly sinking me into the leather. It was cold for an instant until my body adjusted. The feverish kisses were making me tingle, which provided enough heat to compromise. I slid my hands down to his pants and felt the incredible bulge behind his zipper. He moaned as I began to caress it and he kissed me harder.

I heard squeals coming from the couch on my right, and I looked in time to she Johanna climb on top of Brian, who was now naked. I noticed his form and realized that although he was my little brother, he wasn’t little where it counted. I saw his shaft in the pale light before Jo impaled herself on his cock. Josh was also looking, and caught Brian’s eye, who gave a nod.

“We’ve been here before.” Josh said, focusing back on me and sliding off my new panties. “Do you remember?”

“I think about that day all the time.” I replied.

“Why don’t we take a trip down memory lane?” He suggested. “With a few modifications.” I smiled as his hands griped my hips to slid me to the edge of the couch. 

“Why don’t we try something different?” I suggested, half standing and then turning around. I kneeled on the couch, lifting my ass into the air. “Fuck me from the back.” 

Eagar to comply, he stooped slightly and grabbed my ass with both hands. He slid into me, pulling me back to him. The first sensation was electrifying, sending rivets of pleasure through my body. He moved a hand around to the front of my body and slid it between the lips of my pussy to massage my clit. I griped the back of the couch with my hands, trying to steady myself as Josh rammed into me over and over.

I could hear Johanna’s moans on the other couch and Brian’s grunts as he banged into her. The voyeuristic atmosphere was turning me on more and more, making me wet for Josh. He sensed it too, and leaned over my back to whisper in my ear, “I like seeing Johanna get fucked.” He said without slowing his pace. 

“Please,” I begged of him, “please don’t stop Josh. I need to cum!”

“I’ll make you cum.” He said. “I’ll make you cum hard around my dick!” He emphasized this by thrusting with all his might into me. I gripped his cock with my pussy, creating heat between our bodies. I was lost in the moment until I heard Johanna from across the room.

“Yes! Oh, yes!” Johanna moaned. “Fuck me!” the response from Brain was hearty grunt, and a loud slapping sound of his balls against her ass. 

I felt my orgasm begin to rise in my belly, and I bounced back on Josh, feeling his hands grab fistfuls of ass. His fingers dug into me, kneaded me and massaged brutally as he rammed into my tight hole. I screamed with each jab, each one more forceful than the previous, but each one deliciously filling. 

“Josh!” I screamed, “Fuck me, fuck me! I’m gonna cum! Its so tight Josh!”

“Yeah?” Josh asked. “You like getting fucking from the back huh? You like my fat cock deep in your pussy don’t you?”

“Yes, Josh yes! Oh god, it feels so good!”

“I’m gonna cum in you Angel,” Josh now whispered, again leaning over my back to talk into my ear. “I’m gonna bust my nut deep in you, and your gonna love it.”

“Yes, yes! Please, cum inside me!” I reached down to flick my clit as Josh hammered into me. The feeling of his dick and my finger on my clit was almost too much to take. Almost.

“Here I go!” I seethed, pressing the side of my face against the couch. “I’m cumming Josh! I’m cumming around your cock!”

“Yeah!” he said, with equal strain. “Here I go!” He thrusted once more, deep and up to the hilt and I felt the warm jizz pulse into my pussy. I waited a second, letting my contractions milk his cock of every drop. When the pulsing subsided, I felt the warmth of Josh’s body leave mine as he pulled out. 

“There still going at it.” I said, turning around now to sit on the couch.

“Yeah boy!” Josh said, grinning, watching his friend fuck Johanna like there was no tomorrow. “The boys got stamina.” 

“I think I could help them reach their peak.” I said, a sly smile creeping over my face.

“Oh yeah? What can you do?” Josh asked.

“Watch.” With that, I stood and walked the short distance to where Johanna was on her back and her forearms were supporting herself on the floor while the rest of her was on the couch, held up by the ass by Brian’s strong arms. I kneeled so my head was bent over Johanna’s face and I kissed her. Between our lips I heard her moan with each thrust of my brothers cock.

She reached with one hand to fondle my breast, pulling me closer to her, darting her tongue deeper into my mouth. I kissed backwards, towards her navel, trailing my tongue over her body. Brian leaned back when I got the top of the trimmed patch of hair covering her cunt. I could feel Josh’s eyes on my and I turned to look at him.




Angel Ch. 06



Chapter 6: A T-girl's Xmas Affair

This is an entry in the Literotica Winter Holiday Contest, and is part of an ongoing series on the life of Angel Jones, a beautiful young T-girl in London. For more detailed information on her and on the other characters who appear in this story, please see previous episodes. 

Angel Jones was unsure what Christmas would be like for her that year. It would be the first one away from her family, and really she did miss them, although not as much as one might have expected. Ever since starting the process of changing her gender, Angel had been something of an embarrassment her parents. They professed to love her, and there was no reason to doubt their sincerity, but Angel had the impression they would rather love her from a distance than in proximity to their friends and neighbors in her home town. She had exchanged holiday cards with them, and she would telephone them on Christmas Day, but that would be the limit of their contact that year. 

She had no other close relatives and no school chums whom she would want to see again. During her childhood, Angel had no really close friends and, after the advent of the gender change, no friends at all. Partly because of her infatuation with George Parker, she had not formed any friendships of any durability with her coworkers in that city's branch of the bank where she was currently employed. Their affair had ended badly and, under no circumstances, would she ever want to see that man again. There were some residual warm feelings toward his brother, William, but not strong enough to make Angel want to renew the relationship, especially since it would probably mean seeing George again. 

At her current posting in the main office of that same bank, she had several cordial relationships, especially with Millie Dobbs and her other fellow tellers. They were still somewhat at arms-length, because Angel had been reluctant to tell anybody about the gender change. She thought of herself as being 100% a woman and, from the words and actions of others, she knew she was a beautiful and desirable one. Angel wanted to be treated as a woman, regardless of how she had become one, but she knew many persons would think of her as some kind of freak, or a pouf in disguise. Eventually, she might tell some of her most cordial acquaintances, especially Millie, who had been something of a mother figure ever since Angel's first day there, but she wasn't ready yet. 

There was a small get-together, with beer and wine and snacks available, scheduled after closing time on Christmas Eve. Angel would attend the gathering and socialize for a while, being careful to avoid letting Mr. Baker corner her, especially if he happened to be emboldened by a few drinks. The Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgendered Association had an afternoon party scheduled on Christmas Day, and Angel definitely intended to go there. She might even leave for home with one of the men, most likely Kenny, if the opportunity arose, and she thought it probably would. The holiday would certainly be different for her than it had ever been while she was living with her parents. 

The event, which was held in the employee break room, was more congenial than Angel had expected, and she stayed later than anticipated. She had bought a new Christmas dress, and she was wearing it. It was red, with some white trim and, like most of her dresses, it was short and made of a clingy knit fabric. Angel liked the way such garments felt on her and the way they showed off her feminine curves. As she continued with the hormone treatments, those curves were getting sexier and more feminine. She had also bought new red French knickers and matching bra, both trimmed with white lace. The latter was a size larger than she had been wearing. Angel wondered if she would soon have to buy all new clothing, as she had done shortly after her arrival in London. Her shopping spree at that time had been fun, and she really enjoyed the way her new things felt on her body and showed off her good looks, but it had been a very expensive excursion. 

Angel hobnobbed with Millie, keeping the older woman between herself and Mr. Baker. Millie was aware of her friend's ploy, and cooperated whole-heartedly. Their mutual supervisor would like nothing better than to get a chance to fondle Angel, and touch her on whatever places his hands could get at, but he had no interest in doing the same to Millie. She was too old and too heavy to interest him. Cheryl and Bobbi and Meg, also young, attractive tellers were there too. Millie provided them the same protection from their lecherous supervisor, and the five women enjoyed chatting and otherwise spending time with one another. The other four women all expressed admiration for Angel's new dress, and the sexy way it fit her, and they probably would have done the same for her new lingerie, if it had been visible. Although none of the men said anything about it, Angel could tell, from the way their eyes were drawn to her, they also admired the clinging way the garment fit her body and showed off her fair skin and long, blonde hair. 

Angel noticed that Constable McGowan, the bank guard, was there too, and thought about taking the opportunity to get to know him better. She was aware, from the looks he often gave her, that the retired bobby found her extremely attractive. She was quite attracted to him too, as he was large and muscular, with iron-grey hair, and exuded an air of self-confidence, all qualities in men that Angel found to be highly appealing. That he was much older than she was more of a positive than a negative consideration. On her arrival in London, Angel had attempted flirtations with two handsome younger men, and the result both times was the man threatening her with violence when he learned that she was a T-girl. Since that time, she had avoided callow young chaps like them in favor of older men, who were so much more worldly and so much less judgmental. She always let the man know, very early in the relationship, that she was a T-girl and, so far, none of the older men had attached any importance to that fact.

The conversation of the other women turned to gossip about mutual acquaintances, a thing Angel almost always eschewed. She decided to seek out the company of the constable, who was sitting slightly apart from the rest of the group. 

"Do you mind if I join you," she asked, holding her white wine spritzer in her hand. She had been sipping at the same plastic tumbler since her arrival; Angel wasn't much of a drinker. 

"Not at all, Miss Jones. I'd enjoy your company." The friendly man moved over, and Angel sat on the chair next to him. 

"I see you're drinking coffee," she commented. "I would have expected you to have a pint of ale in your hand." 

"That's what I would have, Miss Jones, but I'm still on duty, until everybody has left. My employer would look very harshly on me if I was to be drinking anything stronger than coffee." 

"Your employer? Don't you work for the bank?" 

"Not directly. I work for Acme Security, and they assigned me here." 

A bit surprised at hearing that, Angel thought about it. Technically, she and the constable were not coworkers. She was even more surprised when he imparted further information to her. 

"And, after this evening, I won't be working for anybody." 

"Really? You mean you're retiring from Acme too, besides from the constabulary?" 

"That I am. Officially, I will be retiring on the first of the year, but I'm going to use up the last of my vacation time, so I won't be back here after tonight. Tomorrow, I'll drive down to see my mum, and spend the rest of the year with her and some other family." 

Angel was rather disappointed to hear that. She would certainly miss his handsome, friendly face. At the same time, it meant her policy of remaining romantically uninvolved with her coworkers no longer applied in his case. Not only were they not employed by the same people, the constable would no longer even be working in the same building after that evening. She shifted closer in her chair, leaned in his direction, and let her smile become even friendlier. He responded by also moving closer, so their arms and shoulders were lightly touching, and his hand was resting on hers. Aware that Christmas Eve was very likely the last time he would see the young woman next to him, who looked sexier and more beautiful than ever that evening, the burly guard cleared his throat, having something important to say to her. 

"Can I call you 'Angel'?" he began by asking. 

"Of course. In fact, I wish you would. I know your first name is Dennis." 

He was quite gratified to learn that Angel had been interested enough to find that out, and Dennis continued. "You probably know that I have always been very attracted to you, ever since I first saw you. I hope you don't think I've been a foolish old man." 

"Not at all. Yes, I have noticed you sneaking looks at me, and I've quite enjoyed it. I have always been very fond of you too, even attracted to you. As far as I'm concerned, you're neither foolish nor too old." 

Dennis was even more gratified, even elated, to hear that. Ever since he first saw the lovely young blonde, he had fantasized a sexual encounter with her, and such an affair was still frequently in his thoughts. He leaned away from her briefly but, when he leaned back, his arm was resting on the back of Angel's chair. She nestled the back of her neck against his muscular arm and turned to smile warmly at the owner of it. Dennis turned in his chair, placed his other hand on hers and smiled back. Angel realized they were getting more personal, and considered telling the friendly and attentive man more about herself, when he removed any necessity. 

"I have a confession to make, Angel. As I said, I've always been very attracted to you, ever since you started here, and I looked up information on you in Acme's confidential records. I learned you're a Transgendered person, and were a boy less than four years ago. I hope you don't object too much to that invasion of your privacy." 

Angel was surprised to learn that her secret might be out, but she saw no point in denying the truth of what Dennis had just said. "Have you told anybody else?" she asked. 

"Oh, no, I would never tell anybody something as personal as that. Unless you've told them, nobody here knows about it, nor will they ever know from me or from Acme. Nobody at your last posting did either." 

Angel knew the last statement was not correct, but felt there would be no benefit in mentioning George Parker. She was confident that he had never told anybody about what they did together while working overtime, and that he would always be too embarrassed to tell anybody in the future. Then she realized some other salient facts. Dennis McGowan was not really a coworker and, even if he had been, that evening would mark the end of his service in proximity to her. Furthermore, and much more important, even though he knew she was a T-girl, he was obviously still romantically interested in her. The attraction she had always felt for him evolved quickly into sexual desire, almost to the point of lust. The only thing that might stand in the way of an affair with him that evening would be his reluctance, and she thought there was little likelihood of that. Angel wondered how long it would take for the rest of the people to leave, and if he would like to go somewhere with her, such as to bed in her flat. 

Bobbi and Cheryl had left, but Millie was still there, standing guard over Meg, who seemed quite fascinated with a young man from the Home Loan Department. Even as Angel watched, the smiling couple came to her, wished her and Dennis a merry Christmas, and walked out the door, holding hands. Millie, three of her young charges having left unmolested and the last seeming to be well protected, repeated the sequence less than a minute later. Mr. Baker came over to wish Angel a Merry Christmas also, and Angel reciprocated. It didn't bother her, but he seemed to be rather miffed at her evident interest in a man whom he considered to be his social inferior, and hers too, especially when that man was even older than himself. 

Others had also been leaving regularly, until the party reached the point where it was no longer a party, just a few people sitting around eating and drinking. After the last of the group straggled out the door, Dennis turned to his tablemate. "Well, Angel, I guess it's just you and me now. Can I give you a lift somewhere?" He was hoping for a certain answer, and it was the one she gave him. 

"Yes. How about a ride to my flat, and I hope you can come in and have a drink with me, now that you are really off duty." 

Angel had learned it was important to make one's meanings known rather than being excessively subtle, especially with forthright men like the one beside her. His interest had obviously not waned, nor did she want it to do so. Dennis's arm was around her shoulders and he was gently squeezing one of her hands. Her other hand had been caressing his thigh under the table for the last several minutes, and Angel was starting to consider moving it a few inches so it would be fondling his cock. She had never been less than open about making her wishes known.

Dennis slid his arm down to around her waist, gave her an affectionate squeeze and patted her leg. "I'd like that a lot but, to be honest, I quit drinking years ago." 

That's okay. I don't really feel like drinking any more anyhow." 

They got up from the table and, after the constable had verified the bank's security measures were operating properly, Angel walked out the door that he was holding open for her. After turning on the alarm and locking the door, Dennis escorted her to his car and opened the door. He held it to let her enter, and closed it behind her. On the ride to her flat, even less coy than usual, Angel's hand on his thigh was close enough that the tips of her fingers were rubbing his cock, and feeling it becoming erect. She was very much looking forward to the next few hours, maybe even the whole night and tomorrow morning, and it was extremely obvious Dennis had the same thoughts. 

After unlocking and closing the front door behind themselves, the eager couple hurried across the empty lobby to the lift. Angel pointed out the security camera when they entered, so they kept their hands off each other during the ride up and the walk down the hall to her flat. Once they were inside, with the door safely locked behind themselves, all restrictions vanished, and they embraced and kissed as they had both been wanting to do all evening, and for months before that. They were wearing long coats against the fog and chill of late December in London but, after they had been removed and hung up by Angel, his hands were all over her luscious curves, while she fondled his cock through his pants, smiling at its size and state of erectness. The evening promised to be vastly more fun than she had anticipated that morning. 

After their bodies separated, Angel removed Dennis's uniform jacket and, while he sat down and took off his brogans and socks, hung it over a chair and kicked off her red pumps. With her wearing stockings and him barefoot, they entered the bedroom, knowing what they wanted to do. Neither of them pretended that their intentions were anything other than having sex. Standing beside the bed, Angel removed Dennis's tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He turned around, and she pulled the shirt off, and peeled off his undershirt as he raised his arms to aid her. His clothing was deposited on the chair by the bed, and it was his turn to undress her. 

Angel stood with her back to Dennis, and he unhooked the clasp on her dress and pulled down the zipper. While she stripped the sleeves from her arms and let the garment fall until it hung from her hips, he unhooked her lacy, red bra. Angel is justifiably proud of the size and overall beauty of her breasts, and she is also aware that new sex partners, all of whom would know her to be a T-girl, would always wonder if they would prove to be partly padding, partly silicone or all natural. When she turned to face Dennis again, she held the cups in place, letting him remain curious for a few more seconds. 

She's not really a tease and, when Angel pulled her hands away, letting her breasts bounce free, the view presented to Dennis was well worth the few seconds she had made him wait. The show got even better when she rolled her shoulders and moved her upper body, letting her lovely, creamy bosom dance and sway in front of the highly appreciative man. He expressed that appreciation by moving forward, cupping one of her breasts in either hand, and bending forward to start licking the erect pink nipples that topped off their near-perfection. 

After a few seconds, although she enjoyed his ministrations, Angel had a suggestion to make. "I really love what you're doing, but let me lie down in bed, and you can lick my nipples some more. It'll be a lot more fun there, for both of us." 

There was no denying her logic, and Dennis straightened up and smiled at the beautiful woman who would be lying in bed with him in a few seconds. She smiled back, pushed her dress down over her hips and off, and stepped out of it. Clad only in her stockings and lacy red French knickers, Angel hung the dress over the back of the chair, pulled the coverings down and off the bed, and climbed on to lie on her back with her head nestled in a pillow. He was still wearing his uniform pants when Dennis followed and knelt beside her. Once again, he cupped Angel's luscious breasts in his hands and bent down so his tongue could start paying homage to the nearer of the twin beauties. 

Although not a skilled lover, he was enthusiastic, and the caresses of Dennis's tongue on her nipple had Angel happily sighing almost immediately. Her pleasure increased as his mouth switched to the second of the lovely pair and treated it the same way. For a long time, Dennis licked her nipples, as Angel grew more and more aroused, and her clit got harder, tenting her knickers. Abruptly, she realized that he was very unsure of what to do next, and that she would need to take over and keep things moving to enhance their mutual pleasure. 

"That was great, Dennis," she told him, sitting up. "But, now it's my turn to do the same thing for you." Angel slid off the bed, got to her knees beside it, and looked expectantly at Dennis, waiting for him to sit with her between his legs. 

Angel had been correct in thinking that Dennis was somewhat unsure and inexperienced, but he certainly knew what to do next. He sat up and pushed himself along the sheet until he was at the edge of the bed, with his legs on either side of her. Angel reached out and unfastened his pants and he raised himself so she could pull them down and all the way off. She set them aside and went after his Y-fronts, needing to be more careful with them because of the big erection he had. Using one hand to hold his cock out of the way, and the other to pull the waistband down, she was able to position the elastic under his balls. After that, it was easy to hook her thumbs in the elastic around his hips and pull the shorts down when he raised his ass from the bed. The most difficult, although highly enjoyable, part was that, while undressing Dennis, the cock that was waving less than a foot in front of her face was so demanding of her attention. It was the biggest that Angel had ever seen. It was so big that she knew she might have some trouble squeezing it into her pussy, but it was surely going to be fun trying. 

First, she wanted to have some fun with her mouth. Wrapping her hand around it, Angel noted, happily, that she couldn't even reach halfway around his big shaft. The head of Dennis's cock was big and purple, and reminded Angel of a huge grape lollipop. It felt much better on her tongue than any candy ever had, though, and she licked the whole surface, and under the ridge, before enclosing it in her lips. She wasn't quite ready to start sucking on it, so Angel took it back out of her mouth and, starting at the base, slowly licked it all the way up to the slit. That felt so good that she did it some more, caressing the sides with her tongue also, pressing the hard cylinder against her cheek and the side of her nose as she did. 




Angel Ch. 06



“Come over here.” I demanded. “Watch how I will make Jo cum.” Josh obediently moved closer to the smaller couch and kneeled next to Johanna’s head, so he could watch what I was doing.

I leaned closer to her cunt, and slowly flicked my tongue at the top of her slit. Brian had slowed his pace and allowed me access and so that he could watch me. I felt Jo’s finger snake up my legs to the moist place between them, already soaked from sex and filled with cum.

I moaned against her pussy, and moved my mouth directly over her hot button. I took her clit in my mouth and gently sucked it, drawing into my mouth and then releasing it. While I tongue fucked her clit, I felt Johanna’s finger slide into my pussy begin to probe it in and out. 

Brian’s cock was descending in and out of Jo’s cunt and he gathered my hair in one hand to afford him a view of my mouth. Jo slid another finger into me and I moaned, breathing heavy against her.

“Give me your cock.” I heard her say and I sensed movement behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see Josh straddling Johanna’s face and Josh’s cock was again hard and penetrating her mouth. I turned my attention back to her pussy, devouring her clit again. 

I could hear Johanna slurp and suck Josh’s cock while I did the same to her. I moved my mouth further up from my position to touch the place where Brian’s cock was going in and out of Jo. My tongue alternated from her clit to his shaft, making Brian draw in a breath with each stroke. I felt Johanna start to writhe wildly against my mouth and I knew from experience it meant she was going to cum.

“Cum in my mouth.” I said to Jo. “Cum around Brian and cum in my mouth!” I was responded with a growl of determination and she began to buck upwards, thrusting herself onto Brian’s cock. At the moment of her release, her legs tensed and her back went ridged. She moaned loudly, “I’m fucking cumming!” I slowed my tongue and instead licked up Brian’s shaft. He increased his speed after dutifully allowing Johanna to get off. 

“I’m gonna cum Angel,” Brian said, looking down at me. “Where should I put it?” I looked back at him.

“Anywhere you want to. In her, on me. It doesn’t matter to me.” I said, going back to gliding my tongue where dick met pussy.

“Fuck Brian!” Johanna said, “Cum in me goddamn it! I want to feel you cum in me!” With that decision made, Brian pumped harder, gritting his teeth and throwing his head back. Without slowing in the slightest, Johanna’s fingers were bringing me close to cumming again. I looked back a second time to see Josh’s cock disappear into Jo’s mouth and reappear just to get swallowed again. I caught his eye, and sensing my closeness to orgasm, he also took one of his large fingers and meshed it with Jo’s in my pussy. The strength at which he jammed into me stung, but the pleasure overtook the pain.

I glanced back to Brian who was now burying himself deep into Jo. A few stabs later, his body tensed, and he exhaled as his cock released the load into Johanna. He moaned a sound of satisfaction and stilled his movements, still hidden within her depths. I now focused on my own rising release yet again. I squatted back, leaning to the side to kiss Josh, while he was fingering me and getting sucked my Johanna.

“She’s gonna make both of us cum together.” I said to Josh. “Are you gonna cum in her mouth?” I asked, and then kissed him deeply. 

“Fuck yeah.” He said, thrusting into Jo’s mouth. “I’m gonna shoot it in her.” He proved this point by increasing the speed, and Johanna in turn passed the speed onto her fingers. I began to moan and I could feel my body tighten.

“Here it goes!” I said against Josh’s mouth as my orgasm shuddered through me.

“Fuck yeah.” He said in response. “I’m going to…I’m…gonna...cum!” and with that he tensed his body this time and I saw Johanna’s mouth spill out the abundance of cum that was filling it. Submissively she swallowed and then wiped the dribble away with a finger. 

Josh leaned back against the couch and I unstraddled Johanna’s body. Johanna slid from the couch onto her back onto to the floor and Brian simply buckled at the knees to the edge of the couch. Smiling, we all looked content and satisfied yet still slightly drunk. On shaky legs I stood first, extending my hand to Jo.

“Lets get into the hot tub.” I suggested as Johanna stood. I kissed her mouth lightly, and pulled her towards the doors to the basement patio. The boys looking as if in a dream stood and followed us to the doors and soon we were enveloped in the hot temperature of the water, where we relaxed and told stories until well into the morning. 



Angel Ch. 07



The rest of the week seemed to go by in a blur. Johanna and I spent our time shopping, catching up with some of my old friends and more often than not, I spent as much time with Josh as possible and Jo spent time with Brian. This was often difficult for her because his girlfriend Lacey made an appearance at the house several times during the week. Brian played it cool and Johanna stayed out of the way. She knew that Lacey wasn't as good in bed as she was and Brian had told her so on many of their fuck fests.

Lacey was home on spring break for college since she was a year ahead of Brian. They had been dating for the last year, and I knew it was hard on Brian to have her so far away. It worked for the most part and he intended to follow her to the same college in the fall, providing his grades stay up and he can manage a scholarship for one of the sports he played well.

It was the last day we were at my parent's house and the group of us was sitting on the deck drinking sangria and enjoying the afternoon sunshine. There was so much we had already done this week and it was hard to find something to do on our last day here. Occasionally someone let out a sigh but it was mostly boredom and exhaustion that kept us quite.

"What about going to the movies?" Johanna suggested. We all glanced at each other and said, "nah" almost in unison.

"What about going to the mall?" Brian suggested this time. 

"I am so sick of the mall!" Jo said laughing. "I don't think I have shopped so much in the last week than I have in my entire life."

"I agree." I said, nodding my head. "There has to be something to do!"

"We could go up to the barn and jump in the hay." Josh spoke this time. Again, everyone shook his or her heads. Silence prevailed for a few moments longer until a large masculine voice boomed from the house.

"Angel!" my father bellowed from the kitchen and smiled when he saw us on the deck. "There you are!" 

"Hi daddy!" I said, jumping up and giving him a hug. "Your home early."

" I know Angel, I figured this was your last night here, so I was making an effort to see you off." He took off his suit jacket and patted my back. "And well, I have to leave on business in the morning and wouldn't be able to see you off."

"Oh," I said trying not to sound disappointed. By now I was used to my father being absent, but even as an adult I longed for his attention.

"So, I thought it would be nice for the family to go out on the Yacht for dinner!" He said smiling.

"You have a Yacht?" Johanna said, speaking for the first time since my father came home.

"Yeah. I forgot about that." I said sheepishly, wishing I had thought of that while we were thinking of something to do.

"Well then, I think we should go!" Johanna said excitedly. "I've never been on a boat."

"Then it's done then." My father said. "I'm going upstairs to change, but let your mother know when she comes in. I'll call over to the slip and have the boat stocked for a old fashion cook out." With that, my dad headed back towards the stairs through the kitchen.

"This will be fun." Josh said, reaching for my hand. I smiled back to him.

"Well, lets get ready then. I'm gonna call my mom on her cell and let her know. She'll be excited to go out on Angel." I said.

"You parent's boat is named 'Angel'?" Johanna asked.

"Yup." Brian piped up. "They bought it after she was born in hopes of taking family vacations together."

"Yeah, until you were born that is." I said back smiling.

"Well, I got a car for my 16th birthday, so there!" Brian shot back sticking out his tongue playfully.

"Children, children!" Josh said laughing. "Lets get this show on the road!"

With that said, Johanna and I made the trip upstairs to change and Josh and Brian lounged on the deck. I unfolded my new white shorts and a pink halter top with my new bathing suit on underneath. On a second thought I grabbed a zipper pullover in case it got chilly later in the evening. Johanna chose a pair of denim shorts and a tank top, and also decided on a sweater as an accessory.

My mother popped her head into my room a half an hour later and her face was lit with excitement. She was dressed in kaki shorts and a big white shirt, one of my fathers I thought. She was tightening an elastic in her hair when she said, "Paul called from the dock and said everything is ready to go. Are you girls ready?"

"Almost." I said, searching my closet for deck shoes. "Ah ha! Here they are!" I said triumphantly. 

Grinning, Johanna led the way out of the room and down the stairs. My father was comical in his skipper outfit, complete with hat and striped shirt. I glanced around for Josh, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"He's in the library." Brian said from the kitchen table. He was packing a cooler with soda, beer and wine. I nodded and went in the direction of the library and could hear a muffled voice from the other side of the door. I cracked it open and slipped inside where Josh was on his cell phone.

"Em, its there last day here and I was invited to go. I can't say no." He paused and looked at me and rolled his eyes. "No, its not like that at all...Why do you always have to argue this with me...Its not like that!...She's a family friend, that's it!" He paused again and then covered the mouthpiece and whispered to me, "She's jealous of you."

I covered my mouth to keep from giggling. I never had anyone jealous of me before, and it was almost comical since I was jealous of her for having Josh.

"Look Em, I'll be back by 9, 10 at the latest. I promise." A pause. "I am not trying to avoid you! Its just that I should go." Another pause. "I know you haven't been feeling well...I was home this week...you're the one who didn't want to come to dinner the other night...Oh, you want to bring that up now?...I don't even like your father...what does that have to do with anything?...Emily, I have to go. I will be home later...yes, I love you too. Bye." Josh snapped the phone shut and clenched his fists.

"Sometimes I wish I could just divorce her, leave her fathers fucking company and go back to before all this bullshit happened." He took my hand. "Back to when I could have you."

"You could have had me, Josh." I said, pulling him towards the door. "But you took her over me, and now you are stuck with her."

"If it weren't for that fucking kid she carrying, I would do it all differently." Sighing, we dropped our hands and headed to the front door. Brian could be heard talking to my dad and I could already see Johanna in the back seat of my moms SUV and I climbed in next to her. The boys piled in after me with my parent's in the front seat.

We made it to the dock in about 20 minutes and mostly in silence. I was enjoying the drive down the tree-lined roads because I knew it would be awhile before I made it back for a visit. We pulled into the harbor that was marked with the sign: PRIVATE PROPERTY - MEMBERS ONLY. My father swung into the off road and rumbled over the gravel to the boathouse. Paul greeted us at the door and gave me a hug. 

"It's been awhile Angel!" He said, smiling. "Last time I saw you, you were chest high!"

"I know Paul!" I said shielding my eyes from the sun. "Now I am all grown up!" 

"That you are!" He said then turned his attention to my father. "Its all ready to go William."

"Then, all aboard!" he bellowed and we all followed to the dock slip and boarded Angel, bobbing in the harbor.

"Well, that was fun!" I said in the car on the way home, leaning my head on Johanna's shoulder. It was dark now, but the sky was clear and we were all tired from the long day.

"Me too." She said, stifling a yawn. Josh and Brian were in the back seat again, both with their heads back and eyes closed. Josh looked so cute and didn't look so worried and stressed when he was sleeping.

"I hate to leave tomorrow." I said quietly to Jo.

"I know. It's been a nice change."

"Well, tomorrow its back to the real world I guess."

"Yeah, I guess."

We climbed into bed and were asleep before our heads hit the pillow. It wasn't until the next morning that the dread of having to return to Baltimore set in. Johanna and I started packing before we went down for breakfast. I had to find another suitcase to fit all of our new clothes into and when they were smashed in enough, we carried them down to the foyer.

Breakfast was elaborate, with pancakes, sausage and scrambled eggs. My mother was teary as she served us and made several mentions of us staying longer. Jo and I exchanged glances, knowing that if we didn't return today, one of Romeo's thugs would be here by nightfall.

"Ma, we would love to stay really, but we have to get back. Work and all." I said sipping my coffee.

"I know Angel, but I wish you could stay longer, that's all."

"We'll be back soon, I promise."

After breakfast my mom offered to drive us to the train station to catch our 11:30 departure. We accepted giving my mother a few more minutes of our time. At the station, she walked us in and helped us find the gate, although we knew where were supposed to be. Before we boarded my mother handed me an envelope. She pressed it into my hands and hugged me at the same time.

"This is from your father." She said, stepping away for a second. "There is a thousand dollars in there." I started to protest, but she continued. "He feels guilty that he didn't spend enough time with you while you were here and the fact he isn't here now."

"Ma, I don't need it." I said, lying through my teeth.

"I know, Angel, but you dad wanted you to have it." She hugged me again. "Just take it and go shopping or something." I laughed and tucked the envelope into my carryon bag.

"I have to go. I'll call you when I get back, okay?" I kissed her cheek and I saw her eyes well with fresh tears. "I love you."

"Love you too baby. My angel."

We all waved as we headed towards the gate for our train. She still stood when the train pulled away from the station. We found our seats and plopped down into the cushy seats. Jo and I started at each other from across the aisle and I felt tears burn my eyes. Turning away, Johanna noticed my discomfort and brought up a new subject.

"I was surprised that Josh didn't come this morning." She said.

"Nah. I didn't think he was going to. We talked about it last night, and he said that if he left the house once more to come to my parent's house, Emily was going to throw a fit and the last thing he needed was to get an earful from his father."

"I see." Jo said.

"However, I told him I would keep it touch and call him to say hello. I know he has is own life now, and I'm not really apart of it anymore." I smiled thinking of the past week.

"What about this past week?" Jo asked, as if reading my mind.

"Well, it was fun, ya know, but I don't think he has the feelings I do for him. Or the feelings I had for him."

"Who knows," Johanna said. "You never know what can happen in the future."

"Very true." I closed my eyes and slept the rest of the way home.

By the time we got back to our apartment, all the stress that had left us while we were away came rushing back. The apartment still stank like liquor and the place was a mess. It was also deserted.

"Thank god no one else is here." Johanna said, dumping her bags on her bed. "I don't think I could have handled the questions."

"I hear ya." I said, also dropping my bags onto my bed. There was a note from one of the other girls who shared the apartment with us, saying she was at the club, working for Romeo. Romeo owned 2 strip clubs, and when his regular dancers was on the rag or had cramps, he often made one of us fill in. The note said that Romeo wanted to see both of us as soon as we got back, so we dressed in our street clothes and headed back out.

We made it a few blocks and entered into the Kitty Kat, the larger of the two clubs Romeo owned and managed. Carlos was at the door and smiled brightly when he saw us. Sweeping grandly as we entered the door, he slapped Johanna playfully on the ass as she walked by.

"Hey!" Jo said, jumping forward with the force.

"Looking good, baby!" Carols said, nodding his head in approval. "I need some tension released." Johanna smiled sweetly.

"How much you got big boy?" She said. "For 200, you can take me in the office and do me over the desk."

"Yeah?" Carlos said, a look of eagerness glinting into his eyes. "You serious?" 

"Hell yeah, baby." Jo said, sliding a hand up his arms and into his dark hair. "Wanna go?"

"Let me get someone to watch the door." Carlos paused. "For an extra 50, can she watch?" He said pointing to me.

"For you Carlos, anything you want." Johanna said. In a few moments another bouncer named Mike took the post at the door and Johanna and I followed Carlos into the office. It was small, but enough room to accommodate the three of us. As soon as the door was closed, Carlos started taking off his belt.

"I want you to bend over there." He said pointing to the desk at Johanna. "And you, Angel, sit in the chair. Naked." Johanna took off her clothes and leaned over the desk, he ass waving in the air. I took a seat in the rolling chair and crossed my legs.

"No, not like that." Carlos said, stepping out of his jeans. "Spread them. I want to see your pussy while I fuck her." I smiled and obediently draped one leg over each side of the chair. I rubbed my cunt with the palm of my hand and Johanna giggled.

Taking Johanna's ass in his hands, the huge bulge of his cock was oozing precum and he whacked it against her bare ass a few times. Carlos was beginning to penetrate the huge head of his dick into her, and she spread the lips of her pussy with her fingers. Carlos grunted, easing the shaft into her.

I stuck my fingers into my mouth, moistening them to enter my own pussy. I always was a voyeur, and seeing Johanna getting it from the back was turning me on I was already dripping. I slid my middle finger into my pussy slowly, enjoying the stretching feeling it was giving me. I moaned, tweaking my hard nipples at the same time. Carlos began sliding more easily into Johanna, her slit now becoming wet and slippery. I licked my lips, and wiggled my tongue out, making Carlos increase his speed in Johanna. Although he was fucking her, his attention was on me. I loved it.

"For an extra 50, I'll lick her clit." Johanna said in between breaths. "Do you want me to eat her Carlos?" She asked.

"Fuck yeah. I want to fuck you while you eat her cunt." Carlos withdrew quickly, making a sucking noise as his cock exited Johannes hole. I stood and she moved a few steps back to allow me to sit on the desk and then lean back. The desk was the perfect height to allow access for everyone to enjoy the sex and the view. When I got situated, Johanna spread the lips of my pussy with her fingers and traced the lips with her finger.

"Your so smooth." Johanna exclaimed. I smiled when I felt the first touch of her tongue on my clit. I arched into her mouth, sensitive to her touch. I felt her buck when Carlos reentered her, seemingly going at full force. I moaned loudly, mostly for Carlos's sake, but because it did feel really good. Johanna was the only girl I knew that ate pussy like this. She knew when to suck my clit, when it slid her tongue up it and when to plunge deep into my hole.

"Fuck me Carlos!" Johanna screamed straitening her arms and pushing back into his cock. "God, I'm gonna cum Carlos!" She yelled louder. I leaned forward so my face was inches from hers, and traced her lips, still wet from my pussy juice with my tongue. I held her face to mine and kissed her deeply, tasting myself on her mouth.

"I'm gonna bust!" Carlos said, now furiously banging into Jo.

"Cum in her cunt, Carlos! Cum in her deep!" I said from my perch on the desk.

"Here. It. Goes!" Carlos said, ramming deep into Johanna's hole one last time. He stood jerking for a few seconds, but eventually withdrew from her hole. Johanna stood up, and used the paper towel on the desk to wipe quickly before putting her clothes back on. I slid off the desk and also put my clothes back on, knowing we would have to find Romeo at some point tonight. 

"Hope that was worth your 300 bucks." Johanna said to Carlos, was had lit a cigarette and offered one to each of us. He took 3 long drags off of his before bending to pull his pants back up.

"That was worth every fucking cent." He said contentedly. He reached for his wallet and pulled out three 100-dollar bills. "I can't wait for next time." He said, tightening his belt.

I smiled and tucked the bills into my small purse and when Jo had her bra in place, I opened the door. Carlos preceded us and relieved Mike at the door moments later. Smiling at Jo, I veered off to the left in search of Romeo.

"Some times he can be such an asshole." I said, looking back watching Carlos pat down an incoming customer.

"Tell me about it." Jo said. "But he has one of the best cocks I think I have ever had. That mother fucker is fine!" 

"That is true." I said, "but where in the hell is Romeo?"

Umm..." Johanna said while glancing around, looking for him. I spotted him by the bar, running his hand up the leg of a woman I didn't know. 

"There he is." I said pointing.

We walked over to the bar and said hi to a few of the girls selling drinks as we pasted them. Romeo almost snarled at us as we approached him, and removed his stubby hand from the woman's thigh. 

"Nice to see you back so soon." He said sarcastically. "I hope you had a wonderful time in lala land."

"It was fine Romeo." I said wanting to get away as soon as possible. "What do you need?"

" I need the two of you to fill in tonight here. One of the girls OD'd last night and another is recovering from an abortion. She should be back in a few days, but until then," He said standing and wrapping an arm around each of our shoulders, "I need you two to dance."

Shuddering, I stepped away from Romeo and his greasy paws. At this point, I would do anything than let him touch me, and I think I preferred dancing to hooking tonight, especially since I just got back from vacation.

"Fine," I said, grapping Johanna's hand. "We'll be ready in 30 minutes." I tugged her away from Romeo's grip. We could feel him leering at us as we made our way back stage, and I shuddered again. He gave me the fucking creeps!

We changed and made our way on stage. It was set up like a big triangle, with a poll at each point. Johanna took the center poll and I took the one to the left. The crowd was generous tonight and the club was full. After 10 minutes, we had each made over 200 bucks.

"Wow," Johanna said, when we got back to the dressing room. "We made out like bandits."

Johanna flipped her hair over her head and peeled off her thong. Standing naked now, she reached for the slithery dress she was wearing to offer lap dances to the customers. She eventually pulled the thongs back on, and added a bracelet.

"Lets get a drink. I think James is working the bar tonight. He knows how to make them the way we like them." I said. "I could so use a drink right now."

"I agree!" Johanna said walking towards the door to the dressing room. "I haven't seen him in like for ever." Her eyes twinkled. "Ya know, I think he is the only person that we haven't fucked yet in this club."

"I never realized that." I said, skirting the stage stairs on the way to the bar.

"I think sometime in the future we need to have a little private party with James." I answered by nodding my head and Johanna strung her arm through mine and we took the 2 empty seats at the end. James's eyes lit up when he saw us, nodding and took two glasses from under the bar to fill it with our favorite liquor. This would be an interesting evening after all.



Angel Ch. 07



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Angel, I made a New Year's Resolution, and I hope you'll help me keep it." 

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

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

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

"More than willing. I'd love to have you do it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Angel Ch. 08



The following week, Pennsylvania:

It was the Tuesday a week after Angel left, and Josh sat on the couch watching the basketball game while Emily was baking something in the kitchen. Every now and then he would let out a hoot or a holler when someone from the team he was rooting for made a basket. Emily had gone through the trouble to make him a sandwich and bring him a beer the moment he came home from the office.

He was still in his pressed shirt and the tie was hanging off the arm of the couch. Only the side table lamp was on and it was starting to get dark outside. Intent on the game, Josh never heard the phone ring until Emily brought it to him.

"Its Owen." She said, handing him the phone.

"Hey man, what's up?" Josh said into the receiver.

"Nothing J man. Getting a group of guys together for Max's Bachelor party this weekend."

"Oh yeah? What's the plan?"

"Some of the guys wanted to go away, like a retreat thing. Wanted to get some suggestions."

"Huh. Well, do we want booze and babes, or hunting and camping?"

"The majority vote is for the booze and women."

"What about a weekend in Baltimore?" Josh regretted suggesting this the moment it came out of his mouth. He wasn't really sure what made him say it except for the fact that he knew Angel lived there.

"Damn Josh, that's a hell of an idea. We could hit some of the strip joints, stay at one of the hotels at the harbor. The wife and me visited there last year. Not too shabby."

"Well, uh, or we could go over to the beach side of Delaware." Josh hoped the second suggestion would be taken instead.

"Hell no, we should go to Baltimore. Max will get a kick out of that!"

"Well, whatever O. Just let me know what the final plan is. I can get away for anything, and welcome the opportunity to do as often as possible."

"Shit Josh, you haven't been married even 5 months yet and already you are running from the old lady. Just wait until the brat gets there."

"Ha ha. Just call me back with the details." Josh hung up the phone as Emily returned to the living room with a tray of brownies. 

"What was that about?" She asked, setting the plate on the table.

"Owen is throwing a Bachelor party for Max. Wants to go away for the weekend. The beach or something."

"I don't want you to go away for the whole weekend, Josh." Emily said in a whining voice. "I have a doctors appointment on Saturday and I still haven't been feeling well. I wish you would stay here."

"I'll think about it Em, but as part of the bridal party, I do have certain obligations." Josh had no intentions of staying home this weekend, but in order to pacify Emily, he said what he could to smooth it over.

"Well, I wish you wouldn't go." Emily said grumpily as she sat down next to Josh and propped her feet up on the table. Josh reached for her hand and sat in silence for a few minutes. Slowly, he started rubbing her thigh and moved his hand over to the place where her love hole was hidden under a small pregnant belly.

He massaged lightly, feeling friction build and the heat spread. He hadn't fucked since Angel left, and it had been months since he had fucked his wife. He was horny and he wanted a piece of ass, even if it wasn't Angel.

He leaned over, nuzzling Emily's neck, kissing her sloppily and allowing his other hand to grope her breasts. She turned her head to kiss him back and his mouth mashed her, his tongue darting into her mouth. She moaned a distressed sound that Josh took as an okay to precede. Angel liked it rough, and having that with her, made him want it now with Emily. 

He slipped his hands into her elastic pants and began massaging the top of her mound. He found the clit swollen and he rubbed it ferociously all the while kissing her hard. He managed to pop a button off her shirt and he heard it tinkle across the room as his hand made it into her bra. Emily's breasts were large globes that seemed heavier now that she was pregnant, and Josh liked that. He leaned over and took the nipple into his mouth, biting hard.

"Ouch!" Emily complained, pulling back. "Be careful!"

Growling almost playfully, Josh popped open the rest of Emily's shirt to expose both breasts. She began to squirm under his hands and Josh could feel his cock pressing tightly against his trousers. Emily eventually stayed still, allowing her husband to paw at her body. He began to slide her pants off and she began to cry. Josh stopped, and sighing in frustration, threw up his hands.

"What now?" he asked

"Why...why do you have to be so rough?" She asked, wiping her face with the back of her hand.

"Em, I'm not being rough, I just want to fuck and I hate that I have to get you 'in the mood' every time I want to stick my cock in you." Emily retracted as if she had been hit. Josh had never talked to her that way, and the shocked look on her face softened Josh for a moment.

"Look, I want to make love to you and I wish you felt the same."

"I do too," she said tersely. "But right now, I just don't feel like doing that."

"God, when do you ever? Before we got married I couldn't keep you off me. Now all of a sudden your like a fucking nun!" He said, his voice starting raise.

"I am sooo sorry I am pregnant and find sex repulsing. Really, I did this myself right? I got my self pregnant!"

"Trust me Em, you do not want to have this conversation with me right now." Josh stood from the couch and turned to leave the room. "You won't like how it ends." 

Josh left the living room and the basketball game behind. He grabbed his laptop and thundered up the stairs. He needed to clear his head, need to stop seeing red and goddamn it, needed to get off. The boner in his pants was still raging hard and becoming more and more uncomfortable.

Josh slammed the door to the bedroom and locked it behind. He took off his shirt and as he sat on the bed, he began thinking of Angel, her sweet ass offering him the pleasure of burying his cock deep into her pussy. Another wave of pulsation circulated through his cock and he unzipped his pants to release the pressure.

His cock sprang free, and the head was swollen and almost purple, ready to explode. God, he needed to have her. He needed to get off. He took off his pants and boxers, now standing nude except for his socks. Checking again to make sure the door was in fact locked, he made his way back to the bed and leaned against the headboard, spreading his legs slightly. 

Slowly, he began thinking of Angel, her tits, her ass, her sweet little cunt. He imagined himself spreading the lips of her pussy, tasting her little bud and dipping his tongue into her hole. He began to stroke his cock, using the beads of precum to slide his fingers more easily over the tip. He thought of sliding his rod into her opening, slowly at first and listening to her moan his name. He imagined nibbling her nipples, pulling them taught against his mouth, sucking them all the way in.

Pumping harder now, his hand slid effortlessly over his knob, stretching the skin tight at the top. He closed his eyes and imagined Angel ridding him, her tits bouncing in his face, her ass making a slapping noise when she hit his balls. He was so close now, ready to explode at last. He imagined her kneeling in front of him, her mouth working his nuts, licking the shaft and taking the head into her mouth. With a few more yanks he cam hard, spurting the white cream onto his stomach.

Sighing, he relaxed the grip on his cock and stood, careful not to leak cum onto the bed. He flicked on the light in the bathroom and took a towel from the shelf and wiped the jiz clean from his body. He started the shower and when the temperature was right, he stood under the spray, and finally feeling relaxed.

When he got out and had dried off, he heard the phone ring again and grabbed it from the cradle next to the nightstand.

"Hello?" Josh said.

"Hey man, its Owen. We have a plan."

"What's the plan?"

"We are totally going to Baltimore on Friday. Staying at the Hyatt at the harbor."

"Who's coming?" Josh said pulling on lounge pants.

"Yours truly, Max of course, Nic, Evan, Trey and you."

"Man, that's gonna be a blast."

"Hell yeah! Limo is coming at 3, so be ready my man."

"Will be. See ya then."

Josh hung up the phone and headed downstairs. He took his blanket and a pillow along with his laptop back down to the den and made up camp. He figured that Emily would be sleeping alone in their bed tonight, but at least he could beat her to the punch and make his bed on the couch before she asked him to.

******

Friday couldn't come soon enough for Josh. Thursday night he started packing for the weekend away and over the last few days had grown considerably calmer, knowing he would soon be in the town where Angel lives. Of course, he didn't know once he got there if he could find her, or wanted to find her. But he did want to find her. He just wasn't sure if he would be able to.

On Thursday, he called Angel's mom and asked casually if she knew where Angel and Johanna lived or worked or their phone numbers. Curiously, Angel's mom didn't have a clue. This made it quite difficult for Josh to find them if he did decide to go hunting for her. Aside from searching every dental office in town, his chances of finding her were slim.

By 3 pm on Friday, he was ready to go and the limo arrived right on time. He was the last to be picked up since he lived on the edge of town and in the direction of southbound lanes out of PA. He hauled himself into the seat and was handed a beer. He slapped high fives with his friends closest to his seat and nodded to the others. The limo lurched away and the rowdy boys hollered loudly. Relaxing a few degrees more after each mile of PA fell behind, Josh began to enjoy the time with his friends.

Several hours later, the limo pulled into the lot of the hotel and the guys removed themselves on woozy legs and Owen checked them into the hotel. The male boding and rowdiness continued up to the 12th floor and into the elaborate suite that Owen had reserved for their weekend of fun.

"Holy shit O!" Max, the groom to be exclaimed. "This is fucking great!"

"Yeah man," Nic said from the living room. "They left mad booze in the bar!"

Owen beamed at the attention his planning was being paid, and one by one they gave Owen a high five. 

"So, gentlemen, let the fun begin!" Hoots and hollers ensued after Owen's last comment and a flurry of excitement roused the group again. The guys changed into night wear and made their way down to the lobby of the hotel. The 6 boys waited while the limo circled around the block for the last time and came to a stop at the front of the hotel. Once again they were on their way.

"Well, what's the first stop?" Evan said. He pushed his brown unruly hair out of his eyes.

"My man Fred!" Owen said shouting to the front of the limo to the driver. "Where can we see some ass around here?"

"Well, do you want to see ladies in bikinis, or ladies in the buff?" Fred said, glancing in the rear view mirror.

"In the buff!" The 6 guys said together from the back.

"In that case," Fred said, switching lanes, "you need to go to the Gold Club. Hot women and cold beer, my friends."

"On to the Gold Club, then." Max said. 

The rest of the night was spent drinking and getting as close to the girls as possible. They each paid for a lap dance for Max and although the girls were smoking hot, they weren't putting out. Owen was slightly disturbed at this, since he was the man in charge this weekend, and he wanted his friends to get laid and have a good time.

On the ride home, Fred asked how it was and if he was right.

"Hell yeah!" Josh said, drunk and slurring his words. "Just tell me one thing, where can we get some ass? Real ass?"

"Yeah man!" Nic said, suddenly looking concerned. "We are here to par-tey!"

"My friends!" Fred said, "I will not steer you wrong! Tomorrow night we go to The Block where all the good shit is if you'd like. And I just so happen to know a man who knows some girls who will come to the hotel and dance. If you catch my drift!" 

"Hell yeah, Fred! Bring it on!" Trey said grabbing another beer.

When they finally got back to the hotel, all except Owen stumbled into the lobby. He exchanged the information with Fred for the name and number of the guy to get the stripper for the following night. Owen was dead set about making this weekend memorable for all of his friends.

*

Saturday came for the boys with too bright light and pounding headaches. Groggily, they all dressed and finally managed to get out of the hotel by noon. The wandered to the harbor and ate lunch at the notorious Hooters and drank from the pitcher that caused them pain the night before.

"Man," Evan said, picking up a wing. "Last night was a trip!"

"For sure." Trey said, eyeing the young girl in the fluorescent orange shorts. "My head is killing me."

"You're telling me!" Max said. "I am just glad I actually remember getting those ball rubs last night. What fun would it be if I couldn't remember that?"

Josh laughed and Owen motioned for another pitcher of beer to be brought. He cleared his throat. The guys around the table quit bitching about their hangovers and gave Owen their attention.

"While you pussies were puking your guts up this morning, I got a hold of our pleasure source for this evening." Owen enjoyed the fact that his friends were now paying close attention to his every word. "The stripper will be ascending our hotel room at 9 tonight for entertainment. I have taken care of the fundage needed to cover her flat rate, but anything extra," he paused and looked them each in the eye, "Is yours to pay. Understand?"

The boys nodded their heads. Josh spoke up. "And, uh, who is this guy who is setting this up?"

"Some dick named Romeo. He was a real ass on the phone." Owen said.

"Romeo?" Josh scrunched up his face. He thought this name sounded familiar but couldn't place it. He knew he had heard it before, and recently, but he couldn't for the life of him remember.

"Yup. Said he was sending one of his best dancers." Owen made quotation marks in the air to emphasize. "Yeah, if that's what you call them." He snickered.

The conversation waned and they wrapped up lunch. Set with a long night ahead of themselves and too tired to comprehend doing anything else, they made their way back to the hotel for a quick dip in the indoor heated pool and then back to the room for an afternoon siesta. 

At 9 pm sharp, a call came from the front desk and when Owen put down the phone in their spacious living room in the suite, he was excited.

"She's here boys!" He said loudly, causing the guys to scurry from their rooms and from the kitchen. Owen left out of the room and impatiently waited for the elevator to take him to the first floor. When the doors opened he searched franticly for the hot piece of ass the guy Romeo promised. Sure enough, a smoking brunette was standing at the front desk. Her long legs were showing underneath her lightweight coat.

Being nonchalant, Owen went directly to the information desk and said that he had a guest waiting for him. Before the concierge could respond, the brunette turned and stuck out her hand to him.

"My name is Amber. I believe we have business." She smiled seductively at Owen and he returned her smile. He led her to the elevators and rode in silence to the 12th floor. He held the door for her to exit first and watched her tight little ass sash shay past him. He could feel a tingle in his pants, but settled himself before entering the room.

Amber smiled when she saw all the handsome men before her. She took off her jacket to reveal a white nurses uniform complete with stethoscope. Cheers rang out from the boys and Amber raised her hand.

"Alright boys, this is how we are going to play this game." She put her hand on her hips and smiled again. "First, who is the husband to be?"

Max raised his hand as if he was being held up. The others clapped and shouted. Amber raised her hand again.

"Settle down boys! Okay, you," she said pointing to Max, "I want you in the middle. Can someone find this hot stud a chair?" Trey and Nic raced to the kitchen and found a chair and placed it in the middle of the room. Max eagerly sat down.

Amber moved easily to where the stereo was positioned under the TV and flicked through the stations until she found some club music. Moving her hips slowly at first, she began to dance. The boys took seats on the several sofas and watched.

She moved towards Max, snaking her hands over his muscular shoulders and through his hair. Her tits grazed his head, and he could feel the soft mounds on his back. He began to feel a stir in his pants and Amber was quick to notice. She slid a hand to his crotch, and massaged his cock through his pants. Max grinned and looked to his friends who were giving him thumbs up signs. Amber stood in front of Max now and took his hands and placed them on her breasts.

"You like that?" She asked. "Why don't you take off my shirt and see what's under here, hum?"

Max enthusiastically began pulling the snaps apart, each one more strained against her chest than the one before. Soon enough the shirtdress was open to expose a white lace bra and matching thong, held up by a garter belt. Amber straddled Max's lap and began to slowly gyrate on his cock. Instinctively Max held his hands to his sides, not wanting to break the number one rule of lap dances.

"Baby, this is an all access show. You can touch anything you want." Amber said, sliding Max's left hand to her tit. He grinned again and used his other hand in the same way, tentatively; afraid she would rescind the offer. When Amber only threw back her head and moaned he became braver.

"Take it off!" Owen yelled.

"Yeah, man, we want to see!" Trey also said, chiming in excitedly.

Max, egged on by his friends reached behind her hot body and unsnapped her lacy bra. He tits sprang free and with a push of his hands, Max dropped both her bra and the dress to the floor. Amber leaned closer to Max, rubbing her erect nipples in his face, brushing them against his lips. He looked at her questioningly but she only nodded. He took one of the nipples into his mouth and bit gently.

"Oh, baby!" She moaned, grinding harder against his crotch. "That feels so good!"

Max, more forward now, began roaming his hands over her body, and rocking his hips into hers. The boy watching were now excited enough that their erections were evident through their pants, and Evan had even slid his hand into his pants.

"Looks like your friends like me." Amber said.

"Hell yeah! But I get you first right?" Max asked concerned for a moment.

"For sure baby. You get my pussy first." Amber smiled wickedly and then stood. She turned around and snapped her ass into his face. Laughing, Max slapped her rump, which resounded with a loud smacking sound. Another rouse of laughter came from the boys on the couch. Slowly, Amber slid her thong off her ass with the hooks of her thumbs. Following the beat of the music, the thong dropped to the floor. 

Amber slinky leaned over Max's lap and undid his pants. Like a spring, his cock sprang out of his lap and his full 9 inches were exposed. He drew in a breath when she sucked the head into her mouth. She licked her lips and smiled.

"We have a live one here boys." She said. Returning to her work, she wiggled her ass as she bobbed her head up and down. On the couch, Evan and Nic had dropped their pants below their hips and their meat was hanging out. Slowly they were stroking their cocks, intently watching Amber suck Max's dick.

Standing, Amber now re-straddled Max and slowly impaled herself on his shaft. Max rolled his eyes back into his head and moaned. Josh had removed his pants completely and so did Owen. All 4 of the other boys were leaning on the edge of the couches eying the sex happening in the middle of the room. 




Angel Ch. 08



This is the most recent chapter in the story of Angel Jones, a beautiful T-girl in London. Much of this chapter appears under the name "Lauren's Hot Date", but I have added many more details.

*

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. 




Angel Ch. 08



Amber began to bounce on Max's lap, using her legs as a springboard. Max helped, by keeping his hands firmly on her ass, helping her rise and fall on his tremendous cock. She held the back of his head, gripping his hair tightly. She moaned sweetly and her increasing wetness only fueled Max's passion. 

He worked a finger into her ass, and although it was tight, he knew that it wasn't tight enough to take a cock. Pulsing in time with her bounces, he worked his finger up to the knuckle. While his wife to be was a hottie and ready to please Max in any way, she had strictly prohibited him for entering her anus. Max was always understanding of her wishes, but with Amber's ass lubed and ready to go, he wanted to shove his meat right into her brown hole. At least he can do it before he gets married.

One by one, the boys, Evan, Owen, Trey, Nic and Josh had been drawn closer to the chair like moths to flame. They knew that Max was the man of honor for this trip, but to know that they were all going to get a piece of Amber's hot ass was enough to make them restless. The closest, Owen, reached out and pinched one of Amber's nipples. His lips wrapped around the bud and sucked hard, drawing in tightly into his mouth. Amber moaned and leaned in his direction.

The others decided it was time to get into the action. Josh reached out and touched her ass, feeling the smoothness of it. Nic played with the brown ring of her ass hole and replaced Max's finger with 2 of his. Trey stood to the left of Max's chair and was deliberately stroking his penis. Amber saw this and reached for it with her hand. She pulled him close to be able to take it in her mouth. 

Bobbing her head on his cock, Trey pulled her hair back to watch his dick disappear into her hot mouth. She expertly keeps rhythm with Max, ridding his cock almost feverishly. Max felt his release coming, but wanted to hold off until he could sink his dick into her ass.

"Who wants a go?" Max asked to his circle of friends.

Evan, the closest, raised his hand quickly. Easily switching positions, Amber led Evan to the couch and, like Max, straddled his cock. Before another guy had a chance, Max was at her back.

"If you don't mind Evan, I'd like to give it to her ass while she fucks you."

"Hey man," Evan said, seething between bounces of Amber's pussy, "What ever make you happy, as long as this bitch doesn't stop riding me."

Accepting that as affirmative, Max stood on the outside of Evans legs. He held his pussy soaked cock in his left hand and gently guided the tip into Amber's ass.

"Oh, you fucking stud!" Amber cried. "Stick it up my ass. I want to be filled with you boys by the time I leave."

Needing no more prodding, Max rammed the head and half the shaft into the tight opening. Amber screamed and grabbed Evan's chest.

"Oh fuck me!" She yelled.

Working his way in deeper, Max crammed his cock into the stripper. She began to move on her own, fucking both cocks at the same time.

"I...still...have...room...for...one...more..." She said breathily. Nic leapt from the far side on the couch and walked behind it to allow Amber to suck in his manhood. He rocked his hips back and forth, creating a friction that was hot and wet.

To the side, Josh and Trey were jacking off to the scene in front of them. They all knew that what happed in this room stayed here, and they were not afraid of being naked or sexual in each other's presence, although they were never sexual with each other. Moments later, Max arched his back and for the first time that night, released a load of cum into the whores ass. He stayed a second longer and then withdrew from his position. It was filled almost instantly by Trey, who was, it seemed, next in line.

Energetically Trey slammed into her, holding her shoulders for leverage as he assaulted her asshole. All the while, Amber moaned and verbally encouraged them to fuck her harder. It seemed almost at once that Evan and Trey came inside Amber, each almost feeling the release of the other. Amber waited a second.

"Okay, that's 3 down and 3 to go." Amber said after being released from the clutches of Evan and Trey. "Who's next?" Josh and Owen stepped forward after contemplating their course of action. It was decided that Josh would fuck her from the back while Amber sucked Owen off. Owen took position on the couch while Amber stood and turned around and got down on all fours. Josh was right behind her, prepping her pussy with his fingers.

When he was ready, Josh slid his cock into Amber's pussy and even if it seemed a little loose, it settled around his thick cock within a few strokes. His thrusts into her set up the motion of her mouth around Owens dick, which was almost being swallowed by the talented Amber. Owen placed his hand on her head, feeling the back of her throat. Josh slapped her ass and watched as the meat jiggled perfectly. 

Josh held onto her with his right hand and began to work his thumb into her ass hole, which was still leaking cum from his friends. He twirled it around and once in awhile plunged it in. The sensation was driving Amber crazy, and she was so close to cumming.

"God, who ever is back there, please fuck me harder. I am gonna cum and I'm going to do it all over your cock!" Amber cried out before returning her attention to the prick in front of her. Owen was grateful because he could feel his balls start to swell and the feeling of cumming was sneaking up on him. In a few more lustful sucks, he had reached the point of no return. Rather than have the bitch swallow his jiz, he wanted to see it splattered all over her face. He jerked the cock from her warm mouth the instant the white cream began to squirt.

"Fuck!" Owen cried, watching the cum splash over her mouth and chin. Amber licked what she could with her mouth and the rest she smeared with her hand. Now able to concentrate on her own orgasm, she pressed back into Josh and repeated her commands to fuck harder and deeper. Josh, filling her over and over again, pumped harder, listening to Amber squeal like a kettle. He felt her vagina muscles contract around his organ, which sent him over the edge. He pulled out to allow his cum to squirt and dribble down her creamy ass. 

Relived finally, Josh stood from his position on the floor to allow Nic a go. By now, Max had regained his full raging erection, and was teasing Amber's face with the length. Easing away from the group fuck feast, he slid into the bedroom to retrieve his lounge pants and a t-shirt. He knew the night wasn't over, but he needed a cigarette after that.

He quietly slid out of the hotel room and waited patiently for the elevator, tapping the cig on the lighter, packing the tobacco hard. Once he made it outside, a rush of cool air felt good against his skin. Taking the first drag, he closed his eyes and then slowly exhaled. 

A car horn caught his attention to the right and Josh could see a Mercedes parked just out from under a street lamp. For a moment he thought he would have to stage a rescue to a hopefully cute girl, but he saw the 2 figures in the front seat turn to one when the person in the passenger seat disappeared. Josh blinked and then laughed when he realized that the passenger was obviously giving her boyfriend or husband a blowjob.

It didn't make sense to Josh that a woman would do this out in the street when, by judging from the car, the man could afford to stay at the hotel that his back was to. Until it dawned on Josh that it probably wasn't the mans girlfriend or wife, but a mistress or at worst, a woman like the one the boys had upstairs. He laughed to himself and hoped that the man was at least enjoying the favors of a local Baltimore hooker as much as he had just been.

Before Josh finished his cigarette and mashed it out into the sidewalk, the passenger door opened and the overhead light came on. Josh, trying to be nonchalant about peeping on the man and his cocksucker, turned to go into the building. He stopped though, and looked back at the parked car. He was curious to know what this man had paid for. He hopped that she was at least as good looking as Amber was.

When the passenger finally got out of the car she tucked the bills she had just made into her bra. Josh could make out the figure and made her out to be very attractive indeed. What caught his eye the most though was the way she stood to straiten her skirt. And the way she flipped her hair. And the way she lit the cigarette she was now holding. It reminded him of someone.

Angel.

Josh for a second couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was it true? No, it couldn't be he thought. But yes, as she walked towards the hotel Josh could make out Angel's distinct features and posture. He had just witnessed Angel, a Baltimore hooker, giving a man a blowjob in a car for a quick 20 bucks. With anger and with a fear of being discovered by her, Josh quickly turned and entered the hotel, making a beeline for the elevator. 

Josh was going to have to put a stop to this. And Brian was the one who was going to help him.



Angel Ch. 09



The weekend had taken an ugly turn in Baltimore when Josh spotted Angel leaving the car of some dirty old man. At the time Josh didn’t want to confront her, although he wanted to strangle her for not telling him in the first place. The week she was visiting at home was nothing but sweet memories for him, but now he thought she was only playing him, or worse, getting back at him for being a shitty guy to her all those years ago. 

Josh was so confused and angry that by the time he made his way back into the hotel room he didn’t even have a desire to fuck the stripper Amber again, even though most of his friends were on their 2nd or 3rd go round with her. He sulked off into the corner of the kitchen and poured a drink of scotch and shot it down easily. 

While watching the romp in the other room, it came to Josh where he heard the name Romeo before. The name that Owen had said was the guy who gave them Amber for the night. Romeo. The name Angel said was her boss and who said she could only have a week off. Romeo, the guy who she made reference to as the prince. Romeo, the fucker who had suckered a sweet innocent girl like Angel into a world of dark night walking.

Josh slammed the glass on the counter and swore under his breath. If Romeo was in charge of Angel, and of Amber, then Amber surely knew Angel. Josh knew that he had to talk to Amber as soon as she was finished in the living room. He had to find out where she was and he was going drag her ass out of Baltimore if it killed him.

Thinking quickly, he picked up his cell phone from the microwave and went into one of the far bedrooms and flipped it open. The bluish light was bright in the dark room as he scrolled through the address book for a number. He glanced at his watch and even though it was going on midnight, he knew Brian would still be up. He hit send and the call was connected. After several rings, Brian picked up.

“Hello?” 

“Brain, man, you awake?” Josh asked as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Hey Josh. What's up?”

“Listen, I'm in Baltimore with Max and some friends.”

“Ah, right, right. Bachelor party.”

“Yeah, listen man, I need some help.”

“Help? With what? Run outta ones?” Brian laughed on the other end of the phone.

“No dumb ass, I saw something down here.”

“I hope so.” 

“Listen, for the last time Bri,” Josh said becoming irritated. “I saw Angel.”

“Wow! That’s, like, a one in a million deal, especially since my mom doesn’t know where she is.”

“That’s the thing, I saw her by accident.”

“So? What's the problem then?”

“She’s a hooker, man.” Josh said this in almost a whisper, although he didn’t think his friends would hear over the music and screams of pleasure from Amber. Brian was silent.

“Brian? You there?”

“Yeah dude, but are you sure? I mean - “

“Trust me, it was her.”

“Well, what do you need me for then?”

“I need you to come down here and help me find her. And Johanna.”

Brian let out a long breath. It hadn’t occurred to him until that second that if Angel was hooker, it was possible the Johanna was too. It also explained why his sister and Johanna were close enough to do those oh so wonderful things to each other.

“Josh, I am getting dressed as we speak, okay? I’ll be there in like, 3 hours.”

“You can wait until morning you know.” Josh said 

“Nah, I’m coming now. I’m gonna take your car though, cool?”

“Whatever man, just get here. I can’t do this by myself.”

“I’ll call when I get into the city.”

Josh snapped the phone shut and then stretched out on the bed. He was tired and his buzz was gone, even though the scotch made him feel warm all over. When it sounded as if the boys finally calming down, he poked his head out into the living room and took in the scene. Owen was sprawled on the carpet, a pillow under his head. Nic and Max had each taken a couch and Trey and Evan occupied the chairs. Amber was counting cash on the table in the kitchen, drinking a beer. She smiled when Josh walked in.

“Hey baby. Did you enjoy yourself? I missed you.” She took a sip of beer and stacked the cash.

“Sorry about that, wanted to get some fresh air and I think I just drank too much last night.”

“I understand, trust me. However, you do need to pay up for the time you did spend with me.” She smiled sweetly and held out her hand. “Each of the boys kicked in 150.00 including a tip.”

Josh removed himself from the kitchen and came back with a stack of 20s. In total it was 300 bucks but he wanted to get some information from Amber first. He held half the money in one hand and half in the other. He sat again across from her.

“Here is what I owe you.” Josh said tossing the neat bills in her direction. “And here is another 150 if you can do something for me.” Amber’s eyes lit up at the extra money.

“What do you want to do baby?” She asked, slipping back into moneymaker mode.

“I want to ask some questions. About Romeo.” Instantly, Amber froze, a cold look passing over her face.

“I don’t know who your talking about.” Amber said stubbornly.

“Yes you do. He is your boss, or pimp if you want to call him that. But I know you know him.” Amber sighed as Josh waved the bills in her face.

“What do you want to know?”

“I want to know about some of his other girls. Girls like you.”

“What, you don’t like me?” she said pouting.

“I think you’re a doll, but I am looking for a specific girl. Actually two.”

“What do you like? Blondes, red heads? Bondage? I know Romeo has girls like that.”

“That’s not exactly what I meant. I think I know 2 girls that work for him.” Josh tossed a bill to Amber and she greedily snatched it off the table and stacked it with the others. “For each answer I like I’ll give you another bill okay?” Amber nodded her head.

“Well, okay. But Romeo doesn’t like it when we become buddies with the customers.”

“Deal.” Josh said. “Now, lets get down to business.”

Amber answered all of Josh’s questions and then some. He learned that Romeo owned several clubs and was overall a real sleaze ball. Owen was probably right when he said he was an ass, because the way Amber was talking, he knew snakes that were better off than he was. Near the end of the conversation he got what he had wanted to hear; Johanna and Angel were in fact hookers. For an extra 20 bucks, Amber even gave him their address.

Brian made his way into the city in record time. He had his cell phone in his hand and ready to call Josh as the clock changed to 3:57am. The entire ride down, Brian thought of his sister and of Johanna. He wasn’t really angry that she was a hooker, he was just angry that she didn’t tell him. Jealousy sneaks up on a man, and Brian was seeing green.

As far as Brian was concerned, Jo belonged to him and had in fact broken up with Lacey in hopes of being with Johanna, if and when he could get her back. He thought he was in love with her and wanted to be with her, even now, knowing what it is she does. Unfortunately, she had refused to give him a number or address, so in a way, this was a blessing in disguise for him. Brian dialed Josh’s number and it was picked up on the first ring.

“Brian?” Josh asked, even though he knew it was him.

“Hey man, I’m on 95 south. Tell me where to go from here.”

Josh gave directions to Brian as best he could remember. Amber had long gone and Josh had been occupying himself with TV and shots. The boys had long gone to bed and none asked why he was still up. He didn’t tell them Brian was coming or that he saw Angel. He was going to deal with this himself.

30 minutes later Josh was waiting downstairs and within a few minutes, he saw his Xtera come fast around the corner. He could see Brian grinning in the light of the streetlamps. Rolling to a stop, Brian popped the unlock button and Josh swung himself in. He was glad to see Brian.

“Man, ain’t this some shit.” Brian said. 

“Tell me about it.” Josh replied lighting a cigarette. “But, I got an address and names and more shit than I want to know.”

“How the fuck did you get all this shit?”

“The stripper? The woman who came for Max tonight? She works for Romeo.” When Josh said that name, Brian lost most of the color in his face. Josh knew that look, and was in fact the same look that he got when he first heard his name. 

“So, what do we do from here? Should we start the witch hunt now?” Brian asked looked at the dashboard clock, which now read 4:30.

“Now is a good a time as any. I left a note in the hotel room for the rest of the boys to head home without me. I said I wasn’t feeling well and had my dad come and get me.” Josh shifted in his seat, craning to see what the next street was. “Hopefully they won’t know anything at least until I get back.”

Brian nodded his head. He had also left a note with his mom saying a friend had an emergency and that he would be back by tomorrow. Thankfully his mother trusted him and stayed out of his way. She trusted him and she trusted Angel. However warped that seemed at the minute.

It only took them 10 minutes to get over to Howard Street. Josh glared out of the window as Brian drove slowly; looking for the right address that matched the one Amber had given him. When he spotted it, he told Brian to slow and looked up to the dark row house.

“This is it.” Josh said, glancing up again. “Are you ready?”

“Fuck yeah.” Brian said getting excited. He was ready to conquer and bring his sister and Johanna home to Pennsylvania where they both belonged. He just hoped it would be without incident.

****
Johanna and I had just gotten done with our last customer for the evening. We sat at the bar once again, while James, our favorite bar tender fixed us some apple martinis. James had been one of the first people who I became friends with when I started working with Johanna. 

James was an extremely attractive black man with a physique second to none. The nice thing about James is that he always looked out for us and if we ever needed anything he did it without asking. He works the Kitty Kat and managed 2 other bars downtown and as far as we could tell, he worked off of 5 hours of sleep every night and thrived off of stress. It was almost 5am and for us the night was finally over. James smiled as he wiped a glass with a white cloth.

“Hello ladies. Can I get you something to eat?” He asked, leaning on the counter. Johanna smiled, flirting like a pro with James.

“Mm. I would love something to eat.” She said, her eyes gleaming. “What do you have to offer?”

“I have a nice desert. Lots of whipped cream.” He said back. Johanna threw back her head and laughed. James often joked with us about sexual stuff, but never asked what we did when we weren’t dancing at the club. I don’t think he wanted to know, and he was a gentleman enough not ask.

“Do you have enough to share?” She asked, reaching out to stroke my hair. I smiled back to her and then to James. I knew that Johanna had a thing for him and even I had to admit, he was the sexiest black man I had ever seen. He was stocky and built, with arms like those on football players. His eyes were deep and brown, and the goatee he wore was perfect for his chiseled jaw.

“Baby, I have enough to go around plenty.”

“In that case, lets stop talking and lets start the party.” Johanna said, and James looked around to see if anyone was around. I don’t think he believed we were making a pass, so making sure no one who would miss him, he moved from behind the bar and made a ‘follow me’ gesture to us. Taking down the last of our drinks, we followed him.

In the back room, known as the lava room to the dancers of the club, James seated us on the velvet couch. James sat in the middle with me on one side and Jo on the other. She scooted closer to him to allow him more access to her torso and legs. James splayed his hand on her thigh at first and then higher his hand went, sliding now between her legs. I played with his waistband of his pants and managed to unzip them. I saw flashes of Johanna’s thigh and saw that she wasn't wearing panties.

I moved so that I was in front of him and pulled his cock from the restraints of his pants. Its warmness filled my hand and then my mouth. He slid Jo’s skirt up to her waist and she spread her legs wider for him to gain access. Slowly James slipped his finger in and out in the same rhythm as I was sucking his dick.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips. He nudged open her shirt and with his free hand suckled her breast. The nipple was erect as he flicked it with his tongue. With my free hand I touched the inside of her thigh and rubbed my finger over her clit. As he was fingering her I quickened my speed and matched his thrust. He withdrew and shifted in order to take off his pants. As he did so, I slipped in between her legs and kissed where the juice had already been running. 

I flicked my tongue slowly over Johanna's pussy lips and separated them slowly. I dipped my tongue into the wetness and slid it up over her clit. He came around next to me, now naked and finished unbuttoning her shirt. Her large breasts spilled out and he leaned in to bite the tips. Grabbing each side of her tits, he slid his dick in-between them and moved his hips up and down, jacking his cock with chest. She tongued his cock each time it reached her mouth and the wetness made it slid easily. 

I slid one finger into Jo's tight pussy as I continued to tease her clit with my tongue. She was dripping down my finger and onto the couch. Sucking up her juice, I stood up and pushed James away and then pushed her down on her back. James, now taking the initiative, got between her legs with his cock in hand with preparation of entry. 

"Are you ready for this Johanna? Are you ready for my big dick?" James asked, pumping his cock. Johanna nodded, and motioned for me to come closer to her. I smiled when I realized what she wanted, and I positioned myself over her face and she readily flicked her tongue.

Settling down onto her mouth James slid his rod into her wet cunt. Slowly he moved inside her and as her pleasure grew so did the force of her tongue in my hole. My pussy was swollen with ecstasy, and with each pass of her mouth I got wetter. James leaned over and kissed my lips, tasting Johanna's pussy on my lips. He opened my shirt and palmed my naked breast and pinched the dark tips as he continued fucking her. She grabbed my ass and pulled me down closer as my peak was coming. 

James reached to the place where he and Johanna met and rubbed her clit methodically and pulsed until she was ready to scream. When her orgasm came, she spent herself around his dick. So as not to ignore me, she franticly sucked my little bud.

"Jo. Jo!" I screamed, reaching for a bouncing tit. "Oh god, Jo, I'm gonna cum!" I screamed almost silently as I did cum over her face. James, not wanting to ejaculate yet, slowly he withdrew himself from Johanna's pussy and playfully drug me to his lap. Johanna stood up to allow James access to me. He positioned me so that as he was sitting on the couch I sat on his cock facing away. I slid down his shaft easily and placed my legs just inside his. 

Johanna got on the floor and put her face between my legs, spreading my knees slightly. Again she slid her tongue around my clit and it was much more sensitive from my previous release. As James dicked me from the back, bouncing me on his cock, Johanna's tongue swirled in my cunt and sometimes traveling to the base of his shaft. She took James' balls in her mouth and gently sucked them one at a time. 

She returned to my clit and it seemed that I cam harder and faster than before. Shaking, I stood this time to the dismay of James, and I kissed Johanna slowly, playing my tongue against hers. I bite her lower lips and felt the warmness. I took her hand and I walked her end of the couch and found what I was looking for; one of the toys that the girls often left around for fun with the customers. It was a 12-inch strap on.

Johanna smiled and took the dildo from my hand, sliding the fake cock into her mouth. I kissed her and helped her slid it up one of my legs and fasten the side tightly. She slid to her knees and again took the cock into her mouth, deep throating easily. Pulling Johanna up, I bent her over the arm of the couch and I slapped her ass playfully. She giggled and motioned for James to come closer to her who was standing by, cock in hand, jacking off to the sight before him.

Eventually I entered her from the back and she slid her hot mouth over James' still erect cock. Slowly I started, plunging in and withdrawing, pulling her hair gently as she sucked James's massive black cock. His hands traveled to her head, holding her face while she pumped his dick. His tight abs rippled with his strain, defining each muscle. With my free hand I reached around and flicked Jo's clit, feeling the hot liquid run down my hand at the place where the huge dildo was fucking her.

She spread her legs wider to allow it to go deeper and she screamed every time I rammed her hot little hole. Since Johanna was unable to concentrate on the dick before her, James removed himself from the couch and came behind me. Bending me slightly, he entered me standing up, slamming his hard prick into me deeply. I screamed at the rough penetration, but the feeling of fullness was more pleasurable than the pain the thick cock was causing. His thrusts into me turned into the thrusts into Johanna, and unison feel into place. 

The pleasure was so great and I knew that I going to cum soon. Johanna had by this time cum around the thick dick I had been slamming into her. Wanting yet another position before cumming, James slowly withdrew and brought me to the floor. Johanna followed and taking off strap on, James turned me so I was on my knees. Readily I put my ass in the air and waited for him to enter. I motioned for Johanna to come over and she laid on her back in front of me. I scooted her closer and spread her legs wide. The reddening pussy was glistening with cum and I greedily slid my tongue between the swollen lips. Johanna held my head as I dipped into the hot hole and licked up the sweet nectar. 

Faster I went the faster James went, wanting her to cum against my mouth. She gritted her teeth and threw her head back and I knew she was close again. I buried my face deeper, probing the hole with my tongue and flicking her clit all in one motion. She screamed that she was cumming and I was prepared with my mouth tightly over the opening, sucking her juices. She tightened her legs as they went around my head and her orgasm rocker her. When it subsided, Johanna watched me as James fucked me from the back. 

Slowly she slid beneath me, her face now at the base of his cock and on my clit. She shook her head back and forth, slowly forcing her tongue to slide across my hot bead. The double sensation managed to make me peak in a matter of seconds. I gripped James cock with my pussy and I heard him moan. 

"I'm gonna fucking cum! Goddamn Angel, I'm gonna cum hard!" James said as he began to pump faster, letting his sensation rise and making me scream louder. 

As quickly as he withdrew, Johanna and I were there with our mouths open and waiting. We licked his cock from base to tip, jacking it with our mouths. At the moment of his release, we were there, our mouths opened waiting for the white cream. It spurted on us, mostly in our mouths and it seemed like it would never end. When he exhaled, Johanna and I kissed, sharing the cum between our lips and tongues. Wiping away the little dribbles, we turned to look at him and smiled.

"So," Johanna said to him, standing and stretching, "Was that worth the wait?"

"All I can say is that I have thought over and over of the moment I would be able to do this." James smiled sheepishly and like Johanna stood and stretched. "And, just so you girls know, this doesn’t change how I feel about you girls."




Angel Ch. 09



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. 




Angel Ch. 09



"You are just saying that because we let you fuck us, James." I said, refastening my bra.

"No, I really mean it." James said earnestly. "I think of you guys like family and I would do anything for you." I knew he was sincere and it made me smile.

"That’s a nice thought James." I said, giving him a hug after we were all dressed. "We will keep that in mind."

Johanna and I left James dozing on the couch and walking out of the club and made our way home. It was late, or early depending on how you looked at it, and we both were tired. We ducked into office and gave Romeo the cut we had made for the night. He was jacked up on Coke or Speed, we couldn’t tell which by the powder on the desk, but at the moment was being serviced by yet another girl, this one named Amber.

We had meet Amber a few months ago and saw her in passing once in awhile at the club. She was a cute brunette and when she was actually wearing clothes she could pass for a lawyer. However, she was a self-proclaimed sex addict and loved working for Romeo. Before we left the office, her head popped up.

"Mm. Angel, Jo. I need to talk to you. Catch me tomorrow, okay?" Before we could respond, Romeo swore and shoved her head back into his lap.

"As you can see," Romeo said glaring at us, "She’s a little busy. Talk on you own fucking time." Shooing us out of the office, Johanna and I made our way home. 

Brian and Josh rang the bell 3 times before deciding the girls weren’t home yet. This both discouraged Josh and let him breath a sigh of relief. He wasn’t sure yet what he was going to say to Angel when he saw her anyway.

“Should we go up?” Brian asked which brought Josh back to his senses.

“Do you think we can break in?” Josh asked.

“Why not? We can wait for them inside. I don’t think they could be too much longer.” Josh agreed and they ascended the stairs and found the door number that matched the one on the piece of paper Amber had given him. Before picking the lock, Josh knocked again. When he still didn’t get an answer, he began fooling with the lock, sliding a credit card through the crack and finally popping the door. 

They made their way into the loft style apartment and could just start to see the light of dawn creeping in. They actually began to pack some of Angel and Johanna’s things in anticipation of their return. They figured they would pretty much grab them and go.

15 minutes later, they did in fact hear the sound of their voices coming up the stairs. Josh and Brian froze, preparing for their discovery of them. Josh tried to stand in the middle of the room so as to be as visible as possible and maybe reduce the alarm in their screams he was sure they were going to make. Seconds later the door opened and Angel walked in first and froze. 

And then I screamed.

Loud.

Johanna followed behind me and without seeing the guy in the middle of the room started to scream too. I don’t think she knew what for, but two screams were better than one.

Before I could take another breath to scream again, the figure in the middle of room charged me and covered my mouth with a hand. I was terrified, thinking I was going to be raped and murdered in my own apartment. I tried to reach my purse for pepper spray, but the person had knocked that away. 

“Shut up!” The voice shouted. I tried to scream again when I heard the voice say again, “Shut up Angel! It’s me! Josh!” 

I stopped screaming and turned my head to see if what this person said was true. My eyes filled with tears of relief when I realized it was Josh. My Josh. And then I got mad. What the hell was he doing in my apartment? How the hell did he find me? And what the hell was he doing here? I slapped his hand away and shrugged my falling shirt back onto my shoulder. I glared at him.

“What the fuck are you doing here? You scared the shit out of me Josh!” I paused to catch my breath. “What are you doing here?” Before Josh could answer, another even more familiar voice spoke up from the chair across the room. This made Johanna gasp.

“We have come to get you and take you home. Both of you.” Brian said holding up the mostly filled suitcase.

“What?” I said, almost stuttering from the shock. “I mean, we can’t leave. Romeo…he’ll come after us. He won’t let us leave!” I almost began to cry as Josh took me into his arms.

“Listen baby, Angel.” He said soothingly. “I won’t let him hurt you, I promise.” He sat me down on the old bed and patted my head. Sighing and getting myself under control, I tried to explain again.

“He will come after us. Both of us. He knows where my parents live. He wants me here. He’ll never let me go. Don’t you understand? I can’t leave. He owns us.” I looked at him pleadingly.

“Lets just get out of here.” Brian said, grabbing Johanna’s hand. “This place gives me the creeps.” Johanna nodded and then kneeled in front of me.

“Listen, if we just go, get out of here, we don’t have to do this anymore.” Johanna made a sweeping motion with her hand, indicating the crappy apartment was a signature of our life.

“Lets do it.” I said, feeling life come back into my body. I was tired, needed a shower but at this moment I wanted out. Without waiting a second longer, Josh and Brian began to help Johanna and I throw our stuff into bags. We packed what we could fit and those that couldn’t fit were going to be left behind. We were ready to leave when I heard the phone ring. Johanna and I looked at each other and by the 3rd ring I reached for the receiver.

“Hello?” I asked hoarsely, tensing to hear Romeo on the other end.

“Angel?” The male voice said.

“Yeah? Who is this?” 

“Angel, its James. Listen, something is about to go down.” I paused, my mouth suddenly going dry.

“What?” I asked

“Romeo was just here. He was babbling about some girl named Amber and how she was talking about a guy she had met and how interested he was in you and Johanna.”

“Amber?” I asked, remembering the girl who was last blowing Romeo. Josh and Brian shot each other darting glances of concern. My pulse quickened.

“Yeah. He put a beating on her and came over here looking for you. I tried to stall him, but Angel, he is on the way to your place.” James paused and I heard him sigh. “You need to get out. Now.”

“Thank - thank you James. Johanna and I are on our way out. Thank you for the warning.”

“Your welcome.” He said, almost sadly. “Goodbye.”

“Bye.” Before I could hang the phone back up, Josh was pulling me out the door.

“We need to go now!” He almost screamed. Johanna was leading the way with Brian behind. I managed to close and lock the door and rushed down the stairs. Brian had already unlocked the car door and was practically pushing Johanna and I into the back. The two boys got in front and started the car.

Out of nowhere, we heard a scream of agony come from the front of the car. Romeo shouted obscenities and was wildly waving a gun.

“Get off my bitches!” Romeo screamed, red in the face. “You fucking whores better get out of that car or so help me god I’ll kill you! Do you hear me? I’ll kill you!” He raised the gun and Josh yelled for us to get down. A shot rang out and the mirror to the passenger door was blown off. Josh squealed on the gas peddled and the smell of burning rubber seeped into the car.

“Get back here you fucking cunts!” Romeo yelled, following the car on foot. The traffic had begun to pick up with the morning rush and as Josh darted into traffic so did Romeo. He fired off another shot and Johanna and I screamed.

“Jesus!” Josh yelled. “This guy is a fucking maniac!” Romeo continued to chase the car while Josh dodged the traffic. Romeo was in a blind rage and although Johanna and I had felt his wrath before, we had never seen that crazy look before. Remembering the drugs I had seen on his desk earlier, I didn’t doubt that he was high on something.

Josh yanked the wheel of the car to the left and Romeo followed. For a pudgy man, he was fast enough to almost keep up. Another shot ricocheted off the fender and for the first time I was really scared for my life. Coming to a light, Josh ran the red it to get ahead of the traffic to hopefully lose Romeo. Although this was the plan, Romeo kept coming through the intersection, gun in hand, screaming curses and calling names. 

The number 55 bus never saw the pudgy man run from the corner into the street. 

With a sickening thud and a resounding squeal of breaks, Josh glanced in the rearview mirror and saw what remained of Romeo. He was laying in the street and next to him the gun.

Josh gunned the engine and swiftly made his way to 95 north. It wasn’t until several hours later that Johanna and I believed we were finally free.