Angela is my love forever. Part 3
— Aaaah. Oooohhh. Aaaah. What was that, Olezka? I've never experienced anything like that with a man before, — asked Angela, sitting on my cock, one hand pressed against my chest, the other jerking her huge dick, squeezing the last drops of cum from its red head onto my stomach.
The transsexual was stunned by what had happened. She had come like a woman, writhing on the cock of her lover's son. And that was a shock to her. As it was to me.
I had seen a tape at a friend's house with transsexuals. Well, they all came the same way, just stupidly jerking their dicks. And not one of them experienced an orgasm from fucking a guy and coming without touching
their dick with their hands. But Angela came without hands, without touching her dick, just writhing on top of me. She experienced an anal orgasm and was stunned by what had happened to her.— Let's go to the bathroom, my happiness. I'll wash your dick. And we need to wash up in general. I've never had so much cum leak out at once, — she said, waiting for my dick to go soft and fall out of her asshole.
Angela climbed off me and, offering her hand, helped me get up from the bed. Because I was completely drained of strength after the unbelievably sweet orgasm with the transsexual. My vision even went dark, which was a first for me. When jerking off, the orgasm wasn't that strong.
— Wow, Aunt Angela. Where do you have so much from? Even I don't have as much cum as you do. Go on and wash your load off my body, — I jokingly replied to the trans and lightly slapped her ass with my palm.
Angela squealed in a feminine way and, giving me a playful look, took my hand and led me to the bathroom, swaying her slender ass, from whose anal hole my cum was dripping.
After all, I had come in the ass of my mother's "girlfriend" twice in a row and filled her rectum with enough load that it couldn't all fit, and the excess was leaking out, seeping from her anus down the tender thighs of the young transsexual.
Angela walked, playing with the cheeks of her boyish ass, and between her legs dangled a flaccid dick resembling liverwurst. But I wasn't interested in it. And I had no intention of touching it with my hands or using it in any way.
Let my mother deal with Angela's huge dick. That big-assed slut, the accountant. Let her suck it. Shove it into her working holes. Personally, what I liked about Angela was her plump ass, which was pleasant to fuck and come in. As well as her body, indistinguishable from a woman's.
— My happiness. Olezka, darling. Forgive me for getting you dirty. But honestly, I didn't expect something like this to happen to me. I've been with men. But I've never experienced such pleasure with anyone as I have with you. Especially not coming on my own from a dick. It felt good, and that was it. I always helped myself with my hand. But with you, I had an anal orgasm. A real one! — Angela said to me enthusiastically, standing with me under the shower in the bathroom and diligently washing the remnants of her cum off me.
The trans carefully soaped my dick with fragrant soap and rinsed it with warm water, and didn't forget to wash herself, putting one foot on the edge of the bathtub and directing the shower head at her crotch, thoroughly washing her anus, preparing it again for "work."
And if my dick was still hanging and flaccid after the release. Then this "mistake of nature's" dick began to fill with blood and harden right before my eyes.
For my mother. It didn't get hard that fast for her.
Angela got aroused looking at me. And her large sexual organ reacted to it. After all, she preferred men to women.
— Nothing terrible happened, Aunt Angela. The main thing is that you felt good with me. Everything else is acceptable, — I reassured the trans, not at all angry with her for covering me in sticky white cum.
And to confirm my words, I kissed her on the lips, a deep kiss right there in the bathroom. From that, Angela's dick got completely hard, and she pressed the head against my pubic bone.
— In that case, let's get back to the room quickly. And continue what we started. I want to experience that kind of bliss with you again. How sweet it is to come from a man's dick. If only you knew, Oleg. I like it so much more. Than the orgasm I have with a woman, — Angela replied to me, climbing out of the bathtub.
I hurried out after her. After my beautiful, long-legged lover with a dick. And to offer myself to her caring hands.
The transsexual dried me with a towel, and I, in turn, wiped her delicate body dry of water droplets, trying not to touch her dick with my hands. Which was standing at attention.
— So, Oleg. Did you like being with me? Ready to marry me, darling? — Angela asked me, lying next to me in bed and caressing my chest with her palm, narrow and resembling a woman's.
The transsexual was half-lying on top, leaning on my chest, and I was stroking her "girlish" back in return and sucking the nipples on her small, perky tits with my mouth. By the way, touching them, stroking and caressing them was pure pleasure for me. As was hugging Angela herself, an insanely beautiful lady-boy, indistinguishable from a woman and surpassing her in many ways.
The trans's body smelled good. And I enjoyed caressing her.
— I liked it very much, Aunt Angela. And I'm ready to go to the registry office with you today, — I replied to the trans, kissing him on the lips with a deep kiss, holding the firm tits of the wife-man in my hands.
So tender and pleasant to the touch.
Contrary to the desire that arose in Angela in the bathroom. To have sex with me as soon as possible. She lay down in bed but was in no hurry to start fucking. Instead, she began to talk and caress. She was more interested in the development of our future relationship, on which her fate essentially depended. Than hasty sex.
With my mom, Angela had no future. Sooner or later they would be caught and exposed. If, for example, mom Ira rented an apartment for the trans, as she wanted. And would visit her in the evenings after work. Then the neighbors would immediately become suspicious of them. What is a mature, respectable lady doing visiting a young and beautiful woman?
If they were relatives—that would be a different matter. But they are complete strangers to each other. And at best, people would think they were two lesbians. And rumors would spread through the town. Such things are not forgiven in the provinces and are condemned in every way.
And besides, Angela wouldn't be able to live alone in an apartment. Admirers would come knocking. In our small town, there aren't that many beautiful young women. And a trans with legs "up to her ears" would stand out from the crowd. And sooner or later, Angela would be caught somewhere and raped. And then the truth would come out that she was a remade man.
But if I married her, and we started living as husband and wife. Then Angela would be safe behind my back. And my mother wouldn't have to visit her secretly. The trans would become her daughter-in-law, and she her mother-in-law. And the mother-in-law visiting her daughter-in-law in the apartment wouldn't raise any suspicions.
— I'll be a good wife, Oleg. And I agree to marry you. But I don't have any documents. They burned in the house where I lived during the bombing. Your mother promised to get me a new passport. According to it, I'll already be a woman. And we can officially register our relationship at the registry office. Become husband and wife. And we'll have a child. Ira promised to bear it for me. She'll give it up. And we'll adopt it. But that's all in the future. A passport isn't made that quickly, — pleased that I agreed to marry her, Angela began to caress me with renewed vigor and, half-lying with me, took my dick in her hand, and it had gotten hard too, just like hers.
And she began rubbing her cockhead against the head of my dick, causing indescribable sensations in me. It felt fucking amazing.
— To live together and love each other, we don't necessarily need documents. We can live in a civil union with you for now. Until my mother gets you a passport. Hurry her up about the apartment. Let her rent it as soon as possible. And we'll start living there together. Sleeping in the same bed. And loving each other as much as we want, — I replied to the trans, now leaning on top of her myself.
She brought me to the edge by rubbing her large cockhead against my dick. And I wanted to feel the hot bliss of her asshole again and come in it.
— I agree, darling. Olezka. My dear. I feel so good with you. Aaaah. Oooohhh! — Angela moaned when I lay on top of her. I threw her legs over my shoulders and, holding them in that position, smeared my dick with Vaseline, fortunately a tube of it was lying on the bed near the pillows.
Carefully pressed the lubricated head against the dark-brown asshole of the transsexual and, driving my dick in up to the balls. Started fucking her. Slowly, with long strokes, moaning with pleasure.
I did it with her from memory. Exactly copying her movements when she fucked my mother like that yesterday at the dacha. And now I was just repeating what I had seen on her herself. Plowing the blonde transsexual in the ass.
— Angela. My beloved. My wife. I love you, — I said words of love to the trans, thrusting my dick into her asshole again and again.
This time it lasted quite a while with her. I wasn't in a hurry to come and lasted, fucking the beautiful trans in the ass for at least five minutes. And when I realized I couldn't hold back any longer. I happily released into her rectum.
— You didn't come, Angela. Was it bad for you with me? — I asked the trans when it was all over and I took her long legs off my shoulders. And my dick, now flaccid, slipped out of her narrow and not very stretched-by-male-dicks asshole on its own.
— On the contrary, I felt very good with you, Oleg. Much more pleasant than with your mother and other men. But I couldn't come again. An anal orgasm is a pleasant thing, but not constant. And I don't want to jerk off. I'm afraid to scare away that feeling I had when I came purely from your dick. Maybe next time it'll work, — Angela replied to me, getting up from the bed.
The trans went to the bathroom and brought back a clean towel, damp with water. With it, she wiped my dick. Which, by the way, was hardly dirty from her asshole. And only the head was covered with a slightly yellowish-white lubricant.
— There's nothing left to drink. And your mother doesn't have any supplies in her room. But I want to celebrate our intimacy with you. And the fact that we'll soon be husband and wife. I have a little money. Your mother gave it to me. Let's go to the store, Oleg. We'll buy some wine. And take a walk at the same time. I've never walked down the street with a guy before, — Angela suggested, picking up her red panties from the floor.
The trans put them on her plump ass and her big dick, standing at attention. Pressed against her stomach by the elastic material of the panties.
— That's an idea, Aunt Angela. I have money too. Mother gave me some for pocket money. And I'll add some if you don't have enough, — I said to the trans, similarly picking up my underwear from the floor, which I had thrown off in a fit of passion.
The idea of going to the store with a beautiful transsexual appealed to me so much and at the same time aroused me. That my dick, flaccid after the orgasm, began to rise again. Just from the thought that I would walk down the street with a guy dressed as a woman. And everyone would be looking at us.
— Well, what kind of aunt am I to you, Oleg. Call me 'you' and by my name when we're alone. And help your wife get dressed, — Angela laughed, turning her back to me.
The transsexual threw the cups of the red bra over her perky breasts, and I needed to fasten the clasps on her back. Which I did with pleasure. At the same time, I pressed my dick against her ass, covered by the red panties, and kissed the trans on the neck, reveling in the scent of perfume coming from her short, light hair on her head.
— Olezka. Oh, don't, darling. Don't get worked up. And don't get me worked up. I want to have a drink with you. Otherwise, we won't get anywhere, — Angela, with her back to me, pushed her ass against my erection and decisively stepped aside, picking up the denim skirt.
The trans looked excitedly at the bulge in my underwear. But she found the strength not to give in to the temptation to get back into bed. And started getting dressed.
— I'll wear you out yet, Oleg. And from now on, we'll have plenty of time for sex. You can even come to my room at night when your parents are asleep, — Angela giggled, looking at herself in the mirror hanging on the wall and applying lipstick to her lips.
The trans was fully dressed and now was putting herself in order, applying makeup to her pretty face.
I pulled on my pants and shirt and looked at the young "lady" standing in my room by the mirror, amazed by her beauty. And I couldn't find even a hint of masculine features in her. To such an extent was this "mistake of nature" like a woman.
A tall blonde with short hair. Dressed in a denim skirt with fringe along the edge. On top, she wore a black turtleneck, under which her perky breasts protruded as two small mounds.
The trans's long, shapely legs were shod in white patent leather high-heeled shoes. And these clothes suited her very well.
— You'll never wear me out, beloved. How beautiful you are, Angela. Honestly, if I met you on the street. I'd be afraid to approach you to get acquainted, — I honestly admitted to the trans, standing next to her and admiring her beauty.
She was a girl from a fashion magazine. And I, indeed, seeing Angela on the street before meeting her. Would never have approached her. I'd have been afraid. That's how beautiful this trans was.
— Thank you, Oleg. You're quite a sight yourself, my dear husband. I wouldn't be ashamed to walk down the street arm in arm with you. So let's go. Let's go to the store. And we still have time for sex, — Angela glanced at the small women's watch on her wrist and, taking the leather women's handbag from the table, a gift from mom Ira, left the room, and I followed her.
The young transsexual clicked her high heels on the tiles. Going out into the stairwell and taking my arm, she walked with me to the store along the sidewalk. Gathering admiring glances not only from young guys but also from grown men.
As I said, there weren't that many beautiful young women in our town. And they were all counted. Mostly, women with shopping bags walked the streets, concerned with buying groceries after work and taking them home. But a slender, long-legged blonde noticeably stood out from the crowd. So the young guys stared at her as if she were a curiosity.
And walking through the town streets arm in arm with Angela, I was frankly scared at first. After all, essentially I was walking arm in arm with a guy and was afraid that people around would somehow find out and I'd be done for.
But my fears were unfounded. Mostly guys and men were looking at the long, shapely legs under the short denim skirt of the blonde walking with me. And none of them had any