Angela is my love forever. Part 4
The sun was already shining brightly, its rays penetrating through the curtains when I woke up. Angela wasn't next to me in bed. Only her scent remained. The pillows and sheets held the fragrance of the beautiful transsexual's perfume.
I lay naked in bed, my cock standing stiff as a rod, pressing against the sheet. Inhaling the scent of Angela's body, which permeated everything around me. And this smell, the aroma of the tender female body of the young trans girl, made my poor cock literally rock-hard.
Even without that, my dick stood stiff in the mornings. And then there were my mother's perfumes, which Angela used, which stirred my mind like crazy. And I, getting out of bed naked, without putting on
underwear, went straight to the kitchen, from where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the smell of fried eggs with bacon wafted."Good morning, darling. You're playing hostess here. It smells so delicious. Didn't know you could cook, sweetie," I said to the trans girl, entering the kitchen.
Back in the room, after getting out of bed, I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. The hands showed ten in the morning, which meant my father wasn't in the apartment. Only Angela was in the kitchen, so I boldly went there naked, knowing that besides us, there was no one else in the house.
"You're awake, sleepyhead. I deliberately didn't wake you, Oleg. I got up early. Sent your dad off to work. Fed him, as I should. And gave him a little bottle to take with him. He left happy," Angela stood with her back to me near the gas stove, and the only clothing on the young transsexual was an apron.
I saw before me the narrow, girlish-like back of the trans girl and her bare ass, as well as slender legs shod in mother-of-pearl flip-flops. My mother's.
I was about to take a step towards her to press my cock against the blonde's bare ass. But she beat me to it, turning away from the stove, holding a frying pan with sizzling eggs in her hand.
Angela put it on the table and untied the apron she was wearing in front. It fell to the floor, and I saw before me a young "woman" with a cock standing stiff as a rod. From its bright crimson foreskin, lubricant dripped abundantly.
The trans girl was in heat and terribly aroused. As evidenced by her erection and the lubricant dripping from the head.
"Come here, my happiness. I've been waiting for you all morning. Enduring. And I need release," Angela herself stepped towards me from the stove and, taking my cock in her hand, began rubbing her foreskin against it, bringing pleasure not only to me but to herself.
The trans girl loved to stand like this, front to front, and rub her huge cock against mine. And it was terribly pleasant for me too. And I could even cum like this.
"So why didn't you wake me, sweetie. I've wanted you since last night," I replied to Angela, standing before her and holding her boyish buttocks in my palms.
I liked holding them in my hands. Bare and so pleasant to the touch.
"I didn't wake you because I love you, silly. I endured, but I let you sleep. And now you'll work off your debt to your wife in full. Please, sit on the chair. While the eggs cool. We'll make love right here, in the kitchen," Angela pushed a chair from the table to the center of the room with her foot and nudged me towards it.
"Don't worry. The door is closed and no one will come in. And I'm going to rape you now, Oleg. I can't wait to sit on your cock, husband," the trans girl reassured me, noticing my glance towards the hallway.
I sat on the chair at her request and was a little afraid that someone might come in because the front door wasn't tightly closed. I was also embarrassed by the open window in the kitchen, from which voices could be heard and the hum of cars.
But we lived on the third floor, and no one could spy on us. For this reason, my mother never hung curtains in the kitchen.
"Like this. Let's lube it up good. Because it's big, husband. And it's a little painful for me sometimes," Angela said, applying Vaseline to my foreskin, which had appeared in the kitchen from somewhere.
Most likely, the transsexual had prepared in advance for sex with me right here, in the kitchen. And brought the lubricant from the room.
"Angela. Don't torment me, darling. Sit down already. Come on!" I hurried the trans girl, who, straddling me from above, standing between my legs, was in no hurry to sit her asshole on my cock, but stood before me, hugging my neck with one hand, running her red foreskin over my chest, rubbing it against my nipples.
It was, of course, insanely pleasant. But I wanted to cum and literally forced the playful transsexual onto my cock.
"There will be time later to play, sweetie. But now, wiggle on my dick as you know how, darling," I said to Angela, holding her by the hips.
The trans girl sat completely with her anus on my cock and froze for a moment, excitedly sniffling through her nose and looking at me with dilated pupils of her blue eyes.
After all, my cock wasn't small either, nineteen and a half centimeters. And this former guy, Igoryok, who became Angela, couldn't get used to it.
"Oh, Olezka. Ooooh. Aaaaah. Darling. How good it is with you, darling. Aaaaah. Aaaaah. My happiness!" After sitting motionless on my dick for a few seconds, Angela, placing her hands on my shoulders, finally began to move.
Wiggling and wiggling her asshole up and down on my cock. And I, feeling the touch of the walls of her hot anus, began to experience incomparable pleasure.
And even though I hadn't tried a woman yet. Didn't know the sensations from vaginal sex. But at that moment, Angela's hot and juicy asshole was quite enough for me. A beautiful transsexual, indistinguishable from a girl. And besides, my mother has the same asshole. And her pussy isn't made of gold, but is just a hole for pleasure.
And holding Angela by the hips with my hands, I tried to kiss her on the lips. But the trans girl dodged my kiss and buried her nose in my neck, not stopping moving on my cock, hugging my shoulders with her arms.
The transsexual's big cock in this position pressed against my stomach and rubbed its foreskin against it. Which made sex with her even more pleasant.
"Oh, how good, Olezka. I've been waiting for this moment all morning. Aaaaah. Aaaaah. Ooooh!" Angela whimpered, moaned like a woman, and I groaned along with her, but not too loudly, afraid the neighbors on the street would hear my moans.
The kitchen window was open, and gusts of wind carried up fragments of conversation from people standing near the entrance. I heard the rough male voice of Baba Varya. She was complaining to someone that thieves had stolen an aluminum milk can from her dacha last night. And that she now had nowhere to pour water for watering.
Another woman she was talking to advised her to go to the police. And she was saying something in response. But I couldn't hear anymore. Because I started to cum inside Angela sitting on my lap, into her asshole.
The open window. The neighbors' conversation. The fear that they would hear our moans. Did their job. My vision darkened, and I came prematurely. And Angela didn't. Didn't have time.
"Help me, Oleg. Come on. I want you to do it," the trans girl said in a broken voice, rising from my knees.
Angela had honestly worked her ass on my cock, letting me cum. And now she wanted release herself, but with my help.
"Last night you almost tore it off, Oleg. I couldn't sleep and felt you stroking it. And now you're shy. I'm your wife, and you can do anything with me," Angela herself took my hand and placed it on her cock.
And I had no choice but to start jerking her off.
"Aaaaah. Aaaaah. Ooooh. Aaaaah. Good boy, Olezka. I'm your beloved. And you can do anything with me!" Angela kept saying, shooting portions of white, sticky semen onto my chest.
I jerked her cock for a short time, and a stream of semen spurted from its large red head. And since Angela had risen from my knees. Her sticky cum landed directly on my chest, covering it and part of my stomach.
"I don't want to remind you anymore, Oleg. Next time, if you see I'm not cumming from your cock. Help me with your hand. On your own, without being forced. Understand me, dear," the trans girl's voice became rough and demanding.
But at the same time, her beautiful blue eyes shone with affection and warmth towards me. Angela removed my hand from her cock and finished jerking it off herself. Trying to cum on my nipples. And after finishing cumming. She took and smeared her semen on my chest, running her foreskin over it.
"Okay, sweetie. But only this and nothing more. I agree to help you cum with my hand," I replied to Angela, submitting to her will.
Because I was insanely fond of this beautiful blonde transsexual, and I was ready to fulfill her whims. Without crossing a certain barrier that separates a normal guy from a homo.
I could jerk her cock. And allow the trans girl to cum on my chest. But sucking her dick. And letting her fuck me in the ass. Like male actors do in porn films. I absolutely was not going to.
"Let's go to the shower, dear. And then we'll have breakfast. I'm hungry," Angela, without responding to my words, got off me and pulled me along to the bathroom.
The trans girl was extremely caring and, after washing my chest of her cum, thoroughly scrubbed me with a washcloth and soap. And then dried me off with a towel. Not every woman would do that for a man.
"Should I pour you a drink, Oleg? Because I can. Your mom left me the keys to her bedroom and showed me where she hid the vodka," Angela asked me, returning with me from the bathroom to the kitchen.
The transsexual threw on a robe, a short, cotton one. And stood by the table, flashing her bare legs, laying out food on plates.
"Thank you. But I don't want to drink in the morning. I don't really like drinking at all. I like your ass more, Angela. Than vodka," I replied to the trans girl, sitting before her on a chair in my underwear.
I put them on at her request, so she wouldn't get aroused looking at my cock.
"Commendable, Oleg. I myself don't like alcoholics. But drinking a little is okay. For the mood," Angela praised me, placing a plate of eggs and a mug of hot coffee in front of me.
The transsexual sat on a chair at the table opposite me and attacked the food, as she was hungry. And I, along with her, began to devour pieces of fried eggs with bacon, washing down this deliciousness with aromatic coffee.
Devouring food in the company of a beautiful and sexy trans girl. I simultaneously examined her legs under the robe, mentally imagining that she had a cock standing there now. And I had a new desire to fuck her.
"Angela. We haven't tried it from behind yet. Let's go to the room, to the bed. Or to the living room, to the sofa," I suggested to the trans girl after a hearty and tasty breakfast.
Angela placed a pack of expensive Chesterfield cigarettes in front of me, and now I smoked them freely. Together with her.
"You haven't tried many things with me, Oleg. But let's do this. Now we'll get dressed and go to my apartment. We'll clean up and make love there. So we don't waste time," Angela suggested, getting up from the chair.
The trans girl, like a caring hostess, cleared the table and washed the dishes in the sink. And only after that went to the bedroom to change.
"Olezka. Let go. No, not now, dear. I want to cum. From your cock, like yesterday in the park. And you'll ruin everything," Angela begged me when we came to the room, and she took off her robe.
The transsexual stood naked near the wardrobe, choosing what to wear. Her cock was standing stiff as a rod. And I saw this in the reflection of the mirror built into the wardrobe doors.
And so I couldn't resist, came up behind her, pressed my erection against her plump boyish ass, pushing my foreskin into her buttocks. Hugged her, taking her erect breasts in my palms, and began to knead them, kissing the trans girl's neck and whispering affectionate words in her ear.
"And we'll go back to that park with you. And go into that abandoned house. And you'll cum there again, darling," I pleaded with the trans girl, pressing my foreskin against her anus, and even entered it a little, just the head.
And to make Angela more compliant, I took her cock in my hand and began to jerk it lightly. And the trans girl gave in. As I understood, she liked it when I took her dick in my hand.
"Well, what can I do with you, Olezka. I'm not made of iron. Go to the kitchen, please, for the Vaseline. I left the tube on the table. And without lube, I won't let you. Yours is big, and even with lube, it's sometimes a little painful for me," Angela pushed her ass against my erection, and her tender body went limp in my hands.
"I'll be quick, beloved. Honestly. I need to cum with you one more time, and then it'll be fine," I replied to Angela, moving away from her and going to the kitchen for the Vaseline.
I really did need one more orgasm for vigor and good mood. Before, I used to jerk off several times in a row in the morning, and only then did my condition return to normal. And now, when I had the firm and pliable ass of a young transsexual at my disposal. I especially wanted to fuck her and cum. Because that's how my body was built.
"Caress me first, Oleg. I love it when men caress before sex," Angela asked when I ran to the kitchen and half a minute later was standing in the room with a tube of baby Vaseline in my hand.
The trans girl lay on her back, spreading her legs apart in a feminine way, bending them at the knees. Her large cock stood stiff as a rod, and from the dark brown hole of her anus, which in this position was as if in the palm of your hand, lubricant oozed directly onto the sheet, leaving a dark stain on it.
"As you say, darling. But do we really have time for caresses?" I replied to Angela, not particularly eager to caress her.
Not because I didn't like it. It's just that she was in a hurry to take things to her new apartment, and I wanted to cum on her quickly.
"There's always time for caresses, Oleg. I'm not a doll for you to just cum in," Angela got offended and childishly bit her lips.
The trans girl, lying on her back, brought her legs together. As a sign that she was offended and not going to give herself to me.
"Angela. Sunshine. My beloved. I love you very much," I lay down next to my mother's mistress and began to caress her, first of all paying attention to her erect breasts.
I took her nipples into my mouth one by one and sucked. From which Angela arched on the bed and spread her legs.
"Olezka. My darling.