My Trans Sensual Affair

Making sure that I was properly moist and aroused, he then slipped two very firm fingers deep into my secret place. “Ahhhhhhhh...oh God, yes, please don't stop...please,” I begged, as he began to move his fingers in and out with slick ease; pushing and pumping in deep, making me want to move with him. His hand began to move harder and faster now, each thrust more intense than the last; my now honey drenched hole, eagerly and impatiently sucking and milking his fingers, threatening to swallow his whole hand.

As he slowed down his thrusts to a gentle glide, he carefully pulled his fingers out and guided me to the master suit. He had a huge king sized bed, beautifully dressed in freshly done linen and a thick winter comforter. Just then, I could here the beginning signs of rain, the drops softly hitting the window pains. It couldn't have been more perfect. He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking into my eyes and slowly began to undress me from head to toe, taking in my body with his hungry eyes. He took his time, carefully unbuttoning my blouse, unhooking my bra and pulling down my skirt and panties. My breasts felt free, it was wonderful, after having been stifled by my bra all day long and to have his strong hands lovingly touch them was worth the wait, as his touch was magnificent.

He began kneading my breasts skillfully and deliciously manipulating my nipples, now fully erect. I threw back my head and let out a loud moan of pleasure, much to his delight. He took both breasts in his mouth, and began feasting on them, moaning and sighing under his breath, as he stuffed his mouth full of my beautiful tit flesh. He delicately kissed my nipples once more and then rose to his feet, motioning me to lye down on the bed and to make myself comfortable while he undressed. I lay down on the bed, enjoying the cool sensation of the crisp clean white sheets, against my hot naked body and listening to the rain and the smooth Jazz playing low, coming from the living room. Without ever taking his eyes off me, he slowly began to remove his shirt, with a look of complete passionate heat on his face. I couldn't help but touch myself, as I watched and waited in anticipation, to see my lover naked for the first time. He then began to unbuckle his trousers, slowly allowing me to take him all in. Finally, he began to remove his underwear and I could feel myself biting down on my lower lip, natural anticipation building to an all time high, my body, thoroughly wanting to fully experience this uniquely beautiful man.

He pulled down his boxer shorts, revealing a soft flaccid prosthetic replica of a penis, which he casually removed and placed atop his dresser drawer. I lovingly studied his face waiting, and was relieved when he made no apologies for his phallus, never taking his gaze from mine, and this aroused me even more. He stood there for a moment bear assed, with his strong athletic legs slightly parted, allowing me to look him over at my leisure. I was amazed at the changes in this body that had once been as female in appearance as mine. I savored the miraculous muscular shape of his shoulders, his broad chest that revealed a dark scar just beneath the breast bone and more or less hidden by a large thick mass of dark fur that covered almost his entire body. I traced the shape of his athletic thighs with my eyes and marveled at his proud penis. The flesh between his legs was angry red and firm, with a small throbbing moist shiny wet head. The site of him made my heart pound and without realizing it, I had spread my legs even wider, causing him to close his eyes and let out a deep guttural moan in response.

He laid down next to me, there in the moonlight naked and beautiful. He took my face in both hands and kissed me again, with an urgency and desire that begged to be soothed; taking time to allow me to bask in his burning wet lip embrace. With the tip of his finger, he slowly began to trace the outline of my body, starting with my face and gradually moving down to my tender plentiful breasts, masterfully kneading one in his hand and greedily feasting on the other; his sweet kisses following the trace of his finger as he slowly moved down the length of my body. Soon, his eager digit found its way back, to the warm, wet place nestled between my quivering thighs. I was fully dilated and waiting in anticipation for his gifted hand. He pushed first 2 and then 3 fingers in deep, sucking and milking my tender nipples with his soft mouth, my body rocking back and forth as he intensified his probing drive.

He then began to tease both nipples, moving from one to the other with his tongue, lapping and flicking gingerly, encouraging both buds to blossom in his mouth. The need in me to touch him was overwhelming. I reached out my hands that were now shaking with the desire that I felt and moved them desperately over his face and neck, closing my eyes as I hugged his chest with my hands. As he continued to christen my breasts with his wet tongue, I played with his perfect nipples, pinching them between my thumb and index, enjoying the sensation between my fingers. He continued to plow my hidden eager passage with more divine force, causing my juices to flow freely, covering his entire hand with my clear sticky wet nectar. The room was filled with his smell and mine, musky and wild and the air was so thick with it, I could almost taste it.

He gently pulled his fingers out of my aching wound and brought them first to his lips and then into his mouth, tasting me and loving me, never losing my eyes, as I watched him with growing need. He then moved his fingers slowly in and out of his hot mouth, closing his eyes and savoring my taste, then bringing his fingers to my lips, begging me with his smoldering gaze, to taste and enjoy with him. I had never tasted myself before and was slightly hesitant, but soon those inhibitions would melt away along with my heart. I loved my own taste and smell and reveled in my new and decadent discovery. He soon joined me and we both eagerly proceeded to lap and lick my rich juices from his hand, kissing each other as we did; our tongues wrestling in a fit of wet rapture. I moved my hand down to his swollen member and gently fondled and caressed him, stroking him with my thumb, middle and index finger, slow and deliberate, moving them back and forth, rubbing his wet firm gland with my thumb in small delicate circular motions; making him cry out in ecstasy. He began to pump and writhe on my hand, his buttock muscles flexing and clenching, as he his movements intensified. I took one of his nipples in my mouth, watching him climb and feeling his heartbeat in my hand, as I massaged him, fully awakening his manhood.

My heart was full, as I lay there enjoying my lover, admiring the uniqueness of him and the beauty of our silhouettes moving with each other against the back drop of the faint moonlight. He opened his eyes and smiling tenderly at me, began planting small loving kisses all over my body, taking time to smell and taste me along the way, tickling my stomach with his soft beard and finally moving himself down between my legs; and taking them in his hands, he gently picked them up and carefully placed them on his shoulders, paying close attention to my cues, listening to my every breath. He brought his face close to my swollen mound, allowing his lips to hover there for an agonizing moment, his warm sweet breath, brushing against my thighs and looking deeply into my eyes, he whispered, “I want you to take me inside you...deep...take me inside you now,” My body was on fire as he plunged hot firm flesh deep into my sopping wet pussy. “Ohhhhh God yes, deep, lick me deeper lover,” I begged, grabbing his head with both hands and bringing him into me, as he deliciously gave me his wet tease, over and over again, taking my tender ripe clit into his mouth and gently suckling it with slow patient probes and being mindful of its almost painful sensitivity and then slipping his tongue back into my secret place.

I began to pump hard against his face, bucking and moving my hips from side to side, in and out on his mouth and flicking my tongue wildly about with every penetrating thrust. He held me strong and just when I thought that he couldn't possibly go any deeper, a new rush of pleasure would push me closer to the edge and into the arms of nirvana, as he ravished me with his whole being. “cum in my mouth, I want to taste you, that's it, pump, pump hard,” he said with a low deep purr; the heat of passion completely taking over us both, as my climax began to rise and to take flight. He slipped a finger into me, coating it generously with my dripping honey and he pushed it gently up and into my anus, moving it in time, with the movement of his tongue.

My whole body was shaking at this point, as I tossed my head from side to side, getting closer “telling the world,” my mouth wide open and in the shape of a big O, preparing for the sweet inevitable, our naked bodies covered in sticky sweet sweat, from head to toe, as we thrived on together, holding on for dear life. Oh how I wanted him to take it from me, to take my essence into in his mouth and into his soul. I began screaming at the top of my lungs, fully seduced by the moment.

“FINISH ME,” I begged, “OH GOD LICK ME DEEP, fuck me hard YES...I’M GONNA CUM, YE...YE...YES...NO...NOOOOOOW...GGGGOD YES, I’M CUMMINGGGG, AHHHHHHHRRRRRR, YEEEEEEESS!” I began thrashing wildly about, riding him, as he held me firmly in place, drinking my nectar and wiggling his tongue inside me, making the tiny nerves in my pussy dance and sing in a celebration of glorious release. It was nothing short of sweet surrender. He smiled, lapping me with delicate paint brush strokes, as I began to come down slow and hard, from my first little murder. He then came up close to me and kissed me, allowing me to taste more of myself on his lips.

My body was alive and I wanted him to now feel what I felt. I gently pushed him onto his back, kissing him slowly and thoughtfully as he had me, savoring the slick sweat that was generously coating his body, with my tongue. He began to move his body in response to my calling; the muscles in his chest, stomach and tanned thighs, flexing and tightening, as I threatened to take him to newer and greater heights, with every lap and lick of my wet tongue; nibbling and gently biting the tender spots on his body. Soon I found his penis, perfect and hard, as it fit nicely into my mouth. He jerked slightly from the sudden touch and suction of my supple lips as I gradually milked him into submission, moving the palms of my hands up and over his stomach and chest, rubbing his nipples with my fingers, then moving them under his cheeks and squeezing them firmly with my hands and watching him delight in my touch. I slipped a finger into my wetness and moved it over his lips, as I continued to arouse and to tame the tiger in my possession.

As I tasted him, I could feel his pounding heart beat, pulse in my mouth and I felt completely connected to this mysterious man. I wanted to be closer to him, so I moved up on top of him, my clitoris directly touching his penis. He wrapped his arms around me holding me close, as I began to move on him, our sex rubbing wet against each other. He moved his hands down to my ass and squeezed my cheeks, massaging and kneading them, pulling me to him, as we humped one another, picking up speed. I rubbed my face in his beard, running my tongue through it and over his lips, slipping my tongue into his mouth and inviting him to join me. “Carol baby, I'm, I'm close...OH YE...YEEES.” He spread his legs, allowing me to completely have access to him. I could feel him thick and hard against my womanhood and the feeling was almost more than I could stand. In his fever, he pushed two fingers deep into my puckered anus, moving them in and out without pause, as we pumped harder and with more force and liquid intensity. The feeling was so sexually raw and taboo, that I thought I would pee from the wet and erotic feeling surging through my loins, as I prepared to cum for the second time. “FUCK ME, GOD DON'T STOP,” he cried, “I want you Carol, I WANT YOU NOW, GOD, NOW!” The rhythm of his fuck began to push so hard against me, that I thought we would literally fly off the bed.

We were completely in tune with one another, as our bodies began to sing out in harmony. “I'M GONNA CU...I'M GONNA CUM...OH GOD WOMAN, I'M...I'M CUMMING, NOW...AHHHHHRRRRRPHHH...NOOOOOW, SWEET BITCH I’M CUMMING!!!” He began frantically pumping his hips grinding with mine. I could feel my climax moving through me at a fevered pitch. “YES...OH YES, I’M CUMMING AGAIN BABY, NOW, OOOOH, SSSSSHHHHHIT, HAAAAAAARD, JESUUUUUS YES!!” Our bodies pulsed and jerked together, as the wet and super sensitive wet pulsing nerves between our legs, slowly settled in a pool of our delicious juices.

The explosion was colossal as we both labored to catch our breath, fighting to hold on to the moment forever. “Kiss me, yes, yes” he whispered, liberally using his tongue to ease me down from my high. I didn't want to let him go, as I held on tight, his arms firmly wrapped around me. We lay there for a moment in our embrace, listening to the rain outside. I reluctantly climbed off of him and lay down next to him, as we both stared up at the ceiling, recalling in our own private minds, the events of the evening. We turned to each other, searching each other's eyes for the moment that came and went only too soon it seemed and wondered if it had all been just a beautiful dream. We didn't dare say a word, for fear of breaking the spell. I crawled up next to him, snuggling up against his chest, listening to his breathing and his beating heart. I could feel his hand lightly caress the curve of my hip and I smiled knowing that it had not all been a dream and that we really had found each other. We closed our eyes allowing our minds to drift into slumber, welcoming the comming dawn.

August Alvarez For Bobbie...the girl I let get away.