Angel Ch. 07

"That was wonderful, Harold." A minute later, she added: "I hope you want to stay here tonight. I really love cuddling up with you in bed, you know."

"Of course, Angel. I like it as much as you do."

She got to her feet, gingerly picked up the used condom and went to the bathroom to flush it away. After washing off her belly and the streaks of the lubricant that had trickled out of her pussy, Angel returned to her bedroom. It was Harold's turn to clean himself off, and do whatever else he needed and, while he was doing it, Angel replaced the bottom sheet, which was soaked with semen and Aqualube. When he returned, they finished making the bed and got into it together, in the spoon position, with his front pressed tightly up against her back, and both of them using the same pillow. Angel's long, blonde hair in his face was something of a nuisance but, to him, the opportunity to share a bed with the lovely T-girl was easily worth it. They snuggled together in bed, tired but happy from the wonderful way they had started the new year, whispering to each other until they both drifted off to sleep.

Shortly after daybreak, Angel woke up with morning wood, and smiled happily at feeling that her bedmate had the same condition. Carefully, wanting to avoid waking him, she pried his arm off her side, got up and went to the bathroom to relieve herself and take care of other personal needs. When she returned to the bedroom, the sunlight streaming through the window provided enough illumination for Angel to find her way around, and there was no need to turn on the overhead electric light.

She smiled lewdly at the sight of the sleeping Harold. In her absence, he had shifted position, and was lying on his back, uncovered, with his stiff cock sticking up into the air. Not wanting to have such a nice erection be wasted, Angel went to the bureau drawer where she kept her sex supplies and got out a condom and one of the small bottles of Aqualube. After licking his cock to make the application easier, she rolled on the prophylactic. Harold stirred slightly, and smiled in his sleep, but did not seem to wake up. Angel smiled too. It appeared that he was having a pleasant dream, but she was about to do something with him that would be much more fun for both of them than even the most enjoyably erotic dream.

The last time she had bought condoms at the neighborhood pharmacy, Angel had also bought some of the small plastic squeeze bottles of Aqualube, expecting to carry one in her purse. Besides being small, they had long, narrow nozzles, so she could easily apply the contents to her own pussy without having to reach way back and insert a finger. Most of the time, she and the man with her would apply lubricant from a larger bottle but, at times like that morning when she would be applying it herself, the small bottle should work perfectly. Ripples of pleasure swirled through her body when she wiggled the tip of the nozzle into her pussy, squirted the Aqualube into herself, and spread it with the side of the nozzle. She smiled at the ripples, but she knew the nozzle would be followed by something that would feel vastly better.

After covering Harold's cock with the rest of the Aqualube, Angel straddled his body and moved forward until his cock was behind her, aimed at the tight, lubricated hole where she wanted it. He seemed to be still sleeping, but she suspected he was just pretending. Either way, Angel was quite sure that he would not object to the way she was about to have them start the year. Holding the base of his shaft with one hand, and spreading her rosebud open with the fingers of the other, Angel guided the tip of Harold's cock until it was pressed against the tiny opening she was creating. Leaning slightly backward, she felt a sudden burst of pleasure as it wedged inside her.

Apparently he felt the same kind of sensation, because Harold's eyes popped open and, a second later, a smile spread across his face after seeing the sexy body of the delightful T-girl above him. "I must say, Angel," he greeted her. "This is certainly a nice way to wake up."

"It is for me too," she replied. "And, it's going to get even better."

"I know it is."

They were both right; it got much better. From the fucking she had gotten the previous night, Angel's pussy was still somewhat stretched open, and the first time she lowered her body to imbed Harold's cock, almost two hard inches surged into her, evoking a gasp of delight. She felt a great wave of pleasure sweep over her body from the thickness of it spreading the entrance to her pussy and expanding the attached channel, while the pleasure bumps on the condom were already raking across her rear clit. Harold sighed happily too, because Angel's pussy was still tight enough to squeeze the entire length of his shaft that had been enveloped, sending blissful ripples through his body. Over and over, she rocked forward and back, until every inch of Harold's cock was inside her. She smiled happily at him while his pubic hair tickled the soft skin around her pussy, and prepared to start some high quality fucking.

The man under her was just as ready. He smiled back and placed his hands on her thighs, for the same reason as he had the previous night. Her clit was already erect, but he knew Angel wouldn't be ready to cum for quite a while yet. She would let him know when she was close, and he would stroke her to climax. For a long and excruciatingly pleasurable minute, they stayed as they were, letting her pussy squeeze his cock, and his cock stretch her pussy and massage her rear clit. Tremendous pleasure reverberated through both of their bodies. When they were ready, she slowly raised herself, withdrawing most of the way off his hard shaft.

When just the head was still inside, she paused and slowly lowered her body, enveloping all of his shaft. At just the right time, Harold pushed down on her legs and drove his cock upward into Angel. As it had a minute earlier, the long, thick shaft stretched open her pussy and love channel and scraped against her rear clit for the entire length of the stroke, until it was buried deeply inside her. The very happy man and woman sighed, delighted with the pleasure they were giving to each other and that they were receiving. Continually moving as slowly as she could, Angel leaned forward again, beginning another partial withdrawal of her pussy.

Back and forth she rocked, for a long time, every movement producing new thrills for her and for the man under her, who rammed his cock up into her at every stroke. From the tremendous pleasure that resulted from every movement, Angel's clit had become erect; she could feel her climax welling up inside her groin, like an active volcano just before its eruption, and she knew it was time for Harold to stroke her there.

"I'm getting ready to cum, Harold. Can you play with my clit?" He responded by reaching out and taking a gentle grip on the erect organ.

Angel started moving faster. The Aqualube inside her pussy had completely liquefied, and there was no friction as she moved up and down, impaling herself on Harold's stiff shaft as he drove it in and out of her. "Uh! Uh!" she whimpered from the incredible waves of pleasure that crashed through her. They came from where the opening to her pussy, and the adjacent channel were being stretched and released, and from where her rear clit was being massaged. Not only was Harold's cock generating pleasure that inundated Angel, his pumping hand delighted a different part of her body. He stroked her clit at the same tempo as she fucked herself on his upright cock, until Angel's volcano of pleasure burst out.

"Yes!" she cried joyously, as she climaxed, ejaculating on Harold's hand and on his belly. He continued stroking her, and three more spurts of her semen shot out of her clit, before she was through cumming.

It was a great orgasm for Angel, but Harold had not cum, nor had either of them expected him to do so. They both knew what caused morning wood. She leaned to her right, and slowly fell off him, pulling her pussy away from his still-erect cock. Being very fond of Angel, Harold would have enjoyed lying in bed and cuddling with her, but he had a more urgent need to attend to.

"I'll be right back," he announced, and headed for the bathroom, still wearing his condom.

Smiling at the marvelous way her year was starting, Angel lay naked in bed, waiting for his return. A few minutes later, he was back, equally naked but lacking an erection. This would not be a problem, because Angel was well aware that a few seconds in her warm, wet mouth would have his cock even harder than it had been when he awoke.

Harold was fully aware of what would be happening momentarily, and he was 100% in favor of the idea too. Seconds after he rejoined Angel in bed, lying on his back, her legs were straddling him, with her pussy above and in front of his face, his cock held lightly in her hand, and her tongue avidly caressing the upper side. After the first wet stroke, he could feel it starting to stiffen, and it got harder every time she licked it.

Angel felt the rapid change too. She smiled to herself and tilted her head so she could move her mouth around to the other sides and lick them too. In seconds, Harold's cock was almost fully erect and she raised her head so she could use her tongue to stroke the tip of it. The velvety texture makes that her favorite place to lick, and her tongue happily caressed him there as it had the previous night, continuing as she moved her face lower, and enveloped his cock in her mouth. As she always did, Angel reveled in the way the thick shaft slid between her lips, as her tongue laved the smooth skin that was stretched so tightly over its hardness.

She continued to engulf Harold's cock, taking it deeply into her mouth until the tip pressed against the back of her throat. Once again, she felt no discomfort, even when she moved her mouth around, letting his entire erection rub all over the insides of her cheeks and her soft palate and along her lips. When that teasing was finished, Angel slowly raised her head, avidly licking the shaft as she removed her mouth from around Harold's cock. With just the head held between her lips, she caressed it all over, especially delighting in probing with the tip of her tongue into the slit on the end.

Thoroughly enjoying what the beautiful T-girl was doing for his cock, Harold also adored the view in front of him. Her pussy was less than a foot from his face, but the left over Aqualube dripping down her crotch and thighs made him loath to orally express that adoration. However, even coated with the excess lubricant, Harold regarded Angel's pussy as such a thing of beauty, that he had no difficulty letting his fingers express his opinion. He reached up with both hands and began caressing the smooth skin around Angel's adorable rosebud.

When she felt their presence, Angel smiled to herself and continued to stroke Harold's cock between her lips. His fingers felt good on her pussy, as they always did and, from the erotic combination of his caresses and the cock in her mouth, she could feel her clit starting to stiffen. She knew that Harold would be aware of it too, and would bring her to another climax when the time arrived. That would be a while, though, and he would fill her mouth with his cum, which she would swallow, before she would be completely ready for her orgasm.

Angel shifted her knees, preparatory to getting down to some serious sucking of the cock in her mouth. Her movements remained slow, but every stroke completely engulfed the hard shaft, as she opened her throat to let the head slide down there. It felt good, and Angel massaged the tip with the muscles in her throat, while her tongue caressed the hard cylinder. She was extremely happy about how practice had enabled her to suck a cock all the way into her mouth, bringing more joy to the men in her life and more into hers. Angel continued sucking slowly and for a long time, wanting to bring Harold to the most enjoyable climax she could.

He writhed on the bed from the incredible pleasure Angel was giving him. Her mouth on his cock sent joy flooding through his body, and her pussy felt so delightful against his fingers that he almost considered replacing them with his tongue. He knew he was getting close to cumming, so Harold reached out, touched her clit, and started slowly stroking it.

She knew he was close to cumming too, so Angel started sucking his cock faster, with her lips squeezing the shaft more tightly. Not wanting to have his semen shoot directly down her throat without allowing her to savor its taste, she stopped taking his cock in as deeply, and kept her tongue ready to catch his cum. As she felt his cock throbbing, Angel continued sucking, loving everything she was doing for her partner and everything he was doing for her.

His cock jerked in her mouth, as Harold started cumming. Angel's tongue was covered with the first gush of his semen, thrilling her taste buds. She didn't swallow it right away, wanting to relish the texture as well as the flavor, but she did briefly stop sucking to let it flow off her tongue. When her mouth resumed its labor of love, Angel's lips were as tight as she could get them, so she could squeeze out more semen and avoid losing any. The second and third spurts of cum that landed exactly where she wanted them were just as delicious as the first, and Angel kept sucking until she was sure no more of the viscous treat would be forthcoming.

Holding the tip of Harold's cock between her lips, she swirled his semen inside her mouth, feeling it with the entire interior, until she finally swallowed it. After that, she licked everything off the softening shaft, and squeezed everything out of its interior, using the technique she had learned. After satisfying herself that none of his semen had been wasted, Angel raised her head, prepared to enjoy her own climax. She was confident that her partner would know how to bring it about in the most pleasurable way for both of them.

After Angel finished sucking and licking all the semen from his cock, Harold knew that he could bring her to an orgasm just from the way he was stroking her clit. However, he wanted her to have the best one possible, and he knew how to ensure that she did. While his right hand moved back and forth on her clit, he twined the index and middle finger on his left hand, and held it against her pussy. There was enough lubrication there that it wasn't necessary to spread her cheeks, and he plunged his fingers inside her. He could tell he was reaching her rear clit, and he fucked them in and out of her pussy.

She moaned blissfully. "That feels wonderful, Harold. Keep doing that." She also encouraged him by fucking back to meet the thrusts of his fingers.

He did what she wanted, because it was what he wanted also. Slowly at first, then faster when he felt her clit throbbing, Harold drove his fingers all the way in and out of Angel's pussy while his other hand pumped her clit. It was gratifying to see her hips swivel, thrusting her knees into the mattress on either side of him, and he increased his speed even more.

"Yes! Yes!" Angel cried out in ecstasy as her climax bubbled up within her groin and exploded outward. A spurt of semen gushed onto the man who had elicited it.

When he felt her clit jerking, Harold knew Angel had started to cum He didn't stop, but kept stroking her clit with one hand and fucking her pussy with the fingers of the other, until he saw her start to sag forward. Her collapse pulled her pussy from his fingers, and he released her clit, to let her lie beside his softening cock, with her face beside his leg. She lay there for a few minutes, before moving to lie beside him.

After their orgasms, Harold and Angel happily lay side by side in bed until they had caught their breath and regained their strength. "What a great way to start the new year," he remarked. She smiled and nodded in agreement. He continued: "Do you want to go out to brunch, after we get cleaned up?"

She liked that idea too. It had started to becoming custom of hers, after a night and morning of sex, to go out to brunch with the man who had shared his bed or kept Angel company in hers. She liked it, for the good food that would be involved and for the "good life" feeling it gave her.

Without much discussion, it was decided that it would make more sense for Harold to go to his own flat and shower and do whatever else he would do, and get dressed. The alternative would be for them both to crowd into her shower again, and for him to put on his soiled clothing, go to his flat and change to something clean. He would need to shave also, and his razor and other things needed were in his own flat. Showering together would be fun, but they were through with sex for the morning, and would get cleaner and would get ready for brunch faster if they both used their own facilities.

When he was done, Harold returned to Angel's flat. They took the lift down to his car, and he drove them to the same restaurant as they had gone to before. Brunch, as before, was delicious. The servers in the neighborhood restaurant were getting to know Angel by sight, and they already knew Harold. While eating, they talked about what they would be doing that day, and their resolutions, especially his.

"I'm glad I was able to help you keep your New Year's resolution," she told him, with a grin on her face. "I really enjoyed it too, you know, and I hope you continue to keep it every time you can." That was as close as she would come to asking a man to eat her pussy.

He grinned back. "I did too, and I really want to continue keeping it for the rest of the year." That was as close as he would ever come to asking any kind of commitment from her.

"Well, I certainly don't want you to break it." That was as close as she would come to giving him that commitment.

Angel had a resolution of her own. She wanted to become more social with the women she worked with. Already, she lunched with them most days, but she wanted to do more. Every Friday, some of her coworkers stopped at a nearby pub to have a drink together and talk about their weekend plans, and Angel wanted to join them sometimes, starting in a few days. There was no need for her to be invited; as a fellow bank employee with a cordial relationship, she already had a standing invitation.

Wednesday and Thursday and most of Friday were routine, to the degree that handling large amounts of money and valuable paper can be routine. It was late Friday afternoon and Angel, not usually a clock-watcher, was almost counting the seconds until closing time when a new customer approached her station. She had never seen him before, and she definitely would have remembered if she had. The man wore an expensive leather jacket and was quite handsome in a very masculine way, big and broad-shouldered, with short, iron-gray hair and a square chin. His appearance was almost the epitome of what Angel favored in her men. A warm feeling swept over her, somewhat akin to the one she felt on her first meeting with George Parker, but in a more mature way.

Angel smiled prettily at the handsome stranger. She smiled at all the bank customers who came to her window, but this time it was slightly less business-like and much more flirtatious. He smiled back, apologized for getting there so late in the day, and set a small stack of financial documents on the counter between them. She groaned inwardly because Angel could see she was going to be late in leaving, although she did feel pleasure at spending the time with a man so ruggedly handsome and desirable.

"That's quite alright, Mr. Gordon," Angel responded, looking at the name on the top document. "We will be here as long as necessary to serve you." She was completely sincere in what she said, and her response would have been the same, even if the man had been short and homely.