Flying Together

She seemed surprised that I was doing so, and tried to stop me. She gave me a look of fear, and I asked her what was wrong. She looked as if she was about to cry . . . started sniffling and talking nonsense about misfits . . . and told me to sit on the couch. I did, confused and worried about whether or not I had done something wrong.

She pulled her jeans down, than removed her bright red panties. I was shocked by what she revealed. The woman I had just fallen in love with, head-over-heels, and found to have so much in common with, was a pre-op transgender woman. I seemed surprised, but then . . . somehow, it didn't feel wrong in any way.

I stood up, as she stood there, tears running down her face because she thought that I was getting up to leave.

I took off my jeans and my boxers, and I took her in my arms and embraced her fully. She hugged me back and buried her face in my neck. We just stood there, holding each other, our cocks brushing against each other and irresistibly responding to each other's touch.

I looked down at her, and we both smiled. We knew it was okay. I knelt down in front of her and took her in my mouth, as she gasped. I wasn't sure what to do, but as I began to suck her off it started to come to me like an instinctual reflex. I took her completely inside my mouth and massaged her cock with my tongue, while running my hands up and down her legs, around her ass and within her crack, past her cleavage. Her hands held my head close to her pelvis and matched my undulations.

She came in my mouth, and I tried my best to swallow it all down, even though some leaked out of my mouth. She shuddered and pulled me up to kiss me again. We ravaged each other for a while, as she tasted her own cum in my mouth, then kissing at every square inch of each other's bodies. Our cocks touched again and hardened beyond belief, before she turned me around on all fours onto the couch and lubed herself up.

Without hesitation, I let her begin to impale me with her throbbing member. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I knew that she would take care of me and I trusted her completely. The pain faded as she caressed me with her hands throughout the entire process. When we were both comfortable, she began to pump me and I began to push back into her to meet her movements.