Ken and Ayala Ch. 03
Keywords: 03, Ch., and, Ken, Ayala,
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*Chapter 3 – Cleansing*
I'm glad we ended up at her place and not mine the night before. It's amazing how much cleaner women's apartments always were compared to mine. Especially their bathrooms.
Her bathroom was your typical girl's bathroom. There was a host of styling and makeup equipment arranged on the bathroom counter, and the room smelled of her sweet but subtle perfume. She had a cute-sy teddy bear theme going on with the decorations in the room, from the wallpaper to the towels to the soap dish. (mental note: she likes teddy bears, never know when that might come in handy!) In the bathtub, there was about fifteen different kinds of shampoo and conditioner and whatever else, something I guessed that beautiful women with long, soft, shimmering raven hair needed to keep their hair, well . . . soft and shimmering.
"Wow," I exclaimed. "Thank goodness I'm a guy. I could never put up with having to use this much shampoo."
"Oh, you big dork, shut up! You love my hair. Admit it, Ken, you looove my hair. You looove it, you loooooove it," she chimed melodically as she poked me in the chest with a challenging demeanor, then started twirling a few strands of her beautiful hair as if to emphasize her point.
"Okay, okay! I loooove your hair," I imitated her tone. "And in fact, beautiful lady, it's sexy as hell. All I'm saying is that I'm glad I don't have to deal with all the shampoo and conditioner and hairstyling that goes with it!" I poked her in her firm stomach and, as she opened her mouth to protest, I leapt in for a kiss.
"Mmmm," was her response to my liplocking, as she kissed back and closed her beautiful, brown eyes.
We finally stopped, and she winked. "So Mister, are you just going to stand there naked, or jump in the shower with me and let me wash your back? You're pretty dirty, you know." Turning around and brushing her cute firm butt against my cock, she turned the shower's hot water on and stepped into the bathtub.
"I know." I sat there, staring at her body for a second, admiring it in all its beauty. Her raven hair, rolling down to her shoulders in gentle waves. Her cute facial features with a smile that could melt an iceberg. Her well defined but appropriately curvy body, an hourglass figure that portrayed her soft, feminine touch, accompanied by muscular and slender arms and legs that I couldn't keep my hands off of. Her rock-hard abs. Her perfect size C breasts that made me want to drop my jaw every time I caught a glimpse of them.
I eagerly followed her into the bathtub with a silly schoolboy grin on my face. What had I ever done to deserve her?
She was standing with her back to the shower, streams of water cascading down her sculpted physique. I stood there, facing her, with jets of water bouncing off her shoulders and landing on my chest. I raised my hand to her face to brush away the now wet hair that had fallen in front of her left eye, pushing it away from her face, then letting my hand caress her cheek. Her eyes closed, and I leaned in to kiss her wet lips. I felt like the luckiest man in the world, to have her tenderness, her warmth, her amazing body so close to me. Her olive complexion pressed against my dark tan complexion as we leaned in closer.
And as I leaned in to kiss this beautiful woman, the tip of my cock touched hers. Me, a straight man, and her, an amazingly attractive and feminine transgendered woman.
My cock, touching her cock.
That's all it ever took for us to go into overdrive.
She threw her arms around me and pulled me into her, as we kissed with incredible heat. The hot water only added to the passionate sexual blaze of our own bodies as we responded to each other, standing there in the shower. My hand wrapped around her waist and held her steady as one of her legs began to wrap itself around me. We thrust ourselves together, our cocks pressed hard against each other's bellies, as our tongues probed each other's mouths, desperately seeking to affirm our deep connection and to remind each other of our heat and passion. It was amazing . . . we had just made love before we even stepped foot into her bathroom, intending to wash up and go out for the night, but it seemed like neither of us were tired of fucking like rabbits and neither of us wanted to ever stop. I was wondering if we'd ever get our clothes back on and make it out tonight . . . I almost hoped we wouldn't . . .
Her cock hardened to its full length as it pressed against me, and she pulled away from me and let it brush past my own hard cock while stepping back into the water. Her head behind the flow of the shower, water splashed against my chest. She brought her hand up, tracing my pecs ever so slowly, so seductively, with a look of hunger in her eyes, starting to encircle my right nipple with her index finger. She started to massage my chest with both hands, squeezing my muscles, tweaking my nipples, while standing at just the perfect distance to let our cocks touch each other, softly, gently making contact and continuing to charge us with seemingly endless sexual electricity.
I was almost completely paralyzed with the pleasure I felt. I wouldn't have dreamed that our cocks touching would be enough to drive me to feelings of passion that most people can't imagine . . . but it seemed that Ayala had helped me to realize a new dream, to open my mind to her transsexual nature, and to make me realize that not only did it not take away from the connection we felt towards one another, but rather, it actually made it stronger and hotter.
Reveling in the feeling of Ayala's cock "kissing" mine, her hands caressing my chest, I thought I would return the attention she was giving to me. My arms traced up her firm musculature, starting on the insides of her thighs, while lingering dangerously close to her cock for several seconds (her cock that I wanted to jerk off so bad, to feel strings of her hot cum on my hands, to lick off of my fingers, but . . . I resisted for the time being); this caused Ayala to breathe in sharply, in anticipation of my touching her there, until I moved further up her body. I swept up past her tight abs and up to her tender breasts, which were so smooth and felt amazing to cup in my hands. I mimicked her movements, circling my fingers around her nipples, giving each one careful and gentle attention, and cupping her breasts and massaging them. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she took in the sensation, her hands faltering at my chest for a second as she felt the same passionate paralysis invade her own body. But she continued to knead my chest and trace her fingers across my figure.
Her fingers went down, down, down past my stomach and reaching my thighs. I did the same with her, to reflect her movements, but she aggressively slapped my hands away.
"No," she commanded, staring up into my eyes. I couldn't do anything but obey, and lose myself in the magic of her touch. She wanted to do me first . . .
She took my cock by her right hand, slipped around me deftly in the shower so that the water was hitting my back, and then knelt down and started to jerk me off. Her other hand picked up a washcloth and she began to press it against my back, deftly adding soap as she sudsed me up and started to wash my body while still expertly jacking my throbbing rod. Every now and again, she would use the cloth to play with my balls as I stood there and ran my fingers through her long, wet hair. My knees started knocking, it felt so good, with the warmth of the water on my back and her hands taking expert care of me . . . every inch of me . . . and I closed my eyes and took it all in.
I felt a sudden movement, and without warning she swallowed me, up to the hilt, in her mouth and began to bob her head as if the only thing she wanted to do or cared about was making me cum. It was unbelievable, how fast she took me in, and how amazing she was at sucking me down. She was so good at it, and I had no idea how it was possible for her to do the things with her mouth and her tongue and her fingers that she did to me. Even after having spent a whole day with her. I could feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat again and again, and she continued to do it, so hungry for me that she didn't care what it took to make me cum.
What made it doubly amazing was that I saw her own cock, rigid with excitement and bouncing up and down, and the sight of it drove the fires of lust throughout my entire body.
And, what was even more amazing beyond that, was that I couldn't wait until the moment when I could do the same thing to her, make her cum into my own mouth and taste her. I couldn't ever forget how good she tasted, how incredible she felt throbbing in my mouth, as I was in hers right now.
I felt my body boiling over once again, surprised at how fast it came, and exploded into her. It went deep into her throat, and she didn't stop until every last bit of cum had been milked out of me. She wanted all of it, and she wouldn't let me back off for a second. I groaned loudly as she drained me of every last drop, and then I collapsed in front of her, sitting down in the shower, feeling oh so happy . . . and oh so spent.
She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. "I think you liked that, huh?" She was giving me that wicked smile of hers, the one that appeared on her cute little face whenever she knew she had done something insanely hot or remarkably seductive.
"Yeah, you know, that was only the best I've ever had in my life . . ." I whispered, my breath still heaving from the steam of the shower and the heat of Ayala's passionate blowjob.
"I think, Mister, that you still need some cleaning . . . my sweet baby, come here," Ayala cooed, pulling me towards her and turning me around so I was again facing the showerhead but with my back resting on her body, her breasts pressing into my back, her legs open and her cock pressed firmly against my back. Her cock seemed to remind me of how hot she still was, and how I still wanted – no, needed – to make her feel my hunger for her as much as she had just done for me.
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Keywords: 03, Ch., and, Ken, Ayala,