My clock radio said it was 6:35 in the morning. That means that my annoying alarm would start going off in fifteen minutes or so. But I didn't need an alarm clock to tell me about how my morning was going to be; I felt the playful movements of my beautiful Hawaiian lover behind me. She is a petite 5'4" tall and weighs about one hundred pounds. Like all of the most beautiful girls in the islands she is a mix of Hawaiian, Japanese, Filipino, Chinese, and American. Her skin is a beautiful soft almond toned color, her hair is a luscious black, with natural bleached highlights, her eyes are the most seductive almond shape I have ever encountered, her breasts are perfectly proportioned and the final feature of my beautiful lover is a luscious 6 inch cock nestled between her perfect thighs.
Over here girls like her are called mahus and I feel lucky to have found the most beautiful one in the world. We met normally, in a community college class. Talks after class, lunches at a local pub, endless phone calls, and eventually, dinner dates. It was after about two or maybe three months into our socializing that I got "the question". If any of you out there have ever really dated a transsexual you know the question I mean. Even though she had been quite open to me from the beginning about who she really was, she still felt the need to brace up her emotional stability by asking me point blank if I could handle a complete relationship with a transsexual. It was something I had been asking myself, since I had found myself enjoying her company more and more. The night she asked me I figured the best way to answer her was to stand up directly in front of her, look deep into those mesmerizing eyes of hers, and give her one of those deep passionate old movie style kisses, with a full Hawaiian moon reflecting off the ocean in the background of course.
Back to the present. She snuggles up close behind me and puts her arms around me. I smell her pikake flower scented body lotion as I feel her breasts start to press against my back. I decide to play act I am still asleep as I try and remember if she went to bed wearing any under-shorts the night before. Her hands that had just been placed around me found my nipples underneath my baggy t-shirt. She tweaked and squeezed both of my nipples, which I don't care if you are male or female, is arousing. I moaned softly to show her how pleased I was with her efforts, as I felt her shift her body position behind me. The next thing I felt told me exactly how she felt this morning; the hard head of her penis pressing against my left butt check told my she was unashamedly horny!
I decided to quit play-acting and roll over, before I was shifted all the way around she gave me a quick kiss and said: "Good morning honey." "Good morning sweetie." I replied. "I'm horny." She said by way of a morning greeting. How could anyone feel bad on a morning such as this? She pushed me back and slid down so she could work on my cock with her lips and tongue. It took all of about thirty seconds to get me fully erect. God how I love that! She sat up facing me batting her erection against mine. "Sorry did I wake you?" she asked, with a pouting look on her face. I was extremely turned on, which was good, considering her next idea. You've heard of takin' it to the hole in basketball? Well so has she, and she's not exactly a fan of the NBA. Her pout turned into a devilish grin. She pushed me all the way back and started to give me a wet sloppy blowjob. This is her way to let me know that I have to relax, yes that kind of relax. In my relationship with her, I have learned that gender dysphoria comes in many forms. Thanks to the Internet, I have learned that some transsexuals want to be women and hate their male genitalia, and others want to be women, and still use their male genitalia. My lover is one of those who greatly enjoys' to use her cock. It is one of the facts of our relationship I have to accept. I don't mind, because I accept my lover as the beautiful woman she is. To use the "web-site" terminology she is totally passable. To her family she is a woman, to my family she is a woman, to people on campus, and the bar and grill she works at, she is a woman. The fact she has a penis and likes to use it, doesn't change that she is a woman to those who it matters. Enough ethics, she had stopped slobbing my knob so to speak, and worked her tongue down towards my anus.
At first the idea of letting her put her penis in my ass was unsettling, but I figured it was part of my accepting who she is. She had me roll over so I was on my side again. Her tongue was now forcing it's way past my sphincter. After I felt like my ass had been completely bathed in her saliva, she crawled up the bed until her lips were next to my ear. From the movement I felt on the bed I knew she was stroking her cock in her hand. I heard her lustily whisper into my ear: "I love you dear." As she said this I felt her rub the head of her cock against my anus. I knew what she was going to do next, but I had to throw in an amendment; "I love you too, but before you put her in me, you'd better get the lubricant." She stopped what she was doing, put the pouting look back on her face for a second, and reached over to the nightstand and got the tube of lube. After ensuring that she was sufficiently lubricated, she again pressed the head of her cock against my anus. Slowly she started to push it forward. I was glad I insisted on the lubricant as I felt her slide past my opening. As I breathed in sharply she whispered in my ear: "Relax honey, it will feel good in a second, it already feels good to me now." She gave a little giggle then, and started to work it in and out; as she reached around with her hand still covered in lubricant, and started to stroke my own painfully erect cock.
As I felt her slippery hand slide up and down my shaft, and felt her slippery shaft slide in and out of me, I was in heaven. I felt her slide her penis in deeper to my anus, and I knew she felt the same. She stopped working on my cock, and grabbed my hips, and started slamming her cock into me faster and faster. I felt her hands and arms break out in sweat, as her breathing got faster and faster with each thrust. I just lied there letting her enjoy herself. I reached down and started to stroke my self off, I was surprised how close I was to cumming. That's when I heard her moan loudly: "I'm cumming!" A few deep breaths and deeper thrusts of her cock, I felt her penis shoot a warm load of cum into the depths of my ass.
With a deep breath she collapsed against my shoulder. My own hand was working furiously on my own cock. With a satisfying grunt I shot my own load all over the sheets in front of me. I pulled myself forward, letting her now soft penis slide out of my ass. I put my arms around her and held her close. Then I kissed her deeply, and pulled her close to me again. She pulled away and looked up at me with a smile. "I guess you would have done the same if you had woken up first?" "Yes I said, you beat me to the punch this morning." She giggled again. "Well..." she said as she reached to the nightstand for her pack of cigarettes, took out one of the long slim menthols, lit it, and exhaled a cone of smoke towards the ceiling; "... once I finish this, you can start round two." She brought the cigarette back up to her smiling lips, as I lay back to catch my breath, the clock now said it was 6:52. We still had time for round two, and a trip to the showers!
To be continued...