The Trans Ultra Collection Vol 1

by Ursula Lovelace

  I reached down between her legs to hold the base of her shaft. I stroked it with the same pattern I used to jerkoff. Then, I wetted my lips as I guided her cock to my face.

  Finally, I went on my knees and swallowed her throbbing member. Her taste was salty yet sweet. Pure instinct guided me as I suckled her.

  “Chase... OH!” she groaned, leaning onto my bed for support. I gave her balls a small squeeze. “That’s it!”

  I wanted to make Arinya feel special. It was as if I was making up for the years of being treated like a social outcast. Considering my lack of experience, I was going off the same things that would make me happy.

  Nonetheless, I was having a great time as well. She returned my love and affection in equal measure. All those pent up emotions in both of us rose to the surface.

  Before long, she came loudly in my mouth. I continued to suck her as she spewed her load into me. Her cock throbbed between my lips as it spurted its sticky cargo.

  I kept suckling her after swallowing the last drop of cum. It was Arinya who stopped me by pulling me off of her. It was just the break I needed. I took a moment to catch a breath.

  Arinya, however, looked like she wanted to go on and on. “I’ve never been this hard before, Chase.”

  I chuckled. “I guess I have that effect on people.”

  Not minding where my lips had been, she brought me up for a hot kiss. It felt so natural kissing Arinya. There was something illicit and exciting about kissing a girl with a cock.

  Arinya helped me undress before entangling her legs between mine. I felt her cock and pubic hair touch my bare buttocks. I felt her cock make its way towards the rosebud of my ass. Then, I felt her rest the head of her prick against my nether orifice.

  “Chase, I’m going to enter you from behind,” she stated, her eyes gleaming with desire. “Do you want this?”

  I breathlessly replied. “Arinya, please fuck me!”

  I wasn’t sure how pleasant anal sex would be. I was afraid it would be quite painful. However, I knew I could trust Arinya.

  She took her cock into one hand and used her other hand to adjust my body. Letting gravity take care of the rest, Arinya allowed my body to impale itself on her hard prick. It felt like threading the eye of a needle! “AHHH!”

  Arinya’s eyes flashed with concern as I cried out. “Chase, are you alright?”

  Tears welled up in my eyes. She was well-endowed and stretching my ass wide. However, pleasure began to overtake the pain I felt. After a brief moment, I got accustomed to this intrusion. “It hurts… but I’m getting used to it…”

  Arinya moaned as she steadily pumped into me. “Chase, you’re so fucking tight…”

  She rotated my body and fucked me from a different angle. Her cock explored the depths of my ass. It was a new experience for both of us.

  I sensed that she was relieved that our attraction was mutual. Arinya had been a loner for years. At the same time, I guessed she had experimented with her prick before this.

  With time, I became used to having a huge cock in my tight ass. I began to slowly ride bounce over her shaft. We established a steady rhythm as we moaned in tandem.

  When she felt that I was secure, Arinya moved her hands down to grope my ass. My body bounced wildly against her hands. I felt a tingling sensation spread throughout my body like wildfire. “Yes, fuck me, Arinya!”

  Soon, it was my turn to climax. She rode me harder and faster. It was just what I need to achieve my orgasm. Between Arinya’s lovemaking and my pent up desire, I was ready to go off like a rocket.

  Finally, I came hard. “I’m going to come! AHHH!”

  In fact, we both came. My cock grew rigid and unleashed it sticky luggage onto Arinya’s abdomen. She kept fucking me as I spurted my seed.

  My ass tightened around her thick cock like a noose. I didn’t know how she still had cum in her balls after firing off her first load. I felt her seed swim around my thoroughly fucked ass. I had never experienced anything like this before.

  Unfortunately, we couldn’t go on like this. We rested together in bed. I held Arinya tightly in my arms. She whispered to me. “I love you, Chase.”

  I replied. “I love you too, Arinya.”

  During the following weeks, we became boyfriend and girlfriend. We didn’t care what the other students said about us. We were happy together.

  Unfortunately, a deadline loomed over us. I would have to go back to the United States in a month. This wasn’t a holiday break. I would be gone for good. Arinya couldn’t follow me. She had to stay with her family in Thailand. I knew leaving her would be like tearing my heart from my chest.

  A week before I had to leave, we met in my apartment. Arinya poured her heart out in front of me. She begged me to stay.

  “Arinya, we’ll be able to stay in touch,” I said, stroking her cheek. “Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to come and stay with you after I graduate.”

  She shook her head. “But that’s two years from! How can I live without you?”

  “We’ll manage,” I said with a bittersweet smile. “You’re the bravest person I ever met. I’ll always love you no matter how far away I am. You’ll be fine without me.”

  Arinya dried her tears. “You’ll promise me you’ll call me every day?”

  I chuckled. “Maybe phone calls are a little expensive. I can email you though!”

  She laughed before turning serious. “Deal.”

  I noticed a strange look on her face. “What’s wrong?”

  Arinya blushed. “Can we have sex again?”

  My girlfriend wasn’t just a lover. She was a good friend and confidante. I felt like I could share anything with her.

  I smiled. “You don’t have to ask me twice!”

  When we kissed, it wasn’t surely for sexual pleasure. I wanted us to make love. I poured every fiber of my being in pleasing Arinya.

  She held me in her arms like I was the most precious thing in the world to her. We had forged a powerful bond over the years. I knew this connection would last even if we were thousands of miles apart.

  We made love slowly this time. She nuzzled her cheek against my bare chest. I pinched and pulled at her hard nipples. We knew each other’s sweet spots after months of lovemaking.

  When it came time to fuck, we had the same deliberate slowness.

  Arinya looked so damn beautiful. She had flowered from the awkward girl into a beautiful woman. I had helped her become her new self.

  I loved the passion and bravery in her. I cried with her when my departure back to America approached. Yet, we had both grown strong. I knew we would be back together some day. For now, we just made love.

  Arinya got on top of me as her tongue forked its way into my mouth. My nipples were just as hard as hers. Our hands roamed the familiar panes of the other’s body.

  Pinned against the bed, I felt her cock enter into my ass. She was slow this time in contrast to our usual rushed pace. Nonetheless, she began to steadily piston in and out of. I moaned until my voice grew strained.

  It was absolutely incredible.

  We made love like two pieces of a greater whole. It felt more like a performance than a mere erotic coupling. It was the accumulation of our time learning and teaching each other.

  I was no longer the novice bumbling his way through sex. I was in complete control of my actions. I knew how to rock my hips and meet her cock. I knew how to push back whenever Arinya entered me. It was the difference between lust and love.

  We kissed each other through the sex session. She kissed my forehead when I sucked her shaft. Then, I met her lips with mine and she tasted the musty scent of her cock.

  Her prick was hitting all of my sweet spots. I beckoned her to go deeper. I wasn’t a virgin anymore.

  Arinya grunted as she thrust into me. My heels dug into her back as she pumped in and out. Her balls slapped against mine with each plunge. “Oh… Chase!”

  My orgasm came down like a thunderclap. My ass constricted on her cock like a
vice. Nothing could prepare me for its intensity. It felt like I had this insatiable sexual appetite that only a person like Arinya could fulfill.

  Picking up my legs, she continued to senselessly fuck me. Arinya had never gone so deep within me. I chanted. “Fuck me, Arinya! Fill me with your huge cock!”

  That set her off.

  She came just as hard as I did. Her hips jerked wildly as she shot her final load inside of me. My girlfriend was like a machinegun firing a bottomless magazine.

  We contorted onto the bed. Arinya was naturally flexible and I was thankful for taking yoga classes. We twisted and turned as we fucked. It was utterly spellbinding.

  However, the end was in sight.

  It wasn’t the end of just our lovemaking.

  It was the end of our time together in Thailand.

  I reached out to dry Arinya’s eyes. “Don’t cry, it’ll be alright.”

  She held back a batch of fresh tears. “I know. I’ll be strong for both of us. You’ve helped me realize I have the strength to be strong while you’re away. But you’ll be back, right?”

  “Of course, I will,” I said with a smile. I resolved to return to Thailand. It may have not been home but my time with Arinya had made me fall in love with it. “My place is with you.”

  She looked relieved. “This isn’t a goodbye. It’s… what do you Americans call it? See you later?”

  I chuckled and cupped her cheek. She wasn’t just some Thai girl I was dating. Arinya was the love of my life. “That’s right! We’ll see each other later.”

  We kissed again and held each other in our arms. So much had changed since I had arrived in Thailand. The young boy that had arrived was completely different from the man who would leave. I had matured into a different, better person. I knew I would return to be with Arinya someday.

  Finally, we broke apart.

  We both knew this wouldn’t be our last kiss.

  Dear Susan,

  By the time you’ve read this, I will have left your life and our marriage forever. As I write this, know that I wished there had been more time for me to explain what had happened. I’ve spent hours trying to turn my jumbled thoughts into words. My mind is a mess of so many different emotions.

  Know that I am sorry.

  I’m not sorry for having been caught. I’m sorry for hurting you and betraying the trust you had in me. I was supposed to be the husband you trusted. You always had this imagine of me as this loyal, thoughtful man. Instead, I am the husband who became involved with someone else.

  Most of all, I sorry of how you learned that I became involved with a trans woman.

  As far as I knew, you had never met Felicia before. She was a friend of an acquaintance I knew at one of your art galleries. When I first saw her, I never thought I would ever have a sexual relationship with her. I suppose it doesn’t matter what my initial impressions were of her. What is done is done.

  You won’t see either of us ever again.

  Felicia and I aren’t running off together. We’ve mutually decided to go our separate ways. She’s trying to rebuild her life just as much as I am. Please, don’t go after her with lawyers. This all my fault.

  Don’t think I’m trying to defend her. I never loved Felicia in spite of what I had done. I don’t know what I felt for her but I know that I care about you. If nothing else, believe me when I say that I still care about you.

  I never regretted marrying you. After all that’s happened, being your husband was one of my proudest achievements. At the same time, I knew I could’ve been a better man for you. I was always caught up in my work. I never realized how it affected our marriage until it was too late.

  I knew that it had been especially hard these past few months due to my new project. It was all of my fault for putting my job ahead of you. I never blamed you for our marriage problems in spite of us actually having problems.

  I had come into our marital bed as a virgin. I had gone on dates but nothing real had ever become of them. I just wasn’t attracted to them. I should’ve known that I wasn’t just attracted to men or women. I wanted both in one neat little package.

  I kept lying to myself about what I desired. When I met you, I had thought you were what I wanted. I was wrong but I was proud to have married a woman like you.

  I was hesitant to marry you on the eve of our wedding. It felt like a huge commitment to be with just one woman for the rest of my life. I talked to my friends about it but they dismissed it as garden variety cold feet. They told me I was a lucky man to marry you and I’d get over my wedding jitters.

  Yet, I felt as though I was making a decision that would narrow the people I would meet and the places I would go to. Nonetheless, my parents convinced me to go on with the wedding. My mother said I was blessed to have met you. You were kind, beautiful, intelligent, and a dozen other things.

  A part of me wanted to live out that typical married life fantasy with you. I wanted us to have a house with a white picket fence. I wanted us to have more children than we would know what to do with.

  Now, I’ve destroyed that dream. We can’t start a family. We were never meant to be together.

  I still loved what little time we spent together. People always said we were the perfect couple even if we didn’t feel that way. It must have been hard for you to keep up that front about our perfect marriage.

  I know I never gave you the attention you deserved. I was tired from work and having second thoughts about our marriage. You must have noticed that our sex life had dwindled into nonexistence over the past year. I’ll admit I let my hands and imagination make up for the lack of sex.

  I always thought our cold sex life was a natural part of marriage. The excitement of dating and our honeymoon was over. We had responsibilities now. You always said you married me knowing that my career would be an important part of who I was. Yet, it always felt like an excuse to explain our lack of passion and intimacy. Sex between us felt like an obligation rather than a genuine encounter between two lovers.

  Whenever the topic of sex came up, it was always about putting off having the baby until later. It was never about our sexual desires. Sex was just a means of procreation for us. It felt like a second job to me.

  I wished I had the strength to be the initiator in our encounters. I always felt that you needed me to be the one to lead the dance. I never had that kind of courage.

  Perhaps, we could have avoided all of this if I was just that courageous about my desires. In any case, I accepted it as just another phase in married life. It was easier for me to lie. Lie to you. Lie to me. Lie to everyone else.

  I suppose that big promotion from a year ago was the catalyst. Thinking back, I wished I had stopped myself from accepting it. At the time, I thought the extra money was just what we needed. It would allow us to save enough to have a baby. I knew how proud you were of me when I moved up the corporate ladder. If only we knew the cost of it.

  It wasn’t long before I was traveling the country and meeting with clients. I wanted you to come with me but I knew you hated traveling. I felt so alone sleeping by myself in some hotel suite. It just didn’t feel right.

  These trips made me feel nervous. I would be away for weeks from you. I wished I had talked to you more over the phone but I didn’t want to let my bosses think I was distracted by my home life. Instead, I was distracted by certain people.

  They were neither men nor women.

  They were both.

  These people fulfilled that repressed desire in my heart.

  It was a part of me that I had tried to deny for years. I was worried one extra glass of alcohol would be all it would take for me to seek out a tranny prostitute. I wanted to believe I could be faithful to you even if I wasn’t completely attracted to you. However, I couldn’t deny these urges to sleep with transsexuals.

  I fantasized have sex with them. They weren’t people I knew personally. They came in all shapes and sizes. These special women came from all walks of life. They could be anything fro
m a hooker to a waitress. All that mattered was that I lusted after them and their cocks.

  I had one fantasy about hiring a tranny prostitute late into the night. Another would involve meeting one at a seedy bar. I felt a desire for them that I didn’t share with you.

  All these fantasies ended in one way.

  I fucked them.

  We would do all kinds of naughty things to each other. One of them would suck my cock before I returned the favor. Maybe I would meet with two of them and we would take turns sucking each other off.