The Trans Ultra Collection Vol 2

by Ursula Lovelace

We spent more and more time together out of classes. Most of the time, we did homework together. There was a nice section in the library were we could book a private room. Of course, we rarely got any studying done.

  It made me realize that I didn’t just like Amanda for her looks. I simply loved being with her. She was learning to open up through me. In turn, I was getting an understanding of her hopes and dreams. She had dreams of working at an art gallery or museum.

  It was the perfect excuse to win another free trip to the local art gallery. My professor wasn’t afraid to promote his wife’s shows at the end of class. I snatched up two free tickets before anyone else had the chance to even look at them.

  Amanda was delighted once I showed her the tickets. She hugged the air out of me. “Thank you so much, James. I loved it the last time we went there.”

  I chuckled and caressed her cheek. “Let’s get there early so you don’t have to walk all the way in high heels.”

  “Oh, I forgot to mention,” Amanda replied. “My mom invited you over to dinner.”

  Now, I was the one thinking this was going too fast. It wasn’t like I had proposed to her or anything. “Dinner?”

  “We can do it right before the art show,” she answered. “I’ve been so thankful for everything you’ve done for me. I don’t want to seem like some freeloader.”

  I scratched the back of my head. “It feels like they want to meet their daughter’s boyfriend and threaten him if he breaks her heart.”

  “They’ll be on their best behavior,” she laughed. “Especially my dad.”

  A few days later, I parked my car at her house and knocked on the door. Amanda must have gotten up early to groom herself because she looked stunning. She was absolutely gorgeous in a blouse and skirt combo.

  Thankfully, dinner was wonderful. Amanda’s mom was a talented cook. I was envious of the fact that she could have a home cooked meal every day. It sure beat eating the grub they gave you at the cafeteria.

  It was my first time meeting Amanda’s dad. While he was gruff at first, he seemed to believe that I was a good man and would take care of his daughter. I guessed his wife had given him a stern talking to a few hours before dinner.

  Afterwards, I took Amanda to the art show. She didn’t have a curfew tonight. I promised her parents that I would bring their daughter home in one piece.

  I barely paid any attention to paintings and sculptors at the art exhibit. My date was more of a work of art than anything else there. Regardless, Amanda was in her element. She told every bit of history she knew behind each and every work. Her phone’s camera worked double shifts taking in the sights.

  When we went back to the car, we went to same secluded spot by the park.

  Then, we kissed.

  Chapter 3

  It wasn’t as wild and focused as the last time. My hands roamed all over her body before cupping her breasts. Her nipples were as hard as a stone. Growing bold, I went under her blouse to feel her breasts. They so warm and soft.

  I decided to test her limits by placing my hand on her bare knees. Typically, our foreplay was only from the waist up. In response, she reached out to touch my clothed erection. I nearly jolted up in shock because of her bold move. “Amanda?”

  She didn’t answer. Instead, Amanda began to unzip my pants. I couldn’t believe what was happening. She had never been the aggressor in our romantic encounters. Now, she was stroking my erection.

  “So big,” she whispered, still stroking my cock. Her words were a huge ego boost for me. I felt like some Sex God before her. However, I guessed that she didn’t see too many cocks. “Please guide me…”

  My mind was reeling at what was happening. I reached down to help Amanda pump my shaft. She really didn’t need me to guide her. The girl knew what to do.

  Amanda moved onto give me a blowjob. For a shy and sheltered girl, she really knew how to fuck a cock. Her mouth was unbelievable wet. I felt like a million buck as I lied back on the car seat.

  I felt the pressure build in my balls. I wanted to warn Amanda about my payload but it was too late. I could only moan in pleasure as my shaft erupted. It sent my hot seed straight into the back of Amanda’s mouth. She groaned as I sprayed semen into her throat. My pelvis tinged with pleasure as I finally drained my balls of their sticky cargo.

  Amanda was still suckling my erection as I grew soft. I had to reach out to her in order to get her to stop. “That’s enough for now…”

  She smiled with my come dripping down her mouth. “Did you like it?”

  I chuckled. “I loved it!”

  I didn’t know how a virginal girl like her was so good with a cock. I figured she would recoil in fear and confusion. Instead, Amanda had given me an expert blowjob. I decided to return the favor. “Okay, it’s my turn. Get ready-”

  Amanda grabbed my hand and stopped me. “No!”

  I raised an eyebrow. “But I want to do something for you too.”

  She bit down on her lower lip. “I’m sorry, we just can’t do that. Please understand.”

  I didn’t understand one bit. I figured a girl would love having a guy go down on her. Regardless, I didn’t want to pressure Amanda if she was having jitters. “Okay…”

  After a mind-blowing blowjob, I wasn’t going to upset her. I didn’t know why Amanda had such a hard limit after performing oral sex on me. Stranger still, she had offered to suck me without receiving anything in return. I wasn’t afraid to eat pussy.

  Regardless, I dropped her off home as I promised her parents. She gave me a goodnight kiss. I enjoyed it despite knowing where her mouth had been earlier.

  Even with that bump in our relationship, we got along well with each other. I dropped hints that I was willing to go down on her. I didn’t want to pressure Amanda. I just wanted to let her know I loved her and wanted her to be happy. However, she didn’t seem the slightest bit interested in the offer.

  Sometimes, I could never understand women.

  Over the next week, we talked, studied, and hung out. I was glad there wasn’t any tension between us. I didn’t ask Amanda if she wanted to go on a date this weekend. Maybe we were rushing things.

  On the Friday before the weekend, Amanda took me aside for a talk. I knew she meant business because we went to the library for some privacy. A part of me was terrified that she wanted to break up with me.

  “James, I need to talk.”

  Her face was unreadable. It only made me more nervous about the whole conversation. “Sure thing.”

  She stared straight into my eyes. “James, do you love me?”

  That was a loaded question if I ever heard one. Nevertheless, I knew my answer. “Of course I do.”

  Amanda signed and looked down at her feet. “So you’ll hate me once you find out the truth.”

  I blinked at her in confusion. “Hate you? Why would I do that?”

  Looking up, she continued. “Because of my secret.”

  My heart thundered at her words. I wondered if she was cheating on me with someone else. Or maybe she was terminally ill. “What secret?”

  “I guess it’s time for you to know,” Amanda began, tears forming in her eyes. “I’m not like other girls, James.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m a boy and a girl,” she blurted out to my shock. “I’m a transgender girl!”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. At the same time, I wasn’t entirely shocked. It explained why she was so apprehensive of me having fun with her below the belt.

  Going to college meant I had to open my mind to different people. Our campus had co-ed bathrooms that any gender could use. This included the ‘other’ category as well.

  I just had a hard time believing that Amanda was anything but a girl. She was the personification of feminine beauty. It was hard to believe she was packing a cock between her legs.

  It was still a lot to take in. “Wow, Amanda… it’s just that it’s hard to believe. I’ve felt your body and it was so real. Everything about
you is real from your voice to your face.”

  Her face turned flush. “I used to be a boy named Adam but I thought of myself as a girl when I got older. My parents took me to a doctor for help. He did a few tests and he said I was a girl inside. They started putting me on hormone treatments, especially estrogen.”

  That would explain how everything. She had the sweet voice of a young woman. Not to mention that her breasts were as real as any other.

  “Wow…,” I whispered back. “Is all of you a girl?”

  She blushed again. “Not down there.”

  It was strange to imagine her having similar equipment to me. “Does it… get hard?”

  “Yes, it does,” Amanda answered. She paused for a moment and I knew she wasn’t the slightest bit comfortable talking about it. “Do you think that’s weird?”

  I also paused for a moment before answering. “No, I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met.”

  Amanda gave me a tight hug. “Thank you! I was afraid that you would be upset.”

  I chuckled. “And I was afraid your dad would strangle me for breaking his girl’s heart.”

  “It was a shock for him too,” she giggled. “He wanted to have a son he could take to baseball games. However, he came around and accepted who I was. We still go to baseballs games from time to time.”

  “Is that why you were afraid to date me?”

  She nodded. “I was afraid someone would find out the truth and hurt me. There are a lot of people who hate girls like me.”

  I thought back to how shy and apprehensive she acted around me. “I would never do that to you, Amanda.”

  “That’s true,” she replied, drying her tears. I wanted to kiss her so badly but I decided to let her continue. “But I enjoyed your friendship too much to make things awkward.”

  “Nothing about you is awkward.”

  She glanced down at her crotch. “I can think of one part.”

  “You still have… all the parts?”

  “There’s an operation for it but it can be dangerous without the proper preparations,” she explained, sounding embarrassed. “And I’m still not sure that I’ll go through with it. Regardless, it’s going to make sex a little awkward for us.”

  I brought Amanda in for a quick kiss. “It doesn’t have to be.”

  She giggled. “Well, I’ve been reading a few tutorials on the internet for girls like me.”

  I smiled as my cock hardened. “And I thought you were a pure, innocent girl.”

  Amanda playfully slapped my arm. “Not here, James. I don’t want to get banned from the library before my mid-terms.”

  I rubbed my arm in mock pain. Of course, the erection in my pants was causing me even more discomfort. I needed to relieve it as soon as possible. “How about the weekend?”

  She giggled. “It’s a date.”

  Chapter 4

  It was pure torture waiting for the weekend. I made sure to get classwork out of the way so I could focus on my night with Amanda. I was so jittery that I had to drive as slow as a half-blind grandmother.

  “Calm down,” my girlfriend laughed, placing a hand on my arm. That did little to calm me down. “Don’t get us into an accident. If you managed to survive, then my dad will step in and finish the job!”

  I laughed as I gathered my nerves. “You’re the boss!”

  Amanda withdrew her hand. “Let’s go to our usual spot.”

  The moment we got there, she slid onto my seat and began kissing me. Gone was the shy girl I was crushed on. In her place was a seductress who expertly unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.

  Instead of sucking me, she spat into her hand and stroked me. The friction between us heated up my shaft. I lied down and submitted to her talented hand.

  After a few minutes, Amanda stooped to take off her panties. I caught a glimpse of her growing erection. It was nearly as big as mine. It was strange at first but I thought of it was a very large clit.

  My girlfriend lubed up her ass before sliding over me again. I felt her hand grasp my cock and guide it under her skirt. Finally, she impaled herself upon my erection. “AHHH!”

  I groaned as my cock grew rigid inside of her ass. With time, we both got used to the pressure and cock slid up inside of her. She took deep breaths as the walls of her ass clamped down on my erection. The heat grew between us as our bodies rasped against each other.

  Soon, we fell into a steady rhythm. I let her do most of the work but I held onto her hips for support as well. Amanda picked up the pace and bounced up and down on my lap. My cock hardened and opened up her ass.

  The feeling of her tight ass around my ass was unbelievable. It contrasted well with the softness of her ass cheeks. I wouldn’t have been able to tell that I was fucking a transgender girl. I was completely overwhelmed from the weight and power of our fucking. “Oh… Amanda… I’m going to cum!”

  My cock erupted into a geyser and sprayed my seed deep into her ass. Amanda ground her ass against me as I drained every drop into her. She was so unbelievably tight and warm. Finally, I lied back in complete exhaustion.

  Amanda lifted herself off my drained cock and said. “That was amazing, James.”

  I took in a lungful of air and said. “Same here.”

  “Thank you,” she said, leaning over to kiss me. My girlfriend went on to grab her panties. “It was better than in my dreams.”

  I chuckled. “Now how do I get dreams with you in it?”

  She snuggled against me. “We won’t have to dream from now on.”

  After a moment of rest, Amanda used some tissues to clean both of us off. I noticed that she was a bit conscious of the cock between her legs. I barely even noticed it. It looked as natural as the one I had dangling between my legs. Nevertheless, I couldn’t blame her for being cautious about how I would react to her special tool.

  When she finished, my girlfriend asked. “Are you ready for round two?”

  I smiled. “I was born ready.”

  We kissed and slowly undressed each other in the cramped interior of the car. She pulled off my jeans and my boxers. I pressed her breasts against my chest the moment her bra came off. Amanda had a nice, toned body. I knew she planned tennis recreationally.

  I felt her prick and balls rub against my thigh but I didn’t mind. The rest of her was a woman I could die for. I held her in my arms and peppered her with kisses.

  I reclined the seats in the car so we would have more room to maneuver around in. When she tried to hide her erection between her legs, I stopped her. “Amanda, you don’t have to hide in front of me.”

  She flashed me a grateful smile and lied back on her seat. It gave me plenty of time to admire her beauty. Amanda looked like an art model posing for her patron.

  Her cock did pose a few problems. I couldn’t lie on top of her and fuck her missionary style. Instead, I got in between her legs and pulled her hips against my thighs. My prick had the perfect pathway to fuck her ass. Amanda placed her cock against her abdomen to clear the way.

  In a single thrust, I entered her ass and started fucking her. She grunted as I steadily railed past her rosebud. The position allowed us to see everything. However, our eyes were locked.

  After our first session, I wasn’t going to last much longer the second round. I tried to hold back my climax as I pumped into from above. Her body shook from the strength of my thrusts.

  Nonetheless, I couldn’t stop the pressure building up in me. Whatever hot come was still in my balls exploded inside Amanda’s ass. My pumping motions gave way to spasm after spam. I felt my body grow rigid as a steel beam as my cock came deep inside of her.

  After one last spurt, I was running on empty.

  I slowly withdrew out of her rosebud and snuggled with my love. Together, we spooned in the front seats of my car. Amanda nuzzled her nose against mine. “I love you, James.”

  “I love you too,” I said, reeling from my orgasm. That reminded me of her cock. I looked down to see a flaccid prick that had j
ust finished shooting a load. Her thighs were coated with her sticky seed. “Did you come, too?”

  Her cheeks turned flush. “Yeah, I guess you were too busy coming yourself to notice. I still come the usual way. Well, that’s not entirely true.”

  I asked. “What do you mean?”

  “One of the side effects of my hormone treatments is how I experience orgasms,” she explained. “While it looks like a penis, some of the parts down there work more like that of a lady. So I can have multiple orgasms in a short span of time.”

  I chuckled. “Lucky girl.”