The cause of her arousal was not hard to miss – he was standing there, staring at her naked body, and she found she wasn’t just wet from the summer’s unavoidable heat. Sweat was dripping down her back, coating her face, but she was also getting wet between her legs, and that was most certainly not caused by the heat wave their city was in the middle of.
“Do you want me?” he asked her, his voice quiet and firm. “Answer correctly and maybe you’ll get a treat.”
“Y…yes, of course, Eric.” Eric hadn’t always been his name – it had been Erica when she’d met him, when she’d known nothing about gender, nothing about what it was like to make love…no, to fuck a man who had a bit of woman to his flesh. Eric still had a pussy, but right now, it was covered up by a strap-on, a realistic, dark brown dick, with a head that was dangerously close to Becca’s own cunt. Which was dripping wet, and incredibly willing, incredibly ready, for whatever Eric wanted to do to it. She wanted him so much that she was even willing to give him her ass, something she’d never done before with a man. But she wasn’t ready to tell him this, no, it would have to wait. Because it was her cunt that wanted to be entered more, she knew, because that was a sensation she was familiar with, a sensation she knew and loved…no, lusted after.
“Is your pussy ready, slut? Is it, Becca?”
Eric leered at her, so certain he was going to get what he wanted. Because he would. He was right – she couldn’t deny him, not as turned on as she was. And so, “Yes, very. I want…I want you to fuck me, Eric, with that gorgeous, long, thick dick of yours. I want its hard, mean length to slip inside me like nothing, because there won’t be anything to slow it down, I promise.” Becca was crawling onto the bed as she said this, positioning herself to be entered. Because that was what had to happen next, no doubt about it. Nothing short of that big dick in her cunt would be acceptable. And if he stopped? If he paused for too long, teased her poor, desperately-in-need-of-a-fucking self? Well, that was just…unacceptable. She had to be fucked, and she would do anything to make it happen.
Thank God, as the next thing Eric said was, “Well, if you want it so badly, stick that pussy in the air. Show me how wet it is, honey. Show me.” Becca did just as he said, getting on her hands and knees, chest near the bed, ass and cunt in the air. Eric walked up to her – she couldn’t see him, but she could hear his feet on their hardwood bedroom floor, could each footfall as he got closer and closer. Good, she thought. And then she felt his fingers on her hole, felt two of them enter her, just a little, and she made a small sound as they did, a sound that implied, “Yes. Please. More.” Lucky girl that she was, she got more – Eric slowly slid his dick into her, until his crotch almost touched her own – so very deep, just the way she liked it when she was this wet, this greedy, wanting more, more, and more, still.
He began to fuck her, then, spreading her wide with his lovely, big cock, turning her on even more, drawing sounds from her mouth, sounds which became louder and louder the longer they fucked, the harder he fucked her. Soon enough, she was coming all over his dick, squirting all over the bed – a first, but certainly not an unwanted one. Because who wouldn’t want to feel something that amazing? Certainly not Becca, no, and God, she realized, she never wanted this feeling to end.
But end it had to. They both had to get to work, and so shortly after her orgasm ended, Eric pulled out of her. Slowly, because they both knew she would be very sensitive after an orgasm like that one.
“Good one, sweetie?” Eric asked her.
“Oh yeah!” Becca had a silly grin on her face, her brain practically fried from the pleasure. “I can’t believe I squirted for the first time, hon.”
This was a very, very good beginning to her day, Becca thought as she dressed for work. She kissed her sweetie goodbye at the door, and went to her car, whistling a little as she walked against the dew-covered lawn in front of their home.