Pulling out of her, I helped her stand up, turning her around so I could kiss and cuddle her. Realising she was covered in oil, she smiled at me as she grabbed the bottle and proceeded to oil me up too. “Bedsheets will definitely need a wash by the time we’re done tonight,” she stated.
“We going to eat?”
“You hungry?”
“I am for you,” I replied, unable to stop smiling at my corny comment.
“If we get hungry later, we can order in something, but right now, I just want to spend hours in bed fucking and sucking. How does that sound?”
“Getting ready for next weekend?”
“Next weekend is going to be so much fun, Mark. I hope you’re ready for it.”
“Definitely am.”
Led by the hand to our bedroom, I ended up on my forearms and knees as Cindy got behind me. Feeling her spread my cheeks and use her tongue on me made me moan, remembering how weird it had felt the first couple of times she’d done it. Nowadays, I loved it whenever she or any other lover ate my arse before fucking me. I could certainly understand why all manner of men enjoyed arse play.
Feeling her tongue disappear, I glanced back to see her smiling as she rubbed her girlcock against each of my cheeks before pressing against me. Pushing back made us both grin, as I was eager to feel her inside me again.
“Ready, baby?” she asked softly, “I’ve just had this urge to have you suck me off when you got home then I fuck you tonight. I don’t know why but I really need this.”
“You know I love it, sweetheart,” I replied, smiling even more when I felt her slowly slide inside me. We remained silent until her entire length was buried inside me, glancing back to meet her eyes, “Fuck, that’s good.”
“Can’t wait until we fuck each other on our wedding night.”
“Fuck me now, sweetheart.”
Running her hands up and down my back, she slowly started to thrust into me. Fuck, it felt wonderful. We had gone through a barren patch where she didn’t really do it much, but in recent weeks, she’d started fucking me a little more often again. I could tell she was ultra-horny this evening though, so figured I might be on the receiving end most of the night. That didn’t bother me at all.
Lifting myself up to rest on my hands, I glanced back as she ran her hands up my back to rest on my shoulders. Leaning forward, she nuzzled into my neck, making me groan as she really drove her girlcock nice and deep.
“That’s it, baby,” she moaned, “Enjoy your fiancee’s big girlcock.”
“I love it, sweetheart. I love you.”
“You always say that when I’m buried in your arse.”
Really starting to drive into me, I knew she was going to last quite a while. My cock was hard again, and when I felt it started to dribble a little pre-cum, I did wonder if I’d cum without touching myself. Happened plenty of times when I was being fucked and I did enjoy the feeling. Cindy was soon fucking me harder and harder, both of us moaning away.
“Fuck me, sweetie,” I groaned, her girlcock plunging as deep as possible with every thrust. Gently pushing me forward, I rested my head on a pillow as she mounted me. I moaned even louder, ensuring my head was turned, watching her fuck me even faster, her girlcock a piston as it slammed into me. “God yes, that’s it, sweetie.”
“Not going to cum yet, handsome,” she groaned, “Got to enjoy this a little longer.”
“As long as you want and need, sweetie.”
Damn, she hadn’t fucked me that hard or for that long in weeks. She must have really been in the mood to pound me that night. No complaints from me. Leaning down to nuzzle into my neck again, moving up to kiss my cheek, I listened to her breathing and moaning into my ear. She loved the sounds I was making in return. Hell, she had me whimpering from how hard she was now fucking me.
“Alexa is really looking forward to next weekend,” she breathed into my ear, “She’s not the only one, of course. You want to be the bottom most of the night?”
“If that’s what you all want, but I won’t say no either.”
Pressing down into my shoulders, those last few minutes were an endurance test, but when she started to moan in a familiar way, I waited for that throb of her girlcock as she started to cum inside me. I think it was a relief for her when she did finally cum, as she cried out rather loudly, feeling her thrust hard with every spurt.
“You need to cum, handsome,” she stated, ensuring she lifted me back, wrapping her arms around my broad frame, “I’ll leave my girlcock buried and thrust while you jerk off.”
I came everywhere within two minutes, both of us collapsing onto the bed once she’d pulled out of me. Turning to face each other, we enjoyed a chuckle as she cuddled into me, caressing her back as she just wanted a snuggle for now.
“Mark, can I ask a question?”
“Of course.”
“If, or maybe when I do have my operation, would you like it if I still pegged you?”
“Would you want to do it? I think that’s the more important question.”
“I’d do it for you, handsome. I know how much you enjoy it when I fuck you, and although it would be a little different if I wore a strap-on, I’d certainly still get enjoyment out of it. I know there are plenty of strap-on’s where I could slide a toy into my new pussy at the same time.”
“The most important thing is that you’re comfortable doing it, sweetie. But, yes, I’d enjoy it if you did offer to do it.”
“Well, that’s something to file away for the future then.” She paused before adding, “The only thing I worry about is affording it should I make that decision. With a mortgage and bills, I’m just not sure…”
I put a finger to her lips. “If you need it done, we’ll afford it, sweetie. I promise you that right now. Whenever you feel ready, I’ll be by your side every step of the way.”
“So many girls like me have what they call body dysmorphia. Ever heard of it?”
“A little bit. Even after all our time together, I’m still learning about it all, but I’ve heard of the term and know the basics, I think.”
“We basically hate our bodies but in particular our genitals. We look down and see a penis when we would rather see a pussy. Thing is, because I was so young when I realised that I was a girl, I’ve gotten… Well, to say used to it is probably the easiest way to put it. Add to that what I’ve said before, and that’s why I don’t feel it’s urgent. Then there are girls like Alexa, who refuse to allow what’s between their legs to define them as women. I have a feeling it might be some sort of coping mechanism, calling it her ten-inch clit, but Alexa has always been more comfortable in her own skin than many girls I know. But most girls do feel it necessary to get the operation done simply so they can finally feel comfortable in their own body, that it finally matches what they think and feel. Melanie will be having her operation soon enough.”
“And Georgie? I know she was seriously considering it.”
“Last time I talked to her, she was more in the camp of going through it than not. The only problem is it isn’t a cheap process and needs to be covered with private health insurance. Add to all the other issues…” She trailed off and sighed.
“I know it isn’t easy, sweetie,” I said softly, “I can’t even begin to understand what it’s like for you at heart, but I do my best to put myself in your shoes.”
“I’m happy with my life, Mark. I’m engaged and about to marry the man I love. I have a solid career, and no-one gives a shit that I’m trans. I have a great bunch of friends. A family that supports me. So many girls like me don’t have anything like that.” Smiling, she slid up onto my lap and kissed me. “I’m marrying a good man who treats me exactly how I want to be treated, but still allows me to enjoy certain things that would probably horrify a lot of other men due to being close-minded.”
“I still remember the night you told me, sweetie. I know how brave you were in that moment, the fact I could have reacted poorly to your confession.”
“I normally wouldn’t do it like that, but I just had this immediate trust in you. Sure, it could have completely blown up in my face, but I like to think I’m a good judge of character. I had this thought that, even if you couldn’t accept me, you’d be kind about it, at least. I’m glad I was proven right in more ways than one. Then add the fact you were immediately comfortable with the fact I still had a girlcock the first time we made love, then the fact you were willing to bottom for me…”
“I do so with a smile on my face every single time, sweetie. That first time in the shower, when I made you cum, I hadn’t felt that close to anyone in so long.”
“Nor had I,” she replied softly.
She was hard again, and she was definitely in a good mood, spreading my legs before lifting my lower body up to place a pillow, sliding inside me easily this time. We made love, that’s the easiest way to put it. Our mouths were rarely apart. Our moans were almost in synch. She thrust nice and slow, allowing me to savour it, every time she was buried deep inside me. I knew she still thought about it time to time, but she couldn’t deny that, when making love to me that way, it felt wonderful for both of us. I didn’t care if she got the operation the next day, in ten years, or never. It was her choice and I’d support and love her unconditionally.
“I love you so much,” she whispered, my fingers running up and down my back as she kissed me again, “I don’t really believe in it, but that night at the club, it was fate that we’d meet. The man that I love with all my heart.”
“Mrs Cindy Pritchard. Mother to a little boy or girl in a few months.”
“Maybe we can adopt another child or two afterwards?”