Changes

He rammed his thick shaft into my virgin pussy and began to pump hard. I screamed and gripped at the leather of the couch with white knuckles. He pulled back on his fistful of hair, arching my back as he fucked my tight pussy. I moaned and panted as he thrust into me. I could feel his pulse in his cock, I could feel it throbbing as he moaned, getting ready to squirt into me. The thought of protection hadn’t entered my mind, and it continued its absence. I looked up and could see my tits bouncing and swinging wildly.

My eyes widened as a strange sensation pulsed through my body. I screamed, “I’m cumming! Aaahhhh!” I screamed again, and again. My whole body quivering and shaking. I hadn’t been able to cum on my own in the porn shop, but with his thick cock pumping my pussy I came hard, over and over. After the initial explosion of sensation I felt what could only be described as aftershocks rocking my body. My nipples were so hard they hurt, my pussy growing sore from his fat cock pounding it.

Finally, I felt him begin to cum. His thrusting quickly slackened, and I thrust my hips back to make up for it. My pussy was pulsing around his cock and milking it. He came and came until it began to run down the inside of my thighs. Afterwards we laid on his expensive couch, him massaging my breasts as our combined juices mixed inside me. I smiled, glowing with satisfaction. Later, I thought about the fact that we hadn’t used a condom and I didn’t care. It had been worth it.

I eventually told him about the fact that I wasn’t originally a man. It didn’t matter because he had originally been a woman before the big change. Six months later, we were honeymooning in the Caribbean on his yacht. My belly was huge since I was pregnant, but it didn’t matter. He loved how big my tits had gotten, I still looked good in a bikini, and I was getting very, very good at giving head.