All I Want And All I Need

I wanted to get fucked. I need to get fucked. Anyone, and I do mean anyone, would fucking do.

Blake with all of his hard thrusting and all of his teasing that he wasn’t an asshole when he clearly was. He may have been a complete and utter fucking asshole but god he still knew how to work that hard body of his. I could count on him to fuck me right, to make my first time fantastic.

And that crowd of men who’d been interested in me, who had pulled at me and tried to drag me in. One of them or all of them at once. Maybe that was what I needed to break through this limitation? Maybe it was just something so overwhelming that the riot of sensations would make it impossible for me to hear my own protests that I was a man, that I was straight, and that I shouldn’t want it.

Because that voice was omnipresent in me, even now alone in the shower it was trying to put me in my place. But god I didn’t want to listen to it anymore.

I didn’t feel like a man. I didn’t feel straight. And I wanted to get fucked, by any means necessary.

Eddie. Even Eddie would do. Him with all of his bitter anger and his misogyny. He would be rough and he would be careless and he would be absolutely unskilled, but he would still be a cock and that would be good enough for me.

Now? If he somehow made his way into this home and into this bathroom and into this shower I would fuck him. Oh god I would absolutely fuck him.

I was crazed with the need for cock and any cock would do.

My body was on fire with my need for it. My skin tingling and my pleasure rising. My all of my everything fucking building in me until it was all that I could think of.

Three times.

If I can make myself cum right now it’ll be three times that I’ve cum since I became a woman. Three times and god maybe I can get another in my bed, hand between my legs with my panty clad ass in the air and my face buried in a pillow to muffle my moans.

Or maybe I could find something to fill my needs. Head down to the house below and find a long and thick and solid cylinder to pump into me, anything to fill me enough so when I came my sex was squeezing around something, pulsing and milking it inside of me.

I couldn’t help it. My hand slipped on the wall as I slipped deeper into my fantasy and I stumbled, sliding down until I was on my knees.

Between my thighs my hand was a blur, one finger and then another plunging into me and no matter what I did with them it would never replace or replicate the feel of a nice thick cock pumping into me and filling me up. But it was enough to make me moan loud enough I was sure the running water wouldn’t cover it so my other hand clamped over my mouth to muffle my cries.

It wasn’t what I wanted. I needed four more hands in addition to the ones that I already had. One for each breast and one to grab and palm and spank my ass. Another to hold my throat and squeeze a little so when I came the sensation of losing myself was doubled by a little loss of oxygen.

And then the hand on my mouth could grab the back of my head as a cock pushed past my lips and I was made to swallow it, sucking and moaning and rolling my tongue back and forth across the head of it.

And then the hand between my legs could move to my hips to hold me steady and find my rhythm as a cock filled my aching sex and pumped into me, as it made me a woman in the best of possible ways.

Closing my eyes I could almost feel it now. The water rushing onto my skin making me remember the curves of this body even blind. Remembering the pale swells of my skin and the way it flushed when I was embarrassed or overwhelmed. Remembering the softness of my thighs and undeniable perkiness of my breasts. Remembering the way my nipples just begged to be kissed and sucked. Remembering the way my tummy just begged to be pressed on as a man thrust into me and filled me for the first time.

Oh how these big eyes would look when they went wide with surprise and then softened into a haze of pleasure. Oh my lips, my full and plump lips, cast into an O and then lolling as my body was rocked by the rhythm of his hips over and over again.

Oh to be fucked. To be fucked. To be fucked.

It was all I wanted in this whole damn world right now.

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