Erin and Eugene

Aaron was no more. She was Erin now, transgendered and finally happy. She woke up next to Eugene in the apartment they shared. Fall had set in, and the two lovers were nude under a heavy comforter.

Erin had been transitioning for a few months, his ass growing curvier and small breasts growing. She gently reached back, stroking Eugene's naked cock. He grunted happily as she tugged on the thick organ.

Erin finally felt herself -- unburdened by societal expectation and parental expectations. She felt the long fat Black tool twitch, and then tease against her well-fucked rosebud. It took seconds to get herself lubricated up, and then she felt him push.

He was still a gangly and gaunt nerd, but God that fuckmeat, Erin thought, her eyes rolling back as he kept pushing, more and more of his fat fuckmeat burrowing into Erin's hole. Erin finally felt Eugene's balls slap his weak, pink sac, and then held onto his man as he started to fuck the femboy, long, heavy strokes punctuated by weak whimpers from Erin and squirts of clear seed from Erin's slender cock.

Eugene grunted loudly, finally shoving his cock into her one last time, and adding another load to the cum filled femboy. This was Erin's life, and she loved it.