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Rocky Horror Pegging Show Part 1

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Introduction:
This is the story of my first and really only cross dressing and pegging experience


Rocky Horror Pegging Show Part 1

This is the story of my first and really only cross dressing and pegging experience. It was 2003 or 2004. I was dating Christine at the time and we lived a good hour apart which meant that we usually only saw each other on the weekend.

She was about 5'6", red hair cut above the shoulder, B cups that looked large on her small frame, and a tight little ass. She had a strong sexual appetite almost exclusive to the vanilla category. Or at least that's what I had thought and what she'd always told me.

We'd been dating for 6 months and had lots of sex, almost exclusively missionary. Most nights we'd go at it 5 or 6 times. I was 18 and she was 21, so we both had the energy to go at it like rabbits. We rarely went out any where, I would normally show up at her house on Friday and we'd have sex until I left regardless of what day I left.

This was odd bc she ended up asking me to go to see a movie with her in a few weeks. I'm not one to plan that far out for something as simple as seeing a movie, so that was the weird part. But I let it go as she said that it was to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Apparently one of the theaters played it from time to time and everyone would dress the part and throw popcorn while watching. I'd never done anything like this. It was supposed to be more of the experience than to watch the movie. So why not.

That's when she told me that I'd be dressing in drag like the main character. Now, when she told me we were on her couch and she had my dick in her hand, so I had very few objections. Funny how that works, a guy focused only on sex will comply with demands that they'd never considered. She ended up measuring me out for clothes before I left at the end of the weekend.

Then fast forward to THE weekend. I ride my crotch rocket to her apartment on Friday evening. We had our dinner followed by a blow job, eating out, and a nice fucking. Then she brought up tomorrow night's plans.

"So, you remember that we're going out tomorrow night right?" We were laying in bed naked except for a sheet and staring each other in the eyes.

"Yeah, the movie." I replied. I had dressed as a girl once when I was younger for Halloween so it didn't scare me. Even more so, my motto was to try anything 3 times. If you didn't like it the first time, try it again. If you still don't like it try it a third time just to make sure. Regardless, while I was never in love with Christine I did want to make her happy so long as we were together.

"I have demands that need to be met for the movie." She said it so seriously that I chuckled. It was another weird moment, because while she was forward she was not dominant. Like I said I don't recall now if we'd ever had sex in anything but missionary up until this point.

"Demands, huh? Are you a terrorist now?" I joked with her.

"No, but I have plans and I want the evening to go to plan. I've never really planned a date before, so I want it to turn out right." I couldn't argue to much to that point as I'd had date plans that went way of the tracks and it's disheartening when your effort is for nothing.

"Ok," I said a little reserved. "Lay out your demands so that we can negotiate."

"No." There was a silent moment to emphasis that there would be no negotiations. "We'll take it step by step. You can agree or agree that tomorrow night isn't happening." I nodded kind of liking the assertive side that I was seeing. In all honesty, I've anyways wanted to be tied up and used so I was already getting another hardon. "You're going in drag correct."

That was not a question, so I simply nodded. She looked relieved and for a minute I thought that was the big set of demands all right there. "If you're dressed in drag, then makeup is a must." I gave her an OK, after all if I'm dressed as a woman what difference will makeup make? "And you have to be shaven."

She'd told me early on that she couldn't stand kissing a guy with a 5 o'clock shadow, so I'd always brought a razor with me to stay smooth. So again, no biggie. "I always shave for you."

"Not just your face." She purposely looked down my body. "Everything." Now, I'm 6ft 215 and a mix of European blood. I'm blonde haired, blue eyes, and blessed with minimal body hair. Nothing on my chest or back, a happy trail that I groomed, and I shaved my balls (if I don't want a mouthful of hair while going down, then she shouldn't have a mouthful when she does).

"Uh, I don't have much hair anywhere else."

"It's pretty fine, but ass, legs, and happy trail." I must have been a bit weary bc she then threw in, "Arm hair and arm pits as well." I'm not a vain person by any means, but my job is brutal. Not the work, I love the work. But the people... It's almost all in love, but we constantly give each other shit. For everything! If I show up and my legs and arms are shaved, I'll never live it down. Granted, we are in long sleeves and long pants the entire day, but there is gym time. How am I going to explain this?

I'm thinking of a negotiation, ass, trail, maybe legs..."You have to or the entire night is fucked up. I've wanted to do this with a fun guy for a long time and if it's not right, then I'm not doing it." Apparently apprehension was still showing so she pulled out the biggest trump card for a young guy. She ran her hand over my hip and said, "I'll make it all worth it to you."

And that's when my little brain said yes. So, she took me to the shower, gave me shaving cream (women's pink stuff because that what she had in there) and a women's 5 blade razor (it would be quicker and easier than with my Mach 3.) Both of these were matters of practicality. My missing black loofah being replaced by a new pink one, Axe deodorant replaced with Suave, and cologne missing were of another matter. She provided an electric "personal shaver" to knock down the long hair, but the entire process of shaving took 45 minutes.

I stepped out of the shower and before I could dry off I was thoroughly inspected. Toe hair was seen. A small patch on the back of my leg. And then as I was bent over to inspect my crack, another couple of hairs. She actually made me spread my ass cheeks. She ran her fingers from taint to the top of my ass. When she passed my hole it was a new sensation, but a surprisingly good one as she ran her index finger in a small circle around it.

I'd never had a woman touch me there and yes it felt good of its own accord, but the taboo... with that it felt great. She didn't linger and with a smack of the as I was sent back in the shower. When I came out again she was dressed in a black corset. It dipped low showing her nice tits that were pushed up high by the silky material. The boning in the corset that covered the stomach and sides hugged so tight that there was no doubt as to her shape. Every curve was on display. It ended just below her belly button and had garter straps attached that connected to thigh high stockings. Her matching black thong was on the outside of the straps and fitted tightly enough that I could make out the line of her slit. She looked amazing.

"Dry off," another demand as she threw a towel at me. I dried and hung my towel. Standing naked in front of her I began to get hard, but she wasn't ready for all of that yet. "Deodorant, and body spray." The deodorant smelt like baby powder and the body spray was something of flowers. Then she picked up lotion.

"It'll help to keep you from getting in grown hairs." With that she began rubbing my smooth arms and legs. At the legs she kneeled in front of me and I started to get very hard. She worked from near my feet up to my ass. This time she rubbed firmly on my ass and then ran some along the inside of my crack using her fingers. She swirled my hole a couple of times and I had to break eye contact.

I must have moaned, "Ohh, like that do you?" She continued to give me a rim job with her fingers for what felt like forever. By the time she finished I was hoping that she would push inside. It felt so good already I couldn't help but build it up more of what it felt like to be finger fucked.

While continuing with my ass she started stroking my cock. I was already fit to burst and this just had me that much closer. "You like me playing with your ass hole don't you?" I couldn't respond. At this point I was worried that anything taking my concentration away would have me cuming. "Don't you?" She used her hand in my ass to smack a cheek.

"Ummhhmmm," or something close was all that I could mange. She continued to stroke my cock and brought her finger back to circling my ass hole.

"I think I could fuck your ass right now and you'd love it. You'd cum all over wouldn't you?" She began stroking harder. "Your cock would spew everywhere. You'd empty your balls so fast from my finger inside of you." She was now pumping my dick so fast. She'd never talked like this before and it was so hot. "I bet you're about to cum right now aren't you?"

"Ugh huh," I couldn't talk, but felt like I had to warn her that she was about to get a face full of my baby mouth wash.

"You're going to cum from me rubbing your tight little hole? What would you do if I was fucking it nice and fast right now?" I couldn't hold it any longer. She must have felt the first empty pulse because before the next one that was filled with cum her lips were sealed around the head of my cock so that she could drink it all down. She sucked and licked the head of my dick all while still rimming me.

Even after I was done cuming she was sucking to the point that I had to reach down and remove her face from my cock. The sensation was simply too great and I couldn't stand and have her keep going. I pulled her to her feet standing in front of me and kissed her. I could still taste the salty remnants of my cum, but there was no texture. I had kissed her before after she'd given me head, but never as soon as she had just finished swallowing me. The fact that I was tasting myself, or the whole ordeal had her very turned on and I carried her out to the bed.

I laid her back on a pillow and dove into her pussy. I licked from top to bottom. Inside to outside. She was so wet that I was able to drink her pussy. I began flicking my tongue over her clit and buried two fingers inside of her at the same time. Within 2 minutes of fingering and flicking her clit, she exploded into my mouth.

She didn't have time to catch her breath before I'd moved up the bed kissing and sharing her cum with her. I drove my cock in her up to the hilt. I don't think that she had time to finish cuming from the first time before she was cuming again. I couldn't help it, with the excitement and the first time of fucking her bareback I exploded in her. I don't know if I even had any cum left after the blow job she'd just finished me with, but it felt like I filled her with a pint of my cum.

I didn't pull out. I just stayed there probably squishing her with my dead weight. I started kissing her neck and then realizing I was hurting her rolled off. "Fuck, a finger in the bum did all of that to you?" I was a bit ashamed to reply. She put her head onto my chest and started feeling the new smoothness of my body. "I think that you should shave like this from now on. You were gliding in and out of me so fast just now. And it's like I can feel every bit of you with no filter."

I'll be honest, by now I was falling asleep. I'd never cum back to back like that before. I remember her getting up and getting naked and commenting that I hadn't even played with her tits. And yeah, that was unusual.

I woke the next morning to breakfast cooking. I put on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt. It was odd with no hair. Even where I did have hair normally, it wasn't thick. I don't have a wool coat of an ass, just a dusting of sparse hair. But without it, my body was feeling stuff like the AC on my legs like it hadn't since puberty. I loved it. I didn't put underwear on so that I could keep on experiencing it. The shorts were stroking my cock with each step. Everything was simply more sensitive.

We had breakfast, we had sex, we had lunch. Then she told me it was time to get ready. I froze. It's one thing to talk a big game. It's another to go out in public dressed like a woman. "Yeah, no! We are doing this." Again, no negotiations were going to happen. "Come on, I've got an idea of how we're going to make this fun."

She led me into the bedroom and tosses me a thong from Hot Topic. Still had the tag on it. I slipped it on. She came over and spread my ass cheeks so that the string went from on my ass to in my ass. (I've bought a few thongs since then and still love wearing them.) That first time of the string invading my personable space, I was not to thrilled. I kept wanting to pull it out.

She also pulled the front out and adjusted my cock for me. In that thong my dick basically was in the downward dog position. There was room while I was soft, but the head pointed downward inside of a pocket. It felt pretty good, and besides I'd seen pictures of an elephant thong for guys so I knew it could have been worse.

"Now it's time to get you ready for the ball." She had a glint of excitement in her eye that worried me and also made me glad that I was doing all of this for her. She threw me a package of thigh highs and after failing miserably she helped me get them on by rolling them up my legs. Nylons on shaved legs is an exotic feeling that I suggest everyman try. While she was gliding her hands over the material to make sure there were no runs I was horney and hard.

There was one major problem though. The thong's pouch was just strong and elastic enough so that I was lifting the material from my crotch, but not able for my cock to turn and stand upward. It was like a silky hand holding my cock down denying me the ability to stand straight and proud. That's when I fell in love with man thongs. The feeling of your clothing manipulating and restricting your body, oh how many other rabbit holes that had led me down since that day...

"If I can't even get the stockings on, then there is no way I can get dressed," I told her.

"A deal is a deal. Besides, you're already shaven bare, you'd just as well go through with it."

"I mean I physically can't. Not that I won't. I need you to do it." A simple ummhmm was all I got back. The truth was that I was loving her hands on me. I loved the fact that I couldn't do anything back. I felt like it was foreplay that I wanted to keep going. Whether she knew this or not she did dress me. She hooked a lacy C cup bra around me and stuffed it hand towels. Then she put a tight black v cut shirt on my chest. It was low enough to come off of my body enough to give the illusion of tits and cleavage, but not so low that it ruined the image by revealing the towels either. The shirt ended about 3 inches above my pelvic bone. It was a very thin soft material that breathed well and felt great against my skin.

"Time for the real fun." She drug me into the bathroom and set up a folding chair facing away from the mirror. "Are you a smokey or cat eyes girl?" She was back to smiling while appraising my face.

"I love when you do cat eyes," I told her honestly.

She pursed her lips together. "Really? Well tonight I think that we should both have cat eyes then." She arranged the makeup on the counter that she was going to use. Then she got me out of the chair and moved it all off the way back against the counter. "Alright, sit." She giggled as I did, "My, how well trained you already are."

I was enjoying it so too much to even quip back at her. Instead I sat there nice and still. She mounted me at that point. Now, she's still naked from our last session, and I can still smell our mingled sex on her. As she was sitting she brought her nice firm titties right to my face and even sitting it wasn't far to reach down and take one into my mouth. Instead I reached up a hand and started rubbing.

"No, we'll never get ready if you play like that," she said slightly out of breath.

"Not my fault that your sexy and sitting on my dick."

She started grinding my already hard and very cramped up cock against her bare pussy. "This dick? You mean this hard knot of a cock that's trying to get inside of me right now? This one that wants to fuck my brains out?" She was grinding harder now. "I tell you what. I'm ready for some more dick, but with my rules. You can't move or you'll fuck up your makeup. I'll fuck you as I'm ready and when I want." She reached down and freed my cock by sliding the pouch to the side and leaving the string firmly in my ass.

My cock sprang up nice and strong. It was ready for any type of attention it could get. I was ready to fuck Christine anyway that I could. She rose up and planted herself onto my cock bouncing slightly until her thighs were back on my lap and she was seated again. Then she was a still as can be. I tried to thrust a bit and got slapped on the knee.

"No! Listen I'll be frank with you. I've wanted this for a long time. If you do everything that I want, then I promise you'll love the outcome. If you fucking ruin it for me, then I'll ruin everything for you." After last night's massage and a far break from vanilla I would have done anything that she wanted. And if she wanted dominion over my body, well all the better.

"Ok, whatever you want for the entire night." She smiled at that and leaned in for a kiss that spared no tongue and rocked back and forth on my cock for a bit.

"Alright, down to business then." She picked up brushes and markers and sponges and went to town. I loved staring into her focused eyes as she concentrated so hard on her work. Each time that she grabbed more paint or another utensil off the counter her pussy would rise up and then sink back down on my cock. Aside from this she would periodically flex her kegel muscles wrapping her tight little pussy around my hard cock.

Side note: I've done a Clone-Ur-Willy kit since then. If they could redesign that kit to have kegels working during that 5 minutes of waiting for it to set up, then no man would have to worry about finding enough simulation during to stay hard.

With those kegels and single strokes as she moved my balls were filling to burst with cum and must have been the darkest blue imaginable. I just wanted to start pile driving her. I was having trouble keeping still, but I really didn't want to ruin her night or plan. God, I'd learned so much about the pleasure of denial since putting that thong on. I was loving the torture.

The makeup that she put on me felt heavy and felt like I needed to rinse off from the foreign feel of it all. I had to close one eye for a while, then the other, then both. The pressure of a marker on your closed eye lid is not the most pleasant feeling. Then the really bad part came. She used a tube of lipstick on me. I don't even use chap stick, so it felt weird. And then she used a little brush to paint more or highlight or something. It tickled ferociously and made my lips sticky.

She laughed as I moved this time when she figured out that I couldn't control it. "All done." She had a very sultry tone tone as she said and she was most assuredly admiring her work. "Now..." She started thrusting her hips forward and back fucking me fast. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked nice and hard. Her nipple was rock solid. If I would have bitten it then I could have broken a tooth. Her pussy was hot and trickling wetness down my sack. Neither of us lasted more than a few minutes, but I'll admit I came hard inside of her before she rode me out to her orgasm.

"You fucked up your lips," is what she said to me when I released her nipple and looked at her. Then she bent down for another kiss. After fixing my lipstick she finally lifted off of my softened cock and my own cum and hers pooled around and flowed down my cock. She didn't clean it and didn't give me a chance to and instead tucked me back inside facing downward into the pouch of my thong.

She offered a hand to stand me up and let me look into the mirror at her work. "Oh, wow." I had the cat eyes in dark black, there was a bit of a dark blue on my eye lids as well. My blonde eye brows had been darkened to black. My naturally long eye lashes were mascara'd a thick dark black. My cheeks had something done with a blush to narrow them slightly and my jaw line was made less pronounced with a bit of shading.

I wouldn't win any Miss America contests, but if someone were drunk enough and the back alley was dark enough, then my face might seem woman like. The short normally spiked blonde hair wasn't helping the cause though and Christine corrected that soon with a dark black wig with straight shoulder blade length hair. OK. After a few drinks I'd fuck myself. I probably would have regretted it the next day, but I would have ridden the shit out of myself that night.

"Almost complete. Let's go." She led me back out into her bedroom and slid a leather mini skirt up my thighs that zipped up the side. After putting it on me she ran her hands up and down my hips and over my ass. Even with my cock soaking in my own puddle of cooling cum it started to stir. The leather on my bare ass was amazing. It didn't really stick to my cheeks, but stayed with them from compression.

I honestly felt really sexy right then. A guy who has cross dressed will understand. Most of the time we are brutes and don't do sexy. And then all made up in cloths that make you drool over a woman, you suddenly feel like people will be falling over themselves for you. You suddenly feel desirable. It's a high.

"The final piece," she said coming back to me. I was enjoying my own body enough that I hadn't realized that she'd left for a second. Now she was holding a set of heels. They are only about 2 or 3 inches tall with a thick heel but I was suddenly terrified. "You've got about an hour to practice," she told me.

So as she headed to the bathroom to get ready I started walking in heels. They had a little buckle that went over the top at the able to keep my feet in place, so I'm sure that helped but nothing else really did. I was falling everywhere until I finally started walking pretty much flat footed with my toes doing almost all of the work. I made it around the entire apartment without falling. I impressed myself.

Christine came out in pretty much an identical outfit with her real tits out of her top. Her mini skirt barely covered her ass, and there was a shirt gap between them and her thigh highs. Between my nylons, thong, leather skirt, and makeup I was already aroused. Combining that with seeing her dressed up so fuckable, I was straight horney. I could feel the slime of my cum move as my cock strained to stand up against its prison.

"You have quite the bulge right now," she informed me. "I take that as you like?" She didn't specify and neither did I. I liked her outfit and mine.

"Very much so," I told her. She went over and put some huge heels on. They had to have been six inches as she gained height on me when she stood. "Let's get going."

I wasn't the sexiest beast ever, but especially with the wig I wasn't recognizable so I was a bit more at ease with going out like that. Christine's eyes on me made me even more alright with going out like that. She pulled a sexy little black leather jacket out of the hell closet and put it on, then handed me my leather that I'd worn to her place on the ride up. It was comfortable in the 70s, but inside a theater it was going to be chilly. Especially with no body hair a skirt and basically no undies so I took it.

Then she pulled two black leather purses out and handed me one. I gave her a what the hell look and she replied, "Where else are you going to put your wallet?" It took me a second to realize that in this outfit it was either my jacket and risk someone stealing jacket and wallet or a purse that I could keep on me if I got warm enough to take the jacket off.

So we walked to her little crappy Honda four door and she drove. I wasn't going to argue after almost dying again during my first few strides in heels. I would for sure have gotten us in a wreck driving in these things. Both of our skirts rode up when we sat in the car. I could see her pussy covered in thin lacey material. I went to reach over and was told no. "I'm driving play with yourself instead." So I did. When I started to take my cock out of the thong I was stopped. "No, you can only play with it in there. He doesn't get to come out to say hi unless I say."

I made the mistake of rubbing myself through the silky material. Bent in half all that it did was make me more horney and frustrated. My package was all rock hard in a knotted little ball. The head of my dick was pointed lower than my nuts as they were sucked up tight ready to perform and my head was pointed down into the pouch. The pouch wasn't long enough though, so where I bottomed out in it all additional erection just bowed outward into a bigger bulge. It was tight and painful and also feeling a bit amazing.

We got our tickets and went in. We sat down. A movie or at least sound played. To this day I can say that I've never seen that movie. Christine played with my bulge the entire time except when she ran a finger back to tickle my ass hole. I couldn't focus on the movie. All that I was able to focus on was her stroking and rubbing. When we got back in the car my balls were hurting so badly that I wanted to die sitting down.

She stopped for Chinese takeaway and we both went in to order to keep me from getting "handsy" with myself while she was in there. In the light, away from the movie theater, where I hadn't been the only one in drag, I got a lot of looks. Most were disgusted looks, a couple were seeing what the hell was going on and I looked for an I wanna fuck look, but didn't find one.

We got home and she made us sit and eat. During that time my erection finally subsided. Then... oh then. We took our plates over to the sink and I got a firm smack on the ass. It actually stung like hell. Then she was rubbing my ass. She walked me over to the couch and we took our heels off. Then she started rubbing my thigh highs. She enjoying the feel of them and the fact that it was driving me nuts.

Then she ran a hand under my skirt again to my bulge and started stroking either side and the top ridge as it was still folded in half. She unzipped my skirt and laid it open with me still sitting on it and began running her mouth all over my nicely packaged package. I wanted to burst so bad.

"So did you like my massage last night?" I nodded unable to speak. "Do you want another?" Another nod. She used her teeth and bit into my cock through my thong and ran her finger under me to my hole at the same time. The pressure of her teeth was amazing. She started circling my ass hole with no lube this time. It still felt amazing. At this point I knew that I was going to end up with a finger in my ass tonight and I was happy at the thought.

"Let's to to bed." I grabbed her arm and almost dragged her there.

"Easy there now." She pushed me into the bed face down and reached into her nightstand retrieving a bottle of KY. She pulled the string of my thong off to one side not releasing my cock from its pouch. Then poured freezing cold KY directly into my ass hole. Even that didn't bring me down though. She lubed a finger and lazily ran her finger around and over my hole. I was getting desperate.

She finally pushed in and had to use a lot of pressure to get inside. Once my outer ring allowed her in, there was a very sensitive ring before she hit the inner ring and began to work opening it. I was on my hands and knees at this point watching my own cock pulse with excitement and trying to break free while watching this little red head finger my ass was the highlight of my life.

She finally entered my inner ring and began an in out stroke. She would rotate her finger from time to time. I was feeling awesome until she hooked her finger toward my cock. At that point my pleasure rocketed up from there. Holy shit. It felt like I was having a decent orgasm, yet I wasn't cuming. My cock felt like it was going to burst, it was twitching trying to find anything to stroke against or inside to justify erupting all of the pent up cum inside. My balls had pulled up tight to me and were throbbing. I could feel precum running freely from my head.

"Fuck, I love those sounds. Are you sure that you've never done this before? Nobody gets into it this much on their first time." I couldn't reply or even really think a she fingered me. The only focus that I had was on the sensations that she was bringing forward.

She stopped fingering me. "I asked if I'm the one to take your virginity or not."

"You are. Nobody has done this for me before."

She started again. "For you huh?" That's when I realized that I'd made a big mistake. "You really are enjoying me fucking you aren't you?" I didn't want her to stop so I gave a quick yeah that came out way to stretched out and way to close to a moan. Her chuckles explained how excited she was and that this had been a part of her dream date all along. "Stay!"

She slowly withdrew her fingerand I felt the loss. She brought a thin dildo out of her bedside drawer and strutted back toward my exposed ass. I was used to the idea and very much enjoying my ass being fingered, but a dildo was a bit too close to a dick for my gaydar at that point in life and I wasn't ready to do anything like that.

She recognized my apprehension and was not having any of it. "No. You said earlier that you were down for anything I wanted tonight. I want your ass." The surety that she used was such a turn on that I was very tempted to simply comply. "If you want to cum tonight or to ever be inside of me again, then we are going to finish this. Besides, it's going to feel fucking amazing."

She leaned in and kisses me while stroking rubbing my dick. She accepted the moan that she elicited as acceptance and moved behind me again. She applied lots more KY to my ass and the dildo. Then she began the head around my hole. At this point I was back to breathing hard and all thoughts of gayness, inappropriatness, or anything other than pleasure were dismissed.

She slowly started to work the head of the dildo into me. It was huge. I'd seen it. I knew that it was half the size of my cock, but when anything is pushed into a virgin hole it feels enormous. I felt the ridge of the head slide in and just about exploded. She kept pushing in deeper and by the time that the base was against my hole I thought that I would die.

I felt like I was being split apart. She retracted until the ridge of the head was against the inner ring of my ass and pushed back in. Both of us moaned living the experience. Another orgasm was right there. She started plunging a little faster and kept me right on the edge.

"Oh that's right, fuck my cock." Hearing her say that made me realize that I was pushing back against her. I was consumed with the feeling of her dildo fucking me. "I want to see how much your going to cum with my dick in your ass." She reached around and pulled my cock free. She pumped it maybe twice and I was over the edge.

The eruption came from deep inside and with each shot of cum from my dick my ass clenched on the dildo. She didn't stop thrusting in me or stroking me until I finally stopped jetting cum into the bed under me.

She giggled a little, "You came so quick that I'm sure that I could have gotten you to cum just from my cock couldn't you?" I was so spent that I couldn't lie.

"I was going to cum either way. That was amazing." She slowly pulled her dildo out of me and I felt empty. I wanted it back before it ever slipped free. I rolled to the side onto my back and watched a she leaned forward and licked the puddle of cum off of the silk sheets.

She came up and kissed my and this time I got a mouth full of my own cum. It was salt as hell, but I didn't mind a bit. I was too sated from the best orgasm that I'd ever had. "I loved that I was able to cum with you as I fucked you." I was a bit confused until she put two fingers into my mouth to clean off. She had been fingering herself while fucking me.

That night I had fulfilled one of her fantasies and she'd taught me about one of my own.


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