P is for Pegging (The Fantasy A-Z Series) by The Pleasure Mechanics, Chris Maxwell Rose Page A
Authors: The Pleasure Mechanics, Chris Maxwell Rose
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made my cock swell even harder. She had all of me in her mouth, and my eyes were closed, lost in the sensation of her wet lips working me over. I didn’t even know what she was doing when I started feeling fireworks up my spine, and before I could register her finger on my asshole I was coming harder than I ever had in my life.
When I came out of my post-orgasmic stupor, I asked her what the fuck she had done that had felt so good, and so new. She reported that she had just touched the outside of my ass, she hadn’t even gone inside. Smiling wickedly, she added “Want to experience something really wild? Let me go inside next time!” She was so casual about it, as if she had just proposed something as simple as a new sex position. To me she was like an astronaut, discovering all new galaxies and then casually suggesting we move on to the next cosmos.
That night, after the longest and most thorough shower I could manage, I masturbated more times than I can count, and for the first time I let my own hands wander back to my ass. I discovered that just a little bit of pressure on the outside made my pleasure skyrocket and I couldn’t believe I had never accidentally discovered this in the marathon of masturbation of my high school years.
The next day, I asked her to fly with me to that next galaxy. She warmed me up with her hands, and then, as she stroked my cock, she began to touch my ass. At first she stayed on the outside, moving in small circles. It blew my mind how good it felt. Like sparks flying down the length of my cock and up my spine at the same time. Then she grabbed a little bit of lube and started opening me up, and right as the first tip of her finger slipped in she took my cock deep into her mouth. I nearly passed out at the pleasure. I felt wide open, my cock throbbed and once again my orgasm took me beyond what I knew possible. I didn’t believe her when she said it was just the tiniest tip of a finger that had been inside. It had felt huge and frankly, overwhelming.
From then on, anal play was a pretty regular part of our sex life together. Trust me, I spent plenty of time pleasuring her, my face buried between her delicious thighs, my fingers expertly bringing her to multiple orgasms. We fucked in just about every position, we were barely twenty years old remember and had plenty of time to explore. As I learned to relax and open up even more to her gentle touch, she eventually worked up to having two fingers inside me, and began directly stimulating my prostate. Unbelievable. It felt like she was reaching inside me and pushing a button directly wired to my cock. My dick felt twice as large, and I could feel sensation from the sensitive head all the way back into my body. My orgasm built up from deep inside of me, and exploded out with tremendous power. Funny, it felt both like how I imagine women’s orgasms must feel, all internal and pulsing, but at the same time I felt like a superhero, more manly than I normally feel during sex. Anal play, I came to learn through Deanna’s skilled touch, put sex on hyperdrive. Everything felt bigger, harder, more powerful.
It felt so good I could not understand why this wasn’t taught to all guys, on those days they separate the boys and girls during gym class and reveal the secrets of reproduction. Why the fuck hadn’t I heard about this before? Either Deanna was part of a secret sex society or more guys were into this but just not talking about it.
We broke up when she graduated. That summer I quickly discovered that while I could touch my own ass a little bit while masturbating, I was never able to reach inside like she did, and it never felt quite as good while doing it to myself. When I asked the next girl I dated to try it out, that was the first in what would become a long line of rejection. Most girls were simply grossed out, others were confused. I tried to describe to them how good it felt but I didn’t get much interest
When I came out of my post-orgasmic stupor, I asked her what the fuck she had done that had felt so good, and so new. She reported that she had just touched the outside of my ass, she hadn’t even gone inside. Smiling wickedly, she added “Want to experience something really wild? Let me go inside next time!” She was so casual about it, as if she had just proposed something as simple as a new sex position. To me she was like an astronaut, discovering all new galaxies and then casually suggesting we move on to the next cosmos.
That night, after the longest and most thorough shower I could manage, I masturbated more times than I can count, and for the first time I let my own hands wander back to my ass. I discovered that just a little bit of pressure on the outside made my pleasure skyrocket and I couldn’t believe I had never accidentally discovered this in the marathon of masturbation of my high school years.
The next day, I asked her to fly with me to that next galaxy. She warmed me up with her hands, and then, as she stroked my cock, she began to touch my ass. At first she stayed on the outside, moving in small circles. It blew my mind how good it felt. Like sparks flying down the length of my cock and up my spine at the same time. Then she grabbed a little bit of lube and started opening me up, and right as the first tip of her finger slipped in she took my cock deep into her mouth. I nearly passed out at the pleasure. I felt wide open, my cock throbbed and once again my orgasm took me beyond what I knew possible. I didn’t believe her when she said it was just the tiniest tip of a finger that had been inside. It had felt huge and frankly, overwhelming.
From then on, anal play was a pretty regular part of our sex life together. Trust me, I spent plenty of time pleasuring her, my face buried between her delicious thighs, my fingers expertly bringing her to multiple orgasms. We fucked in just about every position, we were barely twenty years old remember and had plenty of time to explore. As I learned to relax and open up even more to her gentle touch, she eventually worked up to having two fingers inside me, and began directly stimulating my prostate. Unbelievable. It felt like she was reaching inside me and pushing a button directly wired to my cock. My dick felt twice as large, and I could feel sensation from the sensitive head all the way back into my body. My orgasm built up from deep inside of me, and exploded out with tremendous power. Funny, it felt both like how I imagine women’s orgasms must feel, all internal and pulsing, but at the same time I felt like a superhero, more manly than I normally feel during sex. Anal play, I came to learn through Deanna’s skilled touch, put sex on hyperdrive. Everything felt bigger, harder, more powerful.
It felt so good I could not understand why this wasn’t taught to all guys, on those days they separate the boys and girls during gym class and reveal the secrets of reproduction. Why the fuck hadn’t I heard about this before? Either Deanna was part of a secret sex society or more guys were into this but just not talking about it.
We broke up when she graduated. That summer I quickly discovered that while I could touch my own ass a little bit while masturbating, I was never able to reach inside like she did, and it never felt quite as good while doing it to myself. When I asked the next girl I dated to try it out, that was the first in what would become a long line of rejection. Most girls were simply grossed out, others were confused. I tried to describe to them how good it felt but I didn’t get much interest
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