P is for Pegging (The Fantasy A-Z Series) (3 page)

“Oh we definitely will!” Laura says, and thanks Jack over her shoulder as we head towards the door.
 

The brisk wind feels amazing as we hit the street, and I feel Laura’s excitement in her quick pace. She is nearly galloping alongside me in her boots, and I check to make sure she actually hasn’t worn the harness out with her. I can’t believe how into this she is. “God I love that place! So many ways to get it on! To think, so many people limit themselves to meat and potatoes when there is a whole buffet of options. Thanks honey, that was fun.” I am reeling at the fact that she is thanking me, when I am the one high on the idea of my fantasy finally coming to life after all these years. I seriously think I could love this woman.
 

“Are you hungry? I’m could definitely go for a burrito, there is a great place in this neighborhood.” I say, not really thinking it through. Laura stops in her track and laughs at me.
 

“A burrito? I think not. I’ve got plans for you this evening. C’mon there is awesome sushi right around the corner.” I don’t even have time to blush before she is leading me by the arm towards the intersection, and my heart soars once again for this gorgeous goddess of a woman, who is embracing my desire so fully and who seems to be getting sexier every time I look at her.
 

***

We’ve arrived back at Laura’s place, and I am jumping out of my skin with excitement. We had a totally normal date at the sushi place, discussing everything but the toys that were in the bag on the chair next to her. Yet there wasn’t a moment that I forgot about the harness and the dildo, all wrapped up in red paper. I couldn’t stop staring at Laura’s mouth as she slid tender pieces of fish past her lips. I could barely eat I was so excited, but Laura had no problem finishing off our big plate.
 

Now we are in her apartment, and she has let me know that her roommate is away for the night, giving us the privacy that is so scarce in this tiny San Francisco flat. Normally, if you sneeze everyone hears it, one of the reasons we end up back at my place more often than not. But for this occasion, Laura wanted to be in her own place, “her own lair” as she calls it.
 

I’m on the couch, ready to tear off my clothes and dive into my fantasy. But Laura is taking her time. She emerges from the kitchen with drinks, tequila on the rocks with lots of lime. She hands me a glass as she slides onto the couch next to me.
 

“Cheers to new adventures together!” she says, raising her glass and looking me right in the eyes.
 

“Cheers!” I echo, clinking glasses. I take a deep long pull on the tequila, enjoying the rush of heat down my throat.
 

“Now, here is what is going to happen. I’ve done my research and studied some very awesome techniques for giving you back door thrills. I’m really excited to see how you respond. But I also want to say again that I’ve never done this before, so I’m going to ask for some patience and we’re going to take it slow, ok?” She pauses and sips her tequila, looking at me through her eyelashes as she sips.
 

“Uh, yeah, of course.” I manage to mutter.
 

“We’re going to use a safeword, just in case you go non-verbal and can’t tell me how you are feeling. So as I am opening you up and beginning to fuck your ass, please use
green
to mean everything feels good,
yellow
will mean slow down a little and if you say
red
I’ll stop totally and slowly pull out. Ok?”
 

I nod and I pause for a moment. All of a sudden this is feeling a little intimidating. I appreciate that she has done her research, but nothing I experienced in the past hurt at all and I am wondering how much more intense the dildo will be, when all I have experienced was fingers. I built this up so much in my fantasy I didn’t think much about the possibility of it hurting.
 

“Anything else you want to say?” Laura asks, knocking back the last of her tequila.
 

“Just thank you, I guess. It’s really cool how you are so open to trying this. It is something I have wanted for a really long time.” I say, looking down at my lap.
 

“You are so welcome. Now, you have no plans tomorrow, right?”

“None, I cleared the weekend for you as requested!”
 

“Great, so we have tons of time. We’re going to take this nice and slow.”
 

Laura takes my glass from my hand, sets it on the coffee table and then throws her leg over my lap, mounting me. My cock rises from the sensation of her weight on my lap, her breasts grazing my chest as she leans in to kiss me. I move my hand up her back to the nape of her neck and gather a fistful of her hair. She is grinding her hips just enough to tease me and make my cock throb against my jeans. She gasps as I pull her head back and kiss her neck, all the way down to her collarbone. I release her and she looks me straight in the eyes, and the energy between us is palpable. She puts both hands on my chest and leans in hard, kisses me and bites my bottom lip a bit.
 

I realize she is enjoying being on top, being in control, and I am more than happy to yield to her. I twist my body and sink into the couch, and she leans her weight into me, pinning me against the black leather cushions. Her long blond hair is falling down all around my face as she leans in to kiss me, her hips still moving in circles. Then she sits up and takes her shirt off in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. Her black bra frames her small breasts beautifully, and her little waist is flexing as she moves her hips into me. She unbuttons my shirt, one button at a time, and then rakes her nails down my chest, hard enough to make me gasp.
 

She sits up and smiles down at me. “I’m so looking forward to this. I want to open you up really slowly, so you can feel every inch slipping in. I want to hear you moan. But first, you get to go shower. Clean yourself really well, take your time in there, and then come meet me in the bedroom.” With that, she dismounts and walks casually to the kitchen, disappearing from sight. She leaves me gasping for breath and hard as a rock.
 

In the bathroom, I realize how much she has prepared for this event. On the sink by the toilet is a little bag from the drugstore with a post-it note reading “Instructions: Take your time to empty out. Then fill this with plain warm water and rinse until clear. Your ass is mine, and I want it clean. When you come to me, come naked.” In the bag I find a magazine and a little bulb enema. It looks like the bright nose of some perverted clown. I settle in with the sports magazine and try to relax enough to go, and again marvel at the effort Laura has already gone to in order to bring my fantasy into reality. I suddenly hope that I actually enjoy this as much as I want to, after so many years of yearning. I hear that she is blasting music in the other room, and is in no rush for me to finish up this part of the preparation. So I relax into the moment, and follow her instructions to the letter.
 

***

Laura’s bedroom door is closed, so I knock lightly.
 

“Come in!” she calls and I push the door open. Warm air rushes towards me, and I notice she has been running a space heater to make her room a cozy lair in the midst of the chilly San Francisco afternoon. I quickly shut the door behind myself, trapping the warmth.

Laura is stretched out on the bed, and looks like a pin-up goddess. She is wearing gorgeous red lingerie, and over her underwear she is wearing the black leather harness. Her blond hair is fanned out over the pillow, and she is smiling. I notice that the bedside table has been laid out with all sorts of tools and toys, including a box of gloves, the big bottle of lube and the black dildo. She has lit candles on both sides of the bed and trancey techno music is filling the air.
 

Unsure of what she wants from me, I just stand, naked and exposed before her. The sight of her has made my cock start to come life, and I can feel it bobbing in the warm air.
 

“Hey darling, all clean?” She asks, propping herself up on her elbows in bed.
 

“Yes m’aam, as per instructions. Thanks for that.” I said, a little bashful.
 

“Come here, and get on your knees at the foot of the bed.”
 

I approach slowly, taking in the sight of her as she stares me down. As I get to the bed, I notice she has put a pillow on the floor. She really has thought this through, a fact I am finding wildly sexy. Is it possible she is as into this as I am?
 

I sink to my knees, grateful for the comfort of the pillow underneath me. I stare at her and await further instruction. She slides towards me, feline and graceful in her movements, and pivots so she is on her hands and knees, facing me. She leans onto her elbows, take my chin in one hand and raises my face to her own. Still holding my chin firmly, she kisses me.
 

“Do you trust me?” She says, staring into my eyes. At such close range, I can see the amber streaks in her bright green eyes, and I am mesmerized. Her mouth tastes like limes and tequila, and I am beginning to fall under her spell.
 

“Yes, completely.” I say, kissing her for emphasis.
 

“And you are ready to give yourself up to me completely, and I can do with you as I wish?” she asks, licking her lips.

“Absolutely. I am yours.” My cock throbs as I say this, and I take a moment to cherish the idea of giving myself up, a new virginity ready to be surrendered.
 

She kisses me, first my lips and then each cheek and my forehead. Then she flips over and sits so she is just in front of me, and throws her legs over my shoulders, pulling my face towards her crotch. Her powerful thighs grip my head and press my face into her. I am overwhelmed with excitement as I smell the new leather scent of the harness mixed with her earthy fragrance. I can feel the leather and the silk of her underwear pressed into my face, and I eagerly bring my hands up and wrap my arms around her legs. I take a deep breath in and then exhale, pressed right up into her so my breath floods her pussy with warm, wet heat. She moans and grips me tighter with her legs.
 

I reach up as far as I can and run my hands down the sides of her body, across her hips and around her thighs. Over and over again I reach and slide my hands along her body, covering her in feather light touch. She moves into my touch and begins moving her hips, grinding her sex into my face. Then she reaches down and moves the fabric of her underwear aside, exposing her wet lips underneath the small leather patch of the harness. I eagerly move towards her, nudging her lips open with my nose and chin as I gently slide my tongue up and down her inner lips. She is wet and aroused, her clitoris swollen and pink, glistening with her fluids.
 

“Yes” is all she says as she grabs my head and clutches it close to her body, and my whole face is buried in her sex. I take her entire clitoris into my mouth and suck gently, flicking the tip with my tongue. I keep touching her sides and belly with one hand and bring the other down to the entrance of her pussy, resting my finger just outside for a moment while I continue to suck and lick her clit. She is breathing hard and I can tell she is going to come soon if I keep up what I am doing, so I shift it up a bit to keep her going a bit longer.
 

“Fuck me now.” She growls, and following instructions I quickly slide one finger into her, and suck harder on her clit and lips. I curl my finger up and run it along the warm flesh. She moans deeply and I feel her contract around my finger.
 

“More” she says, and I add another finger. I hold still and she starts moving wildly around my hand, moving in circles and arcs. Bearing down with my face, I take over and slide my fingers in and out until I feel her start to clench around me and hear her growl turn into a low wail. She clutches the sheets on either side of my face and her thighs tighten around my shoulders. Then she collapses, panting, and I rest my head on her thigh, watching her pussy pulse, wetness dripping across her red lips, my fingers glistening as they rest outside her body.
 

After a few moments, Laura sits up and strokes my hair. Then she pats the bed next to her, inviting me up to join her. As I stand, I shake out the stiffness in my knees. Once I am on the bed, she gestures to the top of the mattress, inviting me to lie all the way down.
 

“Now, do I need to tie you up or are you going to follow orders?” She says, kneeling over me, peering down with her big green eyes.
 

“As you wish,” I say, knowing I will do whatever she beckons at this point.
 

“I’ll keep your hands free, for now at least. Get comfortable.” She says, beginning to run her hands down my chest, around my hips and over my thighs. She touches everything but my cock, which of course makes me think of nothing but how her hands will feel once she gets there. I am fully erect, at attention and under her spell.
 

Still running her hands over my body, she leans down and takes just the tip of my cock in her mouth. The sudden warmth makes my hips buck, and she firmly pushes my hips down, looking up at me as she starts to sink her mouth deeper. I try to take deep, rhythmic breaths, wanting to draw this out as long as possible.
 

Laura wraps her hands around the base of my cock and holds firmly as she sucks just the head. I close my eyes and soak in the sensations. Exquisite pleasure courses up and down my body.
 

I open my eyes as she stops suddenly, and I see that she is leaning across the bed, grabbing supplies from the bedside table. She struggles as she tries to get a tight glove on her hand, and we both laugh. I know she has planned this all out but I remember how new to this we both are. As she finally gets the glove to fit smoothly over her hand, I smile up at her, and want to let her know how much I appreciate all the effort she is going to. But before words can reach my lips, I see her reach for the dildo. My breath catches in my throat. All of a sudden it looks huge and formidable. I feel my ass clench in rebellion.