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Pegging always gets me off. I’ve told a few stories on various places about my sexual experiences. But I’ve never told anyone about how I started pegging. Which, I admit, is one of my favorite stories.

It started when my boyfriend at the time let it slip that I was the first girl he’d been with; when I was shocked, he explained that any sexual experiences he’d had talked in the past…had been with men. My boyfriend was bi! I was enamored with how hot I found this! I had him describe to me in detail the full sexy stories I hadn’t been privy to until then. It wasn’t long before I found myself so insanely turned on, a plan began to form.

I waited for a big occasion—not that long of a wait, a week and change, which was great since my surprise had to come in the mail. It was our six months, and after a beautiful and lavish dinner, we headed back home. With full tummies and secret smiles on our faces, our minds were filled with all the naughty things we could do.

I told him to wait while I went to put on something sexy for him.

When we came home I lit candles and incense—he got naked and under the covers in record time, already excited to see what special sex I’d give him…little did he know!

I told him to wait while I went to put on something sexy for him, and his lazy grin just made my anticipation heighten. Poor fool!

I wish I had somehow attached a video camera to the tip of the strap-on’s cock just to record his face when he looked down. It was a good seven inches and black, the belt around it leather that accentuated the curve of my ass with straps and buckles. Perfect. I stroked a hand down over my pseudo cock, looking every bit as intimidating as I intended. “Get up and prepare to get fucked, babe.”

With trembling hands, he crawled to the end of the bed and laid so his ass and legs were off the bed, knees bent and asshole out. I walked between him so his legs were resting on my hips, and rested my cock over his smaller one. No time was wasted as I lined up my hand and stroked both cocks together. I must have looked like a maniac, all dolled up and eyes hooded on the two cocks I was stroking. Something about me being bigger than my poor little boyfriend was so hot!

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To his credit, when I lubed him up and put two fingers in his ass he didn’t cry. My free hand stroked his lubed up cock. When his stiff back finally relaxed I started to move my fingers in and out. He moaned every time I hit his prostate, his cock jumping in my hand. I don’t think he expected it when I put the cock in. One second he’s pushing into my fingers as they pull out and the next a thick silicone prick is up his ass. He squealed and arched his back in what I might’ve mistaken as pain had I not seen the precum pouring from his cock.

It took a few slow thrusts before I could really start fucking him in earnest. But when I did, I sure fucking did. The head of my thick tool bumped into his prostate with every single thrust. He looked like he was in bliss. Meanwhile, it wasn’t ten minutes since we started before he was begging me to let him come! I returned my hand to jerking him off while another pinched his nipple, and that’s all it took!

He sprayed all over himself and me when he came, shouting.  He was twitching like he’d been electrocuted with the power of his orgasm. Cum was on my face, chest, and stomach and pooled over his lower half. He was splayed out on the bed, body twitching and convulsing with each wave of his orgasm. I smiled and stroked my cock one last time.

Pegging was fun! Why be fucked when you can just fuck your boyfriend?

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