My First Time Pegging Achille: The Thrill of Taking Control
In our bedroom in Lorient, the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted pork and fresh green beans from dinner. My heart hammered like a drum in my chest. The package had arrived that morning—a thick, veined strap-on dildo, black silicone gleaming under the lamp light. I’d ordered it on a whim, fueled by our talks about new desires. Achille, my autistic lover with the body of young Robert Redford, lay naked on his back, his cock already half-hard, twitching with curiosity.
I’d been nervous all day. Handling customers at the Pequod, organizing the inauguration, but my mind kept drifting to this. Strapping it on me? Fucking him? Me, Pénélope Tancrène, the once-innocent bookseller, dominating my man. My palms sweated as I buckled the harness around my hips. The weight pulled at my skin, foreign and thrilling. My pussy clenched, already slick under my skirt. Achille watched with those steady eyes, no judgment, just trust. ‘You sure?’ I whispered, voice shaky. He nodded, legs parting slightly. No turning back now. Fear twisted with lust in my gut— what if I hurt him? What if I loved it too much?
The Approach: Anticipation and No Turning Back
I climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress. My breaths came short, ragged. Lube bottle in hand, cool gel dripping onto the tip. His ass cheeks firm under my fingers, spreading them gently. He was so relaxed, so ready. My pulse roared in my ears. The tip pressed against his hole, resistant at first. Push. Heart skipping. A bead of sweat trickled down my back. Excitement burned low, my clit rubbing against the base with every shift.
The head popped in. Achille gasped, eyes widening. I froze, pulse thundering. ‘Okay?’ He nodded, breath hitching. Inch by inch, I thrust forward. His tight ring gripped the shaft, pulling me deeper. My body trembled— this power, this invasion. His cock jumped fully erect now, leaking pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking slow. Skin on skin, slick sounds filling the room. My hips rocked instinctively, the harness grinding my clit. Fuck, it felt good. Raw. Primal. His moans started low, building. I was doing this. Me, inside him.
The Instant: Raw Contact and Exploding Sensations
Faster now. Sweat slicked our bodies. His ass clenched around the dildo, hot and velvety. My strokes matched his gasps— jerking him harder, feeling him throb. Tension coiled in me like a spring. His balls tightened. ‘Pénélope…’ Voice breaking. He came first, ropes of cum splattering my fingers, his abs. That pushed me over. Waves crashed, pussy spasming against the base. I slammed deep one last time, crying out.
We collapsed, panting. The dildo slipped out with a wet pop. I unbuckled, legs jelly. Achille pulled me close, still hard somehow— his gift. Innocence gone. I’d crossed into something wilder, hungrier. No more just taking it; now I gave it too. Heart still racing, but satisfied. Changed. Ready for more.
