All Kinds of Play 9

(Pegging)

Aizawa had liked the other times they had tried anal play, but this was different. He had suggested pegging to her, an act where they could both receive pleasure.

Elly was willing to try whatever he wanted, so she had dutifully strapped the double-ended dildo on and, well.

The erasure hero was fucked.

He heaved in great rushes of air, his eyes tearing as he cried out. The room was filled with harsh, unintelligible groans and gasps, wheezes and then the ultimate: a long, low squeal that was decidedly un-Aizawa.

This last was followed by a low growl. "M'not gonna break. Fuck me harder, Ches. Put your back into it!"

She pursed her lips.

<i>Hmm.</i>

Full on fucking Aizawa was like fucking a brick wall with attitude. He was tough and didn't flinch from her increased banging, even when she found the perfect angle. As she repeatedly struck his prostrate he arched backwards, startled at the intensity of the waves of pleasure coursing through him.

The other end of the strap on had more than just a dildo for her. That one arched up and hit her g-spot, if she was lucky enough. The other little series of nubs was designed to stimulate her upper sex. She was fully concentrating on her lover, not herself, but those were the ones that finally got her. She gasped as the electricity tingled through her, causing that tight feeling she knew could erupt in orgasm.

"Baby," she cried out urgently, "I'm gonna come."

"Jerk me off," he growled roughly. "I'm close, too. Fuck, let's come together!"

"Oh, Shota!" She reached around, humping him frantically and trying to find the exact spot to rub her just right. When she grasped his dripping member he choked out a loud cry.

"Faster, Ches! Faster!"

Trembling, every one of her muscles vibrating and on the verge of giving out, she threw herself into the act as much as she could. Her reward was a quivering, rubbery spasm that shook her entire body.

"Yes!" She felt him bucking into her touch below and knew he was coming, too.

"Aahhh, Ches, love you!"

She smiled wearily and managed to hold herself up until he was finished. She quickly slid out of him to collapse in a heap on the floor when he was done. He fell forward into a puddle of his own making.

"Urgh."

"Oooof."

They were silent for awhile. Then a plaintive voice from the bed broke the quiet of the room. "I think I pulled something that time," he complained.

Elly giggled faintly from where she lay.

"I'm not fucking kidding." He did, however, have a grin on his worn features.