Fic: Purple Passion Pop; 6”x1.5”; Silicone - Simon/Alisha - NC-17

Feb 02, 2011 12:56

 Title: Purple Passion Pop; 6”x1.5”; Silicone
Author: goddess09807 
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1000
Warning: Pegging
Summary: Alisha slowly pumps her hand up and down her dick, slathering lube from base to tip as she goes. Her dick, her cock, her fuckstick. This is what she’s going to use to pop Simon’s arse cherry.
A/N: Fulfills the pegging prompt in the porn battle. This is really all stainofmylove ’s fault. *Presents fic and slowly backs away*

“What about this one?” Alisha asks, turning to Simon. He frowns, lines appearing in his forehead.

“No, it looks weird.” Simon says, assessing the toy carefully.

“Well, it’s a fake cock attached to a leather harness Simon. I’m not sure it can look normal, yeah.” Alisha laughs.

“I know that, but that just doesn’t look right. It looks…disturbing.” He says, looking uncomfortable.

“Disturbing. Why? Look, it’s got veins and everything. I’m telling you, this is a proper good cock.” Alisha argues.

“It looks like someone cut off a real prick and pasted it on.” Simon rushes out.

“What!”

“Look.” he commands, tilting her head to the right a bit.

“Oh.” He’s right; from this angle it looks seriously weird. She hits him softly in the chest. “Thanks for the mental picture.”

“You asked.” Simon shrugs.

So, not this one then. Maybe they’ll have a bigger selection at the next store.

-

It juts out from her body at a weird angle. Or maybe it just seems weird looking at it from this point of view. Purple, with a large mushroom head and small ridges going up the sides, the dildo is securely fastened into the leather harness fitted around her crotch. It feels strange, the new weight there, but not unpleasantly so. It is just different.

Alisha slowly pumps her hand up and down her dick, slathering lube from base to tip as she goes. Her dick, her cock, her fuckstick. This is what she’s going to use to pop Simon’s arse cherry.

He is waiting for her by the bed, completely naked. His smile is sheepish but she can see the anticipation in every line of his body. His eyes are alight with nervous excitement.

He leans down to give her a kiss when she reaches him, his hands coming up to cup her face. She is never going to get tired of kissing Simon. His thumb traces circles along her jaw as he pulls away.

“Thank you.” Simon says, eyes soft.

“My pleasure.” Alisha replies saucily, “Now, assume the position.” She has always wanted to say that.

Simon gives her an amused smirk before turning around and obliging her. He looks amazing bent over like this. She traces her hands over his shoulders and down his back, following the line of his spine. When she gets to his ass, she really can’t help herself from giving it a hard spank. She loves the feel of those muscular globes in her hands. Her boyfriend really has the best arse ever.

Alisha pours more lube over her hands, then slowly spreads his cheeks. Bit by bit she works her lubed up fingers into Simon’s arse. Then when she has two fingers comfortably inside him and feels confident that it is slick enough, she curves her fingers looking for his prostate. She finds the little bundle of nerves and proceeds to slowly finger fuck Simon as his arse clenches around her fingers.

“Relax.” Alisha says, placing her free hand at the small of his back, soothing him.

She withdraws her fingers from his anus and uses the tip of one finger to stroke up and down his perineum, massaging it lightly.

Simon is breathing heavily now and his cock is fully erect, hanging down.

Alisha reaches over to whisper in his ear, “Are you ready?”

Simon nods and groans softly. Alisha plants kisses starting from the top of his shoulder all the way down his back, stopping with a kiss at the small of his back, just above his crack. She holds onto his hips with one hand as she uses the other to guide the dildo into his arse. Alisha is careful to push in slowly, giving him time to get accustomed to the feel of it.

When the entire dildo is firmly inside of Simon, Alisha slowly pulls her hips back, withdrawing it slightly and then surges forward. She must have pushed in too hard though, because Simon winces, a hiss escaping his lips.

“Sorry.” Alisha murmurs.

“It’s ok, don’t stop.” Simon reassures voice husky.

The next couple of thrusts are still a bit awkward, but she’s starting to get the hang of it; learning how to use her lower body and not just her hips. She’s built up a nice steady rhythm of long, slow strokes when Simon speaks up.

“You can go a bit faster.”

Ok. She places both hands on his hips, holding on as she starts to thrust faster now. Alisha pumps her hips, trying to give Simon what he wants. The sound of skin slapping skin, Simon’s low moans and her breath coming out in rapid puffs now fill the room.

She must be doing something right, because soon Simon is hanging his head, moaning in earnest now and pushing his hips to meet hers. His fingers are clenched in the sheets and there is a layer of sweat on both of their bodies.

It feels sort of like when she is riding him, fucking him with all that she’s got, except different. This way she can’t really see his face, can’t watch as he approaches orgasm, eyes blazing hot and face full of awe as he watches her over him. But she can read his enjoyment in the cues his body gives, the volume of his moans.

She sets a furious pace, snapping her hips back and forth. There is a small whining sound coming from Simon’s throat now, almost like he’s begging. Suddenly he’s coming, moaning her name.

Alisha slows down her thrusts, then gently pulls out. Simon is slumped on the bed, breathing heavily with his eyes closed. He turns to her as she begins to remove the harness.

“That. You were amazing.” Simon declares. Alisha smiles, proud of herself.

“You better rest up, it’s my turn next.”

Fin.

simon/alisha, my fic, misfits

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