“I’m going to help you get ready,” I said, massaging her ass.
She tensed when I first made contact. But she into the rhythm as I continued to massage her.
“It’s best if you have an orgasm. Helps relax everything. I’m going to lick you, okay?”
“Lick my ass?”
“No, your pussy. If I do it well, which I certainly intend to, the effects will go everywhere.”
“Oh,” She seemed to relax a little more. At least I didn’t see another tremble like before.
Continuing to massage her ass, I got the other hand involved. Moving down to her pussy, spreading, already smelling her gathering excitement.
Spreading her beautiful pussy, I leaned in and tasted her sweet lips. I took it easy on her. Despite what my id might be dictating, it was better to be gentle at such a delicate time. I wanted her to feel good. While getting her ready to feel even better in the future. It was a training session. Even if she didn’t know it.
She started to respond. Gently at first. Some soft moans. Lightly pushing her hips back, so her pussy pressed that much harder against my lapping tongue. Natural and positive responses, telling me she was getting into it. The thought of putting something up her virgin asshole no longer seemed quite so scary.
She started to shake, an orgasm building in her like an earthquake as she got closer. Taking her around the waist for support, I kept going. Bringing her up to and then through the gates of pure joy, her upper body collapsing against the mattress.
Letting her down gently, I turned Vega onto her side. Bending her legs up near her chest.
Conducting preliminary preparations with a wet wipe, I took her ass in both hands, gently stretching her out.
“Oh!”
“You okay?”
“Y- yes. It just feels really good.”
“That’s the idea.”
I stretched her out again, a bit further that time, bringing out another throaty moan. Her ass was relaxing nicely.
It didn’t seem like it should be possible. Yet, there it was. The well-lubed butt plug, sliding slowly into Vega’s virgin asshole. A slow, relaxing breath as I held her hip for leverage.
“How are you doing?”
“O-o-kay - fuck!”
“Let me know if it hurts.”
“O-o-okay, d-don’t stop! Fuck yes!”
The sound was soft. The distinctive noise of a butt plug getting firmly into position. Nestled between her perfect cheeks.
Reaching around her hip, I lightly coaxed her pussy for extra stimulation as the plug did its work. Much to Vega’s delight.
Her pussy made way, allowing two fingers in, as I took the flared base of the plug between my fingers. Stroking her clit with a gentle ‘come here’ motion, I eased the plug out an inch or two before slowly sliding it back in, carefully building up a motion that was very close to thrusting. Giving her a taster of what anal sex with a cock felt like.
She went mad. Bucking and moaning, howling in pure pleasure. The shaking began, the rest of her going still as she shook from within, like she had a rickety rail bridge running through her. It all culminated in a final, banshee wail as she was hit with the combined force of a g-spot orgasm and the added sensations of the plug in her ass.
The old box spring objected to the extra weight, groaning its protest as I made my way to her. Vega wrapped herself around me, panting and trembling.
The moment held. Time seemed to stop around us. She had done it, and I was so proud of her.
It was a light touch. Just a nudge really, on the edge of the base. Vega moaned deep. The effects of the simple act seeming to run all through her.
“Would you like me to take it out?”
“Gently,” she specified.
I couldn’t quite see. But I knew it must have been a sight. Almost like a magic trick, the full bore of the plug appearing from her ass. Nothing but the softest sound of pleasure coming from Vega.
Brief but sweet, the kiss surprised her as much as me, though she was happy to reciprocate.
“I love you,” she whispered into my chest, as the plug came free.
And with those three little words, it was like everything came crashing down around me.
Chapter Eleven - Vega
Things had turned, the very air taking on a new aspect. We would get up, eat, work, read for a while and go back to bed. Hugo staying well on his side.
He wasn’t cold to me, just sort of… aloof. If I tried to cuddle him in the night he never pushed me away. When I kissed him he would smile. I did it more often. Random cuddles and kisses throughout the day. Some of the pretense for them more realistic than others. A few coming rather out of the blue, trying to catch him off-guard. To see some flicker of change. Love, hate, lust, disgust. I would have taken any of them over his passive fucking aloofness.