Crossed routes

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Journey to pegging

Nelly came to meet me this morning in my room around 9 o’clock. I was still asleep and when I heard a knock on my door, I thought it was my boss who needed something. And then it was her, very cute with her pleated skirt and her white blouse, and me, with the shapeless underpants I had kept to sleep… She entered without saying anything, glancing around her.
– You shouldn’t be with your aunt? I thought I would find you there…
– I came to get you to go see Kevin…
– What for? Do you want me to come with you?
– Yes… I have to talk to him…
Fortunately my room was clean; since she had picked me up the last time, I was more careful to put away and not leave my clothes lying around; even my dishes were put away.
-… and I want you to come with me…
– He doesn’t like me very much, Kevin! it will not please him to see me!
-… please…
– Ok…
I took my jeans that were on the back of the chair to put them on:
– You’re not going to stay with these underpants? You slept with it! Change yourself!
When she’s like that, she looks like her aunt! the tone dry, and always giving orders… well, I don’t mind… but still, she could be nicer to me. I searched in my dresser drawer to find another pair of boxers; she was sitting in the chair in front of my computer and she was watching me with her arms crossed. At her aunt’s, we undressed together, but there, in my room, it was different and I turned my back to her to change:
– Come here…
Standing in front of my sink, she took the glove that I hang on a hook glued to the tiles and she poured hand soap on it:
– Come on… it’s not like it was the first time! You have to change Jonathan! I saw that you had tidied up, it’s cleaner than the last time… but you also have to be clean on yourself, change your underwear and wash yourself…
– I would have taken a shower, you know…
– Approach!
While talking, she slipped the glove over my face and around my neck, holding onto my arm:
– I’m going to tell Kevin that I don’t want to go out with him anymore… I want you to be there when I tell him…
She crouched down in front of me:
– Drop your pants!
She passes the washcloth over my buttocks and between my legs…
– Is it still painful?
– Yes, it still burns me, and it bleeds a little …
– I did it on purpose, you know, I knew you would be in pain…
– It’s going to pass, it’s okay… and then I don’t blame you…
– You don’t blame me! Are you sure ?
– Oh yes, of course ! you’re stupid…
– So if I hurt you again, wouldn’t you blame me?
-… you want to hurt me? …
– Do you good… and maybe bad too… you would like, Jonathan?
-… I don’t know…
– Wrong answer! Tell me you want it!
– … I want it, so …
She turned me around and started washing my penis; I started to bend. It’s silly, but this time, I would have preferred to stay… normal. I tried to think of something other than his hand; as if I didn’t feel it. And then I lowered my eyes and she was looking at me, with her sad eyes, but with a tiny smile, and she washed me more, she caressed me with her hand in the glove…
– Stop, Nelly…
… And she continued, very slowly, her hand was almost not squeezing me, going up and down on my penis with the glove full of soap… she got up and ran the glove under hot water, she rinsed me , wiped me off with the towel hanging on the nail next to the sink, and she took my cock in her bare hand, holding onto my thigh with the other. I felt that I was going to cum and I turned away a little … she continued to caress me, for a long time, without ever changing the rhythm, always very slowly, sliding up and down the penis, until I becomes all soft again.
She grimaced as she got up and had to lean on my arm:
– Is it painful? is it since yesterday? are these your rings?
She nodded and sat down on the chair:
– I walked too much yesterday, I think…
– You didn’t stay with your aunt?
– We went to Paris… for you…
– What do you mean?
-… you know… the pictures she showed you… she wanted to buy what she needed. She wanted me to go with her, and I walked too much… moving, they rub and it hurts…
– But… she wants to put me on too? It was true, then…
– Yes… this afternoon… and me too, the last…
– It scares me, Nelly… I’m not as brave as you… does she know that you’re still in pain?
– No, I didn’t tell him… it’s a little swollen, it’s normal… put the glove under cold water and give it to me!
She lifted her skirt and tucked it under her waist.
– Why didn’t you put on panties? they would move less…
– She doesn’t want to!
– But she won’t know… you can take it off before going to her place!
– No, Jonathan, you don’t understand… she told me to stay like that, I’m doing it!
– But you don’t even have any compresses, it could get infected, and then with the glove it’s not good either…
– Give, I’m telling you, the cold makes me feel good…
The two smaller of the rings closed by a ball on her labia minora are connected by a small chain closed on a shiny drop-shaped pendant, stretching the two thin veils of flesh that protrude more than a centimeter below the slit sex. When the rings pass, the flesh is a little swollen. The large, pierced lip above is red, a little inflamed, and a little blood has flowed from it, leaving a small darker trail.
-… looks like it’s bleeding a bit, is that normal?
– It’s nothing !
– Hey, Nelly… she wants to do what… to me?
– You will see !
– Come on… tell me…
– No! I won’t tell you anything!
– But she won’t know…
– I would know. I said no, stop!
– Do you still obey, you?
– Of course, always! and I want you to do the same! you hear me ? you must obey him and obey me! Always !
She had a small smile on her closed face; she really looked like her aunt. She got up, rinsed the glove in the sink and put it back on its hook. She wiped herself off with the towel hanging next to it and threw it at me:
– Here! take this ! Take off your underwear and lie down on the ground, there, in the light!
I spread the towel under the window and sat on it. She took the shaving foam and my disposable razor from the edge of the sink and made me lie down. She spread the foam on my stomach above the penis and on each side, overflowing on the thighs. Holding the skin of the foreskin between her fingers of her left hand, she started to shave down the tail all around, and then she shaved my stomach, up to the navel, and over. the sides to the thighs. Then she shaved my balls by pulling the skin hard between her fingers, then below and around the ass, in the line of the buttocks. She wiped me off with the boxers I had taken off and wiped the razor on from time to time, and started again with a new razor: she cut me a little in two or three places.
– Here you are cleaner! From today, you will have to talk regularly, understood? … Get on all fours, spread your knees well…
I saw her bend down and take off her shoes; she took a shoelace off a shoe and got behind me. She tied the lace around my balls, tightening it tightly:
– You know you can cut a man’s balls? That doesn’t prevent her from getting hard…
Standing behind me, she was moving my balls with her toes and giving little knocks on them, harder and harder, and she stopped:
– You would like to be my eunuch, Jonathan?
… And she gave me a real kick on the balls. It took my breath away. They would have said that something was torn in my stomach and I curled up on the ground, lying on my side, raising my knees…
– You would never hurt like that again…
Crouching behind me, she m ‘lifted one leg and pulled my balls back so that they protrude between my closed thighs, and she squeezed them in her hand…
-… but I’ll leave them to you, no doubt, they’re soft and warm… put them back on. You on your knees… come on, Jonathan… a little courage… spread more… and remove your hand!
– No, Nelly… please… don’t do it again…
She stroked my cheek and made me look up; she smiled as she ran her thumb over my lips:
– Do it for me, Jonathan… for me……
and I spread my legs, kneeling in front of her… she untied the lace and stroked my balls gently…
– You know, after this afternoon, you’re going to be private for a few days… you should take advantage of it… caress yourself… come on, do yourself good…
She gave me shaving foam in the line of the buttocks; she put a finger in my ass and started to put it in and out:
– Your ass becomes more flexible, that’s good! Soon I could put my whole hand, you will have-meras … Jerk off, Jonathan!
I was still in pain after the kick she gave me, and if she hadn’t hit my ass, I don’t think I would have bandaged. And then she added another finger, and another, and she put the four fingers except the thumb, like her aunt had done too; luckily for me, she had thinner hands. She pulled her fingers out when I started to cum and she stood up. I was squirting when she kicked me in the balls again, as hard as the first… and as I curled up on the floor she rolled me over onto my back and kissed me, on the lips, and then with her tongue in my mouth and she tasted the salt of my tears running down my cheeks… it was the first kiss she gave me…
– Nelly… you’re kidding… I don’t want you to cut them… I don’t want…
– You ‘d rather be in pain, I know… ask me…
-… what?
– Ask me, Jonathan…
I knew. I knew what she wanted. And I knew she wouldn’t say anything to me… for one kiss… for another kiss from her… I lay on my back, legs apart, one arm over my eyes, and waited… first one hand, on my cock, all soft from having enjoyed and from the pain, the other hand, on my balls, which weighs them and presses them gently, between his thumb and his hand below, which crushes them, gently , one after the other, and which descends lower, fingers on the anus. I raised my legs, knees to the chest; she forced her fingers inside me, hard, outstretched, her eyes riveted on mine, her eyes usually sad and now luminous; she was pushing hard with her arm, the muscles of which were stiffening and my eyes were wet; with her other hand she had taken my balls and pulled them towards her and my eyes were running as I clenched my teeth very hard… for her voice so soft, as soft as her hands were hard… but no, she gave up, and m ‘left panting. She walked up to me, one hand on either side of my head, one knee between my legs; she still looked me in the eye:
– Ask me !
She was leaning over me and lifting her knee. She waited.
-… please… go ahead… do it…
She was smiling at me, and that glint in her eyes… and time went on… and nothing… and as I was relaxing, her knee hit me, cutting me off the breath… want to vomit… and when I regained contact of the back with the ground after the sudden contraction… a second time her knee tore a long moan from me which she stifled from her mouth.
She lay on top of me, a long time, her hand in my hair, until I stopped shaking.

Kevin was angry. Angry that she didn’t want to date him anymore, and also because I was there and heard everything they were saying. He insulted her, called her a bitch; he told her that he didn’t care about her, and that she could keep her virginity all her life if she wanted… if he knew…
He followed us to the bookstore. Annie and Martina were there, and he didn’t even say hello to them. Nelly took Christophe aside to explain to him, and I thought he was looking at me askance, as if I had something to do with it. We left for his aunt at the end of the meal, at the same time as the others. Martina and Annie made a funny face when they saw that Nelly had taken me by the hand.

Her aunt told me to go undress in the back bedroom, and she stayed chatting in the living room with Nelly for a while before joining me.
– Come and see Jonathan here… Nelly told you that we did some shopping for you?
– She told me…
– Good! look…
On the large steel tray, I recognized the instruments she had used the day before for Nelly’s piercings: pliers, compresses, needles; there was also a transparent pocket containing a small ring and another containing a much larger ring closed on a ball:
– Look, Jonathan, I had not printed this photo yesterday … here is the result once installed for the smallest , for the second, you will see later. Nelly chose with me!
Speaking to me, she emptied a small bag on the table, next to the tray:
-… and I also bought you some underwear that will suit you better than the ones you usually wear!
I took the underwear one after the other… one red thong and two black ones, and four others which instead of having a thread of fabric between the buttocks, had two, which went up on each side of the buttocks…
– You will only wear these now! everyday ! And you will throw away your boxers! And we also bought this harness for you, you will have to wear it regularly, every evening for half an hour with one of these wideners.
She showed me the three black plugs lying on the table; the third was really, really big. From a box, she took out a set made up of leather straps and rings. She tied a leather belt around my waist with two shiny iron rings, one in front below the navel and the other in the back, above the line of the buttocks. She then took out a metal ring with two leather ties attached to it. She threaded the ring over my cock, and when it was down she pulled the skin of the balls through the ring, wedging my balls underneath, and pushing out from underneath with her fingers she passed my balls through the ring. balls through the ring, one after another. She hurt me. The ring was small and she pushed hard, crushing them a bit to get them through.
– Turn around and rest your hands on your knees… go bend over! Nelly give me the gel and the small plug, that of 35…!
Nelly poured gel on her aunt’s hand and dribbled some on the plug as well.
– Put him on the stool, he’s going to put it on his own… right Jonathan?
She put gel in the line of the buttocks:
– Come on, show us!
The black plug that Nelly put on the stool is a cylinder, quite short, entirely smooth, just rounded at the top, with a slit at the base, in which Nelly threaded one of the two straps when I put on the- above.
– Come on! sit on it!
I did what I could… I tried; I even spread my buttocks with both hands, but I couldn’t get it into my ass…
– Help him Nelly!
She stood in front of me:
– Put your arms around my neck and lean towards me, come on, hurry up!
She slipped both arms between my legs, and with her fingers she massaged my ass around the plug:
– Get off!
For her. I did it for her. I clung to its neck and sat on it harder; her fingers continued to massage and stretch … and the invasion, like a stab between my buttocks … Behind my back, her aunt tied the thong to the ring on the belt, tightening it tight, and Nelly tied the second strap to the ring under my navel … and they tightened the straps that kept the dildo firmly in place when I stood up.
And then she took care of Nelly, installed like yesterday on the living room table, her feet on the armrests of the chair and her head on my knees. She pierced the other lip, opposite the first, and it’s the same ring that went through the two holes, connecting the two lips together. Nelly gritted her teeth on the wooden rod when she drilled it, and I don’t know if through her tears she saw the result when her aunt held up the mirror between her legs.
Her aunt sent me to the bathroom to take off the harness on my own.
Coming back to the living room, rid of the plug, I felt like I was still dilated, open. Nelly was lying on the sofa, one arm over her face; the ring passed through the two holes halfway up the slit closed his penis, the two balls resting at the bottom of the slit, almost in contact with the thighs. She was beautiful…
Her aunt sat down next to her and motioned for me to approach. Still with her gloves on, she caressed Nelly with both hands; with a finger slipped into the slit above the piercings she stroked Nelly’s clit, and lifting the ring, she slipped two fingers between her lips. The forced separation of the lips made Nelly wince and moan:
– Everything is fine Nelly… I stop. Come hold Jonathan’s hand while I take care of him!
Her aunt made me sit at the edge of the little table, facing her, seated in the armchair; she put on new gloves. With a plaster, she fixed my penis on my stomach, and cleaned me with a compress. When she pierced the skin on one side, above the balls; I hardly felt anything; even when she slipped the little ring I didn’t hurt either. I had more pain for the second, but less than I would have thought. She removed the clipped ball and threaded the ring around my penis, like a ring, before piercing the brake with a large needle. It was when she put the ring through the hole and twisted it to clip the ball opposite the brake that it hurt the most. The ring was slipped under the bead of the glans; he didn’t hug me too much …
– Now we’re going to see if we chose the right diameter……
and she started to masturbate me gently, holding my cock with the tips of her fingernails with one hand and scratching my balls with the other… and the ring started to squeeze me when I started to bend, even more when, squeezing my cock harder between her fingers as she moved up, she made my penis swell. In any case the piercing was not bleeding. She seemed satisfied with the result and she stopped caressing me:
– You see Nelly, 25 it was good, we chose well. You’ll go clean it, won’t you, every day! and no fiddling for a few days Jonathan! Come on, that’s enough……
she pinched my ball between two fingers and the pain made me disband…
-… you will check that he is wearing the harness regularly! we will meet again next Saturday; no Monday delivery, Jonathan!