My First Time Bent Over: The Strap-On Awakening at Christine’s
Christine’s living room. That first Saturday of the month. Rain pounding outside. I showed up early to surprise Hélène. Picked up a vibe for a night out. Door opens. Christine’s warm kiss hides a flicker of awkwardness. She yells for Hélène. I bolt to the living room. There they are: Hélène, Christine, Françoise scrambling to hide lacy lingerie. Strings, bras, garters spilling out. Curiosity hits hard.
Hélène’s surprised. ‘Early bird, huh?’ I push. They claim it’s a Tupperware lingerie party. I dive in anyway. Sexy shit: latex bras, open-crotch panties, stockings. My cock twitches already. ‘Try ’em on for me.’ They laugh it off. I counter with a game. Guess who bought what. Wrong? I strip. Right? They do.
The Approach
Champagne flows. Table covered in slutty gear. I nail Christine’s black latex bra for her huge 95D tits. She peels off her blouse slow. Flesh-tone bra hugs those erect nipples. Heart races. Toast. Guess her open panties next. Boom. Jeans drop. Now Hélène and Françoise.
Red-black open bra? Françoise. Pull-over gone. Balconette bra. Skirt falls next with matching thong. Legs in sheer black stockings. I’m on fire. Guêpière? Miss for Hélène. Off with my shirt. Then right for Françoise. Her bra next. Toasts pile up. Black fringed bra with nipple cutouts? Hélène. Blouse off. String miss—pants down. Bulge obvious.
Garters. Miss. Boxers gone. Naked now. Stripping slow for them. Teasing. One garter each for Hélène and Christine. Panties drop. Last bra? Miss again. They yank Hélène’s panties. All bare. Laughing. Naked. Champagne buzz. No shame. Just heat.
Françoise sends Christine for more bubbly. Porn DVD flicks on. Alone. Dick hard. What punishment? They return. Eyes blindfolded. Hands tied behind. Kneeled before fireplace cushion. Ass up. Legs spread. Fingers trace cheeks. Push wider.
The Instant
Cold lube drips down crack. Hits asshole, balls. Fingers circle. One slips in. Slick. Probing. Two now. Deep. Not bad. Thrilling. Three stretch me. Nipples pinched hard. Gasp. Pull back. Then… something blunt, lubed. Pressing.
‘No!’ But Hélène whispers. ‘It’s me. Strap-on time. You fuck my rosebud. My turn.’ Heart hammers. No escape. She pushes. Head pops in. Burns sweet. Prostate hit. Thrusts build. Other hands dunk my cock in champagne. Cold fizz. Dip my mouth. Drink. She rams harder.
‘Feel it, pig?’ Vengeance for my cock in her ass. Tension coils. Balls tighten. Explode. Cum jets into glass. Scream echoes. Collapse. Applause.
Blindfold off. Hélène unhitches. Sips my load from glass. Kisses deep. Snowballs it. ‘I love you. We’ll do it again.’
The Trace: Innocence cracked. Ass sore, throbbing reminder. New hunger awakened. Fucked by her, watched by friends. No going back. Adulthood’s edge. Craved more. Still do.
