My First Anal Surrender: Firmine’s Virgin Ass in the Salon
In the grand salon of the Magloire house, Bois de Boulogne, 1793. My heart hammered like a drum. Georges on the sofa, recounting the hunt for Daurcelle. His voice steady, but my mind raced. Sisters watching, smirking. Fulvia’s tease hung in the air. Two men? Me in the middle? But no. My ass was his alone. Virgin territory. I’d saved it. For love. Real love.
Fingers twisted in my lap. Heat flushed my cheeks. ‘Prove it,’ I challenged. Here? Now? In front of them? Their eyes lit up. Harpies ready for the show. No turning back. Pulse thundered in my ears. Fear knotted my gut. Excitement soaked my thighs. I’d toyed my hole with plugs. Thick ones. Stretched it secret. But a real cock? His cock? First time. Raw. Brutal.
The Approach: Fear and Burning Desire
I stood. Dress off. Jupons gone. Nothing underneath. Naked from waist down. Sisters stripped too. Florette’s red bush gleamed. Fantine and Fulvia head-to-head, cunts grinding. Fanchon and Florette dildo-fucking on the rug. Air thick with moans. My turn. Bent over the table first. Too crude. ‘On the sofa,’ he said. Legs up. Face to face. See my eyes as he claimed me.
Trembling legs spread wide. Ass lifted. Heart slammed ribs. His breath hot on my skin. Tongue first. Slithered my slit. Lapped my honey. Back to my crack. Circled the pucker. Wet. Slick. I gasped. Fingers pinched my nipples. Hard peaks. Other hand rubbed my clit. Swollen. Aching. He teased the ring. Pushed in. My body quivered. Fear melted. Want burned.
The Instant and the Trace: Ecstasy and Awakening
His prick nudged. Thick head. Valley of my cheeks. Slid up down. Lubed with my juices. Pressed the hole. One push. Stretch. Burn. Two. Wider. Three. Pop. Gland in. I yelped. Eyes wide. His gaze locked mine. Love. Thrust. Shaft sank deep. Full. So full. Ring gripped tight. He groaned. I clenched. Milk him.
Slow pumps. Then faster. Friction lit nerves afire. New world inside. Fingers plunged my cunt. Three deep. Fucked myself hard. Pressure built. Wave crashed. I screamed. Came like thunder. Body shook. He pounded through it. Rage of strokes. Balls deep. My ass owned. Then him. Hot jets. Flooded my guts. Spasms milked every drop. We flew together. Stars exploded.
Legs dropped. Limp. He pulled out. Slow. Empty now. Ache sweet. Sisters climaxed around us. Echoes of bliss. I slid to the chair. Thighs splayed. Cunt gaping. Dripping. Fingered lazy circles. Glow settled. No more girl. Woman now. Innocence gone. That ring? Stolen. Gift given. Love sealed in fire. Sisters laughed. He smiled. Mine forever. Heart still raced. But free.
