First Time Breaking Her Walls: Sodomizing Marie-Aline
There I was, in her dim living room, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Marie-Aline sat on the banquette, her green eyes dull under scarred skin. She’d lost a leg in that crash, face half-rebuilt, but fuck, those eyes still haunted me from years back. Pierre-Yves, her brother—my occasional fuck buddy—had pushed me here. ‘She wants to get fucked,’ he’d said while I sucked his little dick. Now, face to face, she sneered. ‘You here to pity-fuck me?’ Her words stung, but my cock twitched. Tension hung thick. She mocked me, aggressive, daring. Then, bam—she yanked off her prosthesis, hiked her skirt, dropped her panties. That round, plump ass stared back, just like her brother’s. ‘Fuck my ass, avoid my ugly face.’ Heart raced faster. Fear mixed with raw hunger. No turning back. I grabbed lube from the drawer. She was ready, finger in her hole, proving it.
Fingers trembling, I rolled on a condom. Lubed her tight pucker, slid one digit in—hot, clenching. She gasped. My cockhead pressed her rim. ‘Just the ass, like a guy.’ Pushed in slow. Fuck, so tight, gripping like a vice. Inch by inch, buried deep. Her moans hit me—’Oh shit, so good in my ass.’ I gripped her thighs, pounded. Skin slapped skin. She rubbed her clit furiously, body bucking. First time feeling her like this—raw, forbidden. Her walls milked me, waves of heat. Nerve endings exploded. She’d never let me this close before. Virgin territory, her ass virgin to me. Sweat dripped, breaths ragged. She arched, screamed—came hard, shaking. Triggered me. Shot deep, collapsing on her, cock pulsing in that forbidden heat.
The Approach
We lay there, panting, my weight pinning her. Pulled out slow, cum-filled rubber dangling. She twisted, jerked me with my own load—’Forgot how much I love cock.’ Laughed, but eyes softened. First crack in her armor. Heart still thumped, but now with something deeper. Innocence gone—not mine, hers. Ten years walled off, now breached. We talked raw—regrets, old crushes. She admitted feelings, pushed back less. Later, forest by the pond, shadows cool. Kissed her scarred lips—tender, tongues tentative. She melted. ‘You’re crazy for loving this.’ But she clung. Drove to the quays, arm in arm, facing stares. That ass-fuck? Sparked us. No more hiding. Her walls crumbled, my desire bloomed into love. First time claiming her, truly. Changed everything.
