My First Betrayal: Sucking and Fucking the Bus Driver in My Own Bed
That morning in my bedroom, sunlight filtered through the curtains of our family home in west Paris. The pavillon was quiet, garden lush outside, no neighbors prying. I’d lived here forever, my bed a sanctuary for Tristan and me. But today, my heart hammered like a drum. Meleagant, the bus driver, 47 and charming as sin, was coming. Last night’s bus ride flirt had sealed it: ‘Come fuck me at home tomorrow.’ No backing out now.
Doorbell buzzed. Stomach flipped. I smoothed my skirt, palms sweaty. Opened the door. There he stood, tall, rough hands, eyes devouring me. ‘Hey, beautiful.’ Pulled him inside. Door shut. Click. Final. We crashed together, lips hungry, tongues battling. His stubble scraped my chin, hands groping my ass. Nervous giggles escaped me. This was wrong. Tristan clueless, probably studying. But desire burned hotter than guilt.
The Approach: Waiting, Trembling, No Turning Back
Led him upstairs, pulse racing up each step. Bedroom door creaked open. My bed waited, sheets crisp. Stood facing him, bed behind me. Kissed again, fierce. He pushed gently. Sat on the edge, knees weak. He unzipped. Cock sprang out, thick, veined, throbbing. First time seeing his up close. Heart pounded. Grabbed it, stroked slow, up-down. Skin hot, silky. Looked up, eyes locked. His groan fueled me.
Leaned in. Lips parted. Took him whole, deep throat. Salty pre-cum hit my tongue. New rush. Sucked deliberate, head bobbing. Lips hugged the head, tongue swirling shaft. Hands on his thighs, felt them tense. Peeked up—his face twisted in bliss. ‘Good girl.’ Fingers in my hair. Quickened pace, sloppy now, spit dripping. He thrust, fucking my mouth gentle then harder. Gagging thrill. Body on fire, pussy soaking.
Couldn’t wait. He pulled out, spun me. Bent over bed. Skirt hiked, panties yanked. Cock nudged my wet slit. Slammed in. Filled me raw, stretching. Gasped. Tristan never this urgent. Pounded steady, hips slapping. ‘Cambrer,’ he growled. Arched more. Deeper. Then—wet from my juices—he pressed my ass. Virgin territory mostly. Hesitated? No. Pushed in slow. Burned, then bloomed pleasure. Inch by inch, owned my tight hole.
The Instant: Raw Discovery in My Bedroom
Fell forward, arms on sheets, face sideways. Heart thundering, breaths ragged. He gripped waist, lifted knees off bed. Fucked savage, 15cm out each time, head staying in. Ass cheeks spread, invaded fully. Waves crashed—pain to ecstasy. Body quaked. He sped up. Pulled out. Hot spurts hit my ass, cum pooling warm.
Instinct took over. Hand back, smeared it slick over cheeks. Brought fingers to lips. Tasted him. Salty, thick, forbidden elixir. His eyes wide, shocked delight. Licked clean. That moment sealed it.
After, sprawled on sheets now stained. First cheat in my own bed, under mom’s roof. Tristan’s words echoed: ‘Taste their seed, it’ll free you.’ Innocence cracked. No kid anymore. Woman awakened, craving more shadows beyond the cave. Twenty years later, still throbs.
