My First Forbidden Crossing: Massage Dream to Dawn Anal Awakening
Lying naked but for my briefs on Virginie’s massage table. Her strong hands work my body. Feet first, up to hips, lingering on my belly. We chat like old friends. She’s huge, built like a man, but her touch is velvet. Years ago, she fixed my wrecked back from a bike crash. Routine now. But today, cracking my neck, she cradles my face against her chest. Blouse unbuttoned low. My cheek brushes her soft, milky skin. New. Electric. Heart races. No barrier. Cheek slides with her twists. Crack. I drop back. Erection throbs. Gland pokes out of my briefs. Painful tent. Frozen. Don’t move. She stands behind. Sees it.
“Oh…” Heart hammers. Shame burns. “Sorry, I…” She laughs soft. “No worry. Let me help.” Hands slide under elastic. Lifts, pulls briefs down. Cock springs free. Balls too. Smooth, hairless, proud. We freeze. Eyes lock. Awkward thrill. She tugs briefs off legs. Stands by my hips. Cock won’t soften. Her hand lifts it. Other cups balls. Strokes slow. I unbutton her blouse. Full tits in sheer bra spill out. She leans. Mouth engulfs head. Swallows deep. Throat hot. Fingers dive her panties. Wet slit. One, two, three fingers. Creamy. Thumb in ass. She moans around my shaft.
The Approach
She rips blouse off. Bra down. “Fuck, I need it. Month without cock.” Table drops. Straddles. Guides me in. Drops heavy. Balls slap her ass. Fully sheathed. She rocks. Explores deep. Hands knead her huge tits. I thumb her clit. Builds to bounces. Tits swing wild. Frenzy. Pins me. Uses my dick. Climbs fast. Screams orgasm. Floods me. Stunned. Still hard. She sucks again. Balls, shaft, deep throat. Toe in her pussy. Can’t hold. Cum blasts her throat. Swallows grinning.
The Instant
Then, sheets sticky. Dream. Cum in bed. Six AM. Girlfriend Annie curls, ass glowing in dawn. Crawl close. Cock hardens at her slit. Slides in easy. Wet already. Spoon-fuck slow. She moans asleep? Giggles? Heart pounds. Who’s Paul? She whispers his name. Fingers her clit. Grabs lube. Drips on shaft, her crack. Gland nudges anus. First sober time. Tight ring yields. Inch in. She stirs. “No… Paul… too… Jean?” Panic. Thrust anyway. Hands on firm tits. Pinch nipples. She cums fingering. “Good, Jean.” Ramp up. Pound ass. Slaps echo. She bucks back. I roar, flood her depths.
Collapsed. Cock softens inside. “Liked it?” “Very good,” she wriggles, laughs. “Better than Paul?” Tease. She flips: “You groaned first, stiff as rock. I faked sleep.” Bullshit. Who’s Paul? Alarm buzzes. Rush to work. Sidewalk kiss. “Don’t forget osteopath tonight.” Heart skips. Dream bleeds real. Innocence cracked. New hunger awake.
