My First Real Cock: Shattering Innocence in Bruno’s Apartment
Bruno’s new apartment smelled of fresh paint and pizza boxes. Heart racing, I watched Juliette kiss him on the couch. My pulse thumped in my ears. Years ago, boys in the locker room had terrified me—jerking off, spewing cum on me, bragging about their big dicks. I’d sworn off men. But here, safe with Juliette, my pussy throbbed. Curiosity burned hotter than fear.
Juliette freed Bruno’s cock. Fuck, it was huge—thicker, longer than hers. Veins pulsing, precum staining his boxers. She stroked it slow. I leaned in, breath shallow. My nipples ached under my new demi-cup bra. Trauma whispered retreat, but wetness soaked my thong. Juliette sucked him deep, cheeks bulging. He groaned, head back. I touched his chest—hard pecs, stiff nipple. Pinched too hard. He winced. Shit. She snapped at me. Awkward silence. My clit twitched anyway.
The Approach
To make amends, I unbuttoned my dress. Eyes locked on his. Breasts spilled out, nipples rock-hard, begging. He stared, cock twitching back to life. Juliette deepthroated him again. His hips bucked. Cum exploded—ropes down her throat. She snowballed it into his mouth. Hot. My panties flooded. ‘Someone fuck me,’ I begged. No more watching.
Bruno stripped naked, cock soft but heavy. Juliette crawled between my legs. They tag-teamed me—his hands on my tits, pinching nipples just right, her tongue on my clit. I melted. Kissed him—first guy ever. Tongue slid in, sweet shock. She yanked off my thong, spread me wide. Pussy exposed, lips swollen, clit pulsing pink against black bush. No rejection. Just hunger.
The Instant
Fear twisted with lust. Heart hammered. Kneeling on the armchair, ass up. His hands gripped my hips. Hot cockhead nudged my thigh. Breath hot on my neck. No words. Just need. Gland teased my slit, grinding my clit. I pushed back. No turning away. This was it—crossing the line.
Slow push. Inch by inch, stretching me wide. Fuller than Juliette’s. Pain edged pleasure. Pubes hit my ass. Full. Immobile. Praying he wouldn’t cum quick. Then—thrust. Out, empty. Slam back in. Filled again. Eyes shut, world spun. Gentle at first, building. I shoved back, urging harder. Rhythm shifted—brutal slams, pauses, frenzy. Moans escaped. Cries built. Body betrayed innocence. Clit throbbed, walls clenched. Crash—orgasm ripped me. Waves, endless.
He pulled out, condom heavy with cum. Body hummed, spent. Juliette masturbated nearby, forgotten. But something shifted. No regret. Just glow. First cock conquered trauma. Pussy sore, satisfied. Bisexual whispers? Maybe. Curled between them in bed, his body spooning mine. Innocence gone. New hunger born. Tomorrow promised more.
