My Sister-in-Law’s Virgin Ass: Our Forbidden First Time on the Terrace
It was our last night. The terrace in her rural Belgian garden. Warm June air. Church bells silent after ten. Her old rectory house loomed behind us. I’d been staying three weeks. Fucking her every day since that Sunday morning kitchen rush. But tonight? Her first time there. Anal. Virgin territory.
Heart hammered. She knew my kinks. No panties under that corset top and tight capris from our restaurant date. Words like ‘fuck my ass’ from her elegant mouth? Dissonant thrill. We sipped aperitifs. Cold dinner waited. She nestled close. Lips on my neck. Nibbling ears. Her belly grinding my hard cock through pants.
The Approach: Tension Builds on the Last Night
She dropped my trousers. No underwear. Cock sprang free. Red head glistening pre-cum. She knelt. Licked the drop. Inspected every vein. Teased foreskin. Sucked balls. Swirled tongue on shaft. Nibbled glans. Deep-throated. Her finger probed my ass. Then two. Pumping in sync with her mouth. Legs spread wide. Electricity built. Balls tightened. I begged her to stop. She ramped up. Exploded down her throat. She swallowed every spurt. Held soft cock like candy.
‘Fuck my ass,’ she whispered. ‘Deflower my rosebud. Be my first.’ Pulse raced. Fear and lust collided. No turning back. Carried her to garden chair. Peeled off top. Slid down capris. Naked perfection. Long blonde hair. Firm tits. Endless legs. Pubic strip damp.
Kneeled. Lapped her pussy. Soft lips. Acid-peppery taste. Clit throbbed under tongue. Fingers plunged. She bucked. First orgasm hit hard. Trembling. But I kept going. Tongue circled rosebud. She lifted cheeks. Pushed my face in. Licked rim. Thumb on clit. Two fingers in cunt. She arched. Screamed second cum. Juices flooded.
The Instant: Breaking Her Anal Cherry
She flipped. Knees on armrests. Ass high. Gripped back. Perfect globes parted. Pink virgin hole winked. Grabbed butter tub. Lubed cock head. Fingers scooped. Worked one in. Then two. Stretching slow. She tensed. Gasped pain. ‘Easy,’ I soothed.
Pressed glans. Slow push. Ring resisted. Then popped. She yelped. Rigid. I froze. Stroked her clit. Distracted. Eased deeper. Balls-deep now. Belly slapped cheeks. She moaned. ‘Fuck my ass harder.’ Gripped cheeks. Rammed. Fast. Brutal. Her hand milked balls. Tight ring gripped shaft. Sweat poured. Breath ragged. Brain fogged. She begged defilement. Cum surged. Unloaded deep. Time blurred. Eternal bliss.
Withdrew gentle. Hole gaped rosy. She turned. Kissed deep. Tasted my load on her tongue. Shower together. Calm afterglow. Slept tangled. Morning goodbye tore hearts. Back to Singapore. Life normal. Three months later? Virginie beaming. ‘Isabelle’s pregnant. Wants you godfather.’ Her words: ‘Your visit opened horizons. Painful start, then revelation.’ Our secret seed. No demands. Just memory. Innocence gone. Horizons forever changed.
