Ask Mira if you're supposed to eventually participate in anal activities like the other women

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 9:12 PM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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You force the question out before you lose your nerve, your voice barely audible over the symphony of moans filling the parlor. "Mira... am I supposed to eventually participate in anal activities like the other women?"

Mira's hands freeze mid-motion on yours. Her brown eyes widen with something that looks like protective alarm. "What? No. Lily, no—" She crouches down so she's at eye level with you, her cock still gripped between your trembling fingers. "They're doing that because they want to. Because their bodies can handle it after everything your parents trained them for."

Behind her, Jasmine screams—a raw, primal sound that's equal parts pain and pleasure. You can see Kara's crimson cock buried halfway into that stretched ass now, at least five thick inches disappearing into Jasmine's body.

"You're a twenty-two-year-old virgin who lost her hymen less than twelve hours ago," Mira continues urgently, cupping your face with one hand while keeping the other wrapped around yours on her shaft. "Your body needs time. Lots of time. Nobody expects you to do what they're doing."

"But what if the futas need—" you start.

"Then we'll figure something else out," Mira interrupts firmly. "Manual milking works. Oral relief works if you're willing and ready. But anal?" She shakes her head emphatically. "Not until you're healed. Not until you've had experience with regular penetration first. Your ass is off-limits, Lily. I won't let anyone pressure you into that."

Across the room, Tasha howls triumphantly. "Fuck yes! My knot's in—your ass is locked around it, Nora—"

Nora's response is incoherent, a babbling stream of curses and pleas.

Mira gently repositions your hands on her cock, guiding them back into the stroking rhythm you'd abandoned. "Focus on me right now. Just me. You're doing beautifully—see how much precum I'm making? That means you're hitting all the right spots."

You look down and realize her shaft is absolutely dripping now, thick clear fluid coating your fingers and making each stroke slick and smooth. The mottled pink-white flesh throbs visibly in your grip.

"Tighter on the upstroke," Mira instructs breathlessly. "And when you reach the head—yes, exactly like that—twist slightly and squeeze—oh fuck, Lily—"

Her cock pulses hard in your hands, swelling even thicker. You can feel the moment approaching—the tension building in her shaft, the way her balls draw up tight against her body.

"Don't stop," she gasps. "I'm close—keep that exact rhythm—"

Elena's voice cuts through your concentration: "Foxgirl cum tastes like fucking honey—Roxanne, do it, fill my ass—"

Your pussy clenches involuntarily, a hot rush of arousal flooding through you despite—or maybe because of—your fear and uncertainty.