anal virginity

Saturday, 20:00

The doorbell rings exactly on time.

Laura is standing beside me in the living room, trembling slightly.

She’s wearing a set I’ve never seen before:

• A pearl-white satin babydoll so short it barely covers half her thighs, with tiny spaghetti straps and a deep lace neckline that shows the swell of her perfect 34D breasts.
• Underneath, a matching new set: a wireless white lace bra that lifts and separates her tits beautifully, and tiny Brazilian-cut lace panties so small that half her ass cheeks are exposed.
• White thigh-high stockings with lace garters.
• Bare feet, toenails painted pale pink.

Her hair is loose, long, and shiny, falling in waves down her back.

I’m just wearing pajama pants and a T-shirt because I know I’m only the audience tonight.

I open the door. Robert walks in with his drooling grin, reeking of cheap cologne and sweat. He’s wearing an open shirt down to his chest and sweatpants that do nothing to hide the hard-on he already has.

Laura stands in the center of the room, wringing her hands.

Robert walks over, lifts her chin, and gives her a slow, deep kiss. She lets him, moaning softly into his mouth.

Preparation

Robert takes her hand and leads her to the couch, sitting her on his lap with her back to me.

He starts kissing her neck, ears, shoulders while slowly sliding the babydoll straps down.

The white satin slips to the floor, leaving Laura in just the lace set and stockings.

“You look gorgeous, baby girl… tonight you’re giving me something very special,” he whispers as he unhooks her bra.

Her perfect tits spill free, nipples already hard as pebbles. Robert grabs them with his fat hands, kneading, squeezing, pinching the nipples until Laura arches her back and moans loudly.

I’m sitting in the armchair across from them, cock painfully hard inside my pants.

Robert slowly slides her Brazilian panties down, revealing that round, firm ass no one has ever truly touched.

Laura is left in only the white stockings and garters.

She gets on her knees on the couch, facing the backrest, ass up, legs slightly apart.

Her virgin pink asshole is perfectly closed, and below it the panties dangle from one ankle.

Lube and teasing

Robert strips off his shirt and pants. His thick, veiny cock is already glistening with precum.

He pulls a bottle of lube from his pocket (he came prepared) and coats his fingers generously.

First he kisses her ass cheeks over and over, nibbling softly, spreading them with his hands.

Laura is shaking all over.

“Relax, baby girl… I’m gonna open you up nice and slow…”

He starts massaging her asshole with one lubed finger, slow circles.

Laura moans, gripping the back of the couch.

Little by little he works in the first knuckle. She lets out a small cry but doesn’t pull away.

Robert slides the finger in and out gently while rubbing her clit over the (now gone) panties with his other hand—just over the skin, like always.

Laura starts rocking her hips on her own, chasing more.

Penetration

When Robert decides she’s ready, he kneels behind her.

He rubs his fat cockhead up and down her lubed hole, taking his time.

Laura is breathing fast, eyes closed, mouth open.

“Relax, sweetheart… deep breath…”

He pushes.

The head pops in suddenly.

Laura screams—a high-pitched mix of pain and pleasure.

She freezes for a second, trembling, while Robert strokes her back.

“Shhh… the worst is over… now comes the good part…”

He starts moving very slowly—inch forward, inch back.

A little deeper each time.

Laura moans uncontrollably, tears on her cheeks, but she pushes her ass back for more.

In under two minutes Robert is halfway inside.

He picks up the pace.

The wet slap of lube and skin fills the room.

Laura’s tits swing with every thrust, the white garters digging slightly into her thighs.

I see everything: my fiancée’s pink asshole stretching and gripping that fat cock, her moaning both my name and Robert’s, biting her lip until it bleeds.

Climax

Robert grabs her hips and starts fucking her for real—hard, deep.

Laura screams, claws at the couch, tears flowing but she never stops slamming her ass back against him.

“I’m coming… I’m coming…!” she cries.

Her whole body locks up, shakes violently—she has a brutal anal orgasm without anyone even touching her pussy.

Robert growls and buries himself to the hilt.

He stays still, pumping long, heavy spurts deep inside her virgin ass.

When he pulls out, Laura’s asshole gapes for a second—red, swollen, a thin string of white cum dripping out.

Laura collapses onto the couch, panting, trembling, a dazed smile on her face.

Robert gives her ass a soft slap.

“Thank you, baby girl… that was the best gift of my life.”

He gets dressed and leaves.

I go to her, hug her, kiss her forehead.

She looks up at me with glassy eyes and whispers:

“It hurts… but it was also… incredible…

Thank you for letting me do this for you…”

And she falls asleep in my arms, her ass still throbbing and a trickle of cum sliding down her thigh.

The month of daily anal sex starts now.

And I have thirty days to convince her to let me taste her virgin pussy…

before she decides to move in with him.