Unlocking My Private Locker: Seducing and Deflowering the Untouchable Virgin
In my bedroom, door locked, I stare at the private locker app on my phone. Heart races. This secret’s been buried for years. Now, I unlock it. Spill everything. That October Saturday, terrace café, pastis in hand. Hervé and me, eyeing skirts. Then she struts by. Tall, slim, perky tits poking her light dress, firm little ass, short hair framing cute face, ears tight to skull. Instant hard-on.
“I’d fuck her,” I say. Hervé laughs. “Marie from the bank. Ice queen. Untouchable.” Pari: ski week. Proof required. He hooks me up.
The Bet That Ignited It All
Fake loan dossier. She bites. Lunch at fancy spot. Polite, expert. I play shy. She invites me home. Coffee turns chatty. Next Saturday, her place again. Laughter flows. She admits loving a no-strings man. Cheek kiss goodbye.
Fridays now. Cinema ploy. Dark stairs, hand on hip. Door shuts. Faces close. First kiss. Tongue slips in. Virgin lips part. She melts. I pull back. “Sorry, you’re too hot.” She grabs me, kisses back.
Dinner next. Bottle of wine. Couch melts into heavy petting. Fingers on tits, nipples harden. She sheds blouse, bra. Perfect mounds. I knead, suck. Skirt hikes, wet panties. She grinds, cums hard on my lap.
Flowers next. No bra, no panties under skirt. Couch ride. Tits in face. Hand strokes my cock through pants. “Show me.” I strip. She grips, strokes awkwardly. Divine innocence. I kneel, part thighs. Bushy mound. Lick clit. Finger fucks. She floods, screams.
“Make me a woman.” Slow entry. Virgin tightness grips. Gentle thrusts. She moans, cums. I unload deep. She’s hooked. Teaches blowjobs next. Sloppy, eager. Pussy slicker. She bucks wild.
Her Total Surrender and the Shocking Twist
Months of Fridays. Anal demand to stay. Pregnant bomb drops. I bail. “Fuck yes, but no baby, no couple.” She begs. Agrees to ass.
Back from vacay. She’s naked, lights dim. Deepthroat, swallows cum. Pussy pound. Then doggy. Lube-slick hole. Slow push. She takes it silent. I explode in her gut. Champagne. One more ass fuck.
Wake hungover. Note: obituary. Marie dead weeks ago. Door locked. Panic. Neighbors call brother. Giant Jacques. She’s cremated. I bolt. See her across street. Wave. Dash. Car slams me. Fly. “She called me.”
Twin sister Claire’s revenge. Seduced me as Marie. Drugged? Ghosted the end. Fucked a dead girl’s shadow. Adrenaline peaks sharing this. Cock throbs reliving her tight holes. Virgin to anal slut in months. My conquest. Her trap.
Locker snaps shut. Lighter now. Secret shared. Yours forever.
