Pastry Orgy Night: My Raw First Fuck at Marie’s Bakery

My phone’s been buzzing all week with Milou’s cock pics and dirty promises. Days of chat, now the real meet at Marie Lerougegorge’s new patisserie in the village. No bullshit foreplay, straight to raw sex.

This noon, I tell him: Marie’s opening her bakery Saturday, evening party’s an invite. Who? Him, my fresh hookup.

The Approach

Afternoon, I join to fix a fence, sweat building tension. After meal, I say: Light clothes, it’ll be hot. He asks why. I hike my microskirt, flash my smooth shaved pussy, glistening. ‘This.’ His eyes bulge, cock twitches in pants. Urgency hits – no more screens.

Village steps away, arm-in-arm, giggling. Push pink shop door, cool air hits like fresh cunt. Bell dings. Dim inside, backroom light pulls us. Two shapes: Chocolate, tall blue-eyed goddess slathered in chocolate, hazelnuts studding tits and mound. Vanilla, petite gousse dipped in black caramel.

Holy fuck! Never seen live cake sluts.

Whisper to Milou: Told ya light clothes. Marie yells from lab: Get dressed!

She’s Paris-Brest queen, cream spirals framing her puckered hole. To Milou: Human éclair for you, strip. Girls caress his hard-on, pack him in split choux pastry, cream-filled, seal with hot chocolate. Head, arms, feet poke out. Love girls wrapping cock, but éclair’s rushy.

My turn. Naked quick, lay in giant tart crust. Raspberries dot my tits, pussy. Golden honey-syrup glaze freezes me languid, bacchante-style. Sticky sweet scent mixes with my wet arousal.

Marie eyes Milou: Not right. Grabs knife, slices near his balls. ‘Chill, or party’s over!’ Tongue out, cuts cock-slot. Digs in, pulls his throbbing dick, licks crumbs off, slurps clean. Steps back, grins.

Line up! Flashbulbs pop for her book. Heat rises, syrup drips down my thighs, pussy throbs. His cologne hits finally – musky, mixed with chocolate melt and girl sweat. Tension coils tight.

The Explosion

Photos done, Chocolate growls: Who’s first? Starving.

Heat liquifies her coat, hazelnuts tumble to slick lips, chocolate drools. Marie laughs: Balls growing! Dives, vacuums nuts, tongue-fucks pussy deep. Chocolate locks eyes on Milou, stalks over, hikes chocolate leg, grinds dripping slit on his exposed cock.

‘Ram me éclair-fast, zap my hole, creamy Jupiter!’ Literary whore. Doggy quick, offers chocolate-petal pussy. He spears in, éclair walls thick, coffee cream spurts with each thrust, splattering us. Ejaculating pastry cock.

Vanilla devours my raspberry-clit, I lounge tart-trapped like a houri, moans bubbling. Marie backs ass up, butter-rimmed rosebud begs. Milou yanks from sticky Chocolate – her hands glued by caramel trick – balls-deep in Marie’s shitter.

Tower rises: Chocolate sucks Marie, ass-plugged by Milou; grabs Vanilla’s thigh, empty cunt craves. I snag rolling pin, ram Vanilla’s ass. She yelps – shock or bliss? Orgy erupts. Slaps, slurps, squelches fill air. Juices, cum, creams gush, bodies glue. Floor crumbs slick as oiled whore-ass. Lost my holes in the frenzy – cock, tongue, pin blurring.

Vanilla erupts: First man today! Lunges Milou’s limp dick, sucks rigid. Lumberjack shove, pins him on crust, impales riding savage. Marie shakes champagne, sprays as Vanilla screams cum. Chocolate pinches clit, I lap overflows, Marie snaps pics.

‘Vanilla’s deflowering!’ Proud, Milou – her pussy inauguration too. My trap, sweet setup.

Shower time. Hose blasts, suds fly, hands scour every crease – cocks, asses, clits foaming. Piled in Marie’s loft bed, I crash. Morning: tangle of limbs, empties, dildos strewn. They fucked on sans moi.

Phone vibrates – his text? Ignore. Adrenaline fades, I’m stranger again. Screens next, swipe for fresh thrill. Gone.