The meadow by the pond hummed with summer heat. I clutched my bunny tight, his soft fur brushing my bare chest under my blouse. No cage for him. He’d sleep in my room, despite Mom’s threats of the Bon-Pasteur reform school. Those nuns scared her more than me. I was Magali back then, innocent but burning inside. Virgin capital, they called it. But nature demanded more.
I’d bought the collar and leash myself, earning wages as a hairdresser apprentice. Parents forbade a mate—too many babies. So, out here, maybe a wild doe would tempt him. Heart pounding, I set him down. He nibbled clover. Then Pierre appeared. Brother’s friend. Tall, short-clad, shirt open. Fishing rod in hand.
The Awakening: Tension Builds by the Pond
“Bonjour, Magali.” His smile hit like a spark. We kissed cheeks. He suggested tying the bunny. Jokes flew. He fished a carp fast, mocking our bunny’s marriage chances. Bargained kisses for mercy on the fish. Cheek first. Then mouth. His arms crushed me. Hard bulge pressed my belly. Wetness soaked my panties. Forbidden. Thrilling.
He swore love. Hands roamed. Lifted my blouse, unhooked bra. Nipples hardened under his tongue. Fingers teased blond curls below. I grabbed his shorts. Felt the heat. “I want you,” he growled. “Ring first,” I gasped. But his touch… electric. Bunny chewed free, bolted to pines. We chased, half-dressed. Breasts bounced free. Pulse raced. This was it—the plunge.
Pines swallowed us. No bunny. Chest heaved against his. He stripped my skirt, petticoat. Just white cotton panties. Tongue on tits. Fingers parted slick folds. Clit throbbed. Panties yanked down. Legs spread wide. His mouth devoured my pussy. Wet slurps. Tongue flicked deep. Juices flowed. I moaned, hips bucked.
The Act: Wild Surrender in the Pine Woods
His shorts dropped. Cock sprang out—thick, veined, head glistening. Skin peeled back. I kissed it. Salty. Alive. He shifted. Sixty-nine. I sucked greedy. Tongue probed his slit. He lapped harder. Balls tight. My thighs quivered. Build-up exploded. He pulled out, spurted hot ropes on chin, tits, lips. I shattered, pussy clenching air. Waves crashed.
Chemise wiped cum off. Clock struck five. Dressed hasty. He pocketed my panties. Thief. Walked ahead. No one at pond. Bra, blouse reclaimed. Bunny gone forever? Pierre left tomorrow. No ring. Just this ache—sweet, dirty secret.
Nude under short skirt homeward, nipples rubbed fabric raw. Juices trickled thighs. Society’s eyes blind here. I dared. Touched fire. Virgin still, but awakened. Bunny free, me too. Obsession sealed. No regrets. Only crave more shadows.