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Title: The French Slut’s Anal Debut

In the dimly lit bedroom of a modest Parisian apartment, a young French girl named Sophie reclined seductively on the bed. Her long chestnut hair cascaded over the crumpled white sheets, and her ample curves strained against the confines of her black lace lingerie. Sophie had been quite the little minx lately—skipping classes at the Sorbonne, blowing off her girlfriends’ MMA plans for a night of “personal training” instead. And tonight was going to be the grand finale of her naughty adventures.

Her two men, Pierre and Francis—roommates and college buddies from Milly-la-Forêt—lingered in the doorway. They were not the typical French lovers Sophie had dallied with before. With their thick, auburn hair fallen intoiblementee blue eyes, toned physiques, and rather large… packages (or so she’d heard)… these men were quite the contrast to her previous flings.

Sophie smiled coyly at the handsome duo. “Quելle surprise!” she giggled, eyeing their chiseled chests. “Who knew my two best friends were such naughty boys?”

Pierre smirked and strode forward, his hand already undoing his belt. “Well, ma belle, you’ve been such a good girl… We thought it was time to show you how French men really treat a lady.”

As he spoke, Pierre allowed his trousers to drop, revealing his impressive manhood, thick and ready. Francis followed suit, his own arousal only adding to Sophie’s flustered and aroused state.

She bit her lip, trying not to blush on cue. “A lady, n’est-ce pas? I don’t want to be tender and sweet…I want to be a salope. Your salope.”

The two men exchanged a glance. Sophie’s request had spurred something primal within them. A thirst. A need to dominate and claim this little minx.

Without warning, Pierre pounced, crawling over her as she laid on the bed. His hands deftly unclasped her bra, unveiling her pert breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth as he slid a hand beneath her lace panties, cupping her already wet womanhood.

My G*d, she thought, already squirming with anticipation. They didn’t even warm her up!

As if reading her mind, Francis climbed onto the bed, kissing at Sophie’s throat and neck. His hands kneaded her breasts as Pierre continued his downward journey, snaking his tongue past her navel and along the trail of her thong.

He buries his face between her legs, licking along her folds and lapping at her clit. Sophie groaned, her head tilting back as he pleasured her.

Once she was wet and ready, the two men guided Sophie to her hands and knees, positioned between them. Pierre lay on his back, his thick cock jutting up, while Francis kneeled behind her, holding onto her hips.

“I’ve never,” Sophie gasped out between moans. “I mean, with…two at once…”

Francis chuckled, giving her ass cheek a light slap. “Don’t worry, chéri. Just relax… and take us.”

And so Sophie did. She lowered herself down onto Pierre, shuddering as the thick length of him stretched her tight walls. She paused for a moment, accustoming herself to the sensation of fullness.

Never have I felt so complete. So full. She thought. Suddenly a warm pressure on her backside recalled her to the present. As she took Pierre fully into her warmth, Francis gently pressed his own length against her puckered entrance.

Slowly, bit by bit, he eased himself into her. He stretched her, filled her, in a way that was both painful and pleasurable. It took a moment for Sophie to breathe again.

As they both began to move inside her, Sophie couldn’t help but cry out. Gasps turned to moans, gasps turned to shouts of “Oui!” with every thrust.

The guys picked up speed, plunging into her over and over—Pierre’s cock sliding along her inner walls, Francis’ hips smacking against her ass with every drive.

It was too much for Sophie. The intense fullness, the incredible stretching around two enormous cocks, the double stimulation from every angle… Suddenly, Sophie felt the world split apart as orgasm crashed over her.

She spasmed, walls clenching around their cocks as she came hard, screaming their names. “Ahhn Pi-Christophe! Fuck! Francis! Je…jouis!”

The guys were relentless, fucking her through her peak and right into another. Sophie could only hang on for the ride as more pleasure than she’d ever known surged through her veins.

Finally, after she thought she’d black out from the onslaught of sensations, the guys finished. With one, then two grunts, Francis and Pierre reached their own climax.

Sophie felt waves of heat as her lovers filled her, painting her inside with theirRelease. She collapsed in satisfaction, totally spent and satisfied beyond belief.

As the three ~holé~-tipped lovers recovered curled up in a sweaty tangle of limbs and sticky fluids, Sophie giggled into the warm, salt-flavored skin of her men. This had been her naughtiest adventure yet! All her French nobles, virgins and spankings with sugar daddies paled in comparison to the intense lesbian awakenoing of getting railed by two studs at once.

With…two…at…once, she thought dreamily, reveling in the feel of two cocks still inside her. The way they felt, the way she felt…it was indescribable. Alternating between a tender afterglow and memories from the bestanaldebut, ever, Sophie basked in post-orgasmic bliss, predicting her exit from this scene would be very, very naughty indeed.

“Mmm…next time,” she purred with a mischievous grin, planting a kiss on each of their chins. She wanted to ride Francis while sucking off Pierre…then double reamed again…in the shower…