Sexodrome Deflowering: My Raw Confession of Lola’s First Blaze

The Sexodrome throbs. Air thick with sweat and circuits humming. I sit front row, cock straining against my suit. Lola enters, shaved smooth, nipples peaked from the bathers’ pinches. Her eyes blindfolded now, body strapped to the plint—knees wide, arms yanked high. Electrodes on her tits feed the orgasmometer. Her clit gleams, pussy lips parted inches from the cushion. My zipper rips down. Cock springs free, veins pulsing. Heat floods my groin.

Girls kneel in rows. Six virgins, ripe at seventeen. Suckers clamp Lola’s nipples. Latex grips, zaps light shocks—suction, pinch. She arches back, mouth slack. Orgasmometer flickers green. Music pulses, soft insistent beat. Plint whirs. Clitophile rises—round bulb kisses her swollen nub. Vibrates feather-light. Lola bucks, hips grinding air. Can’t reach it fully, straps bite. Sighs deepen. My hand twitches on shaft. Hold back. Neighbors stroke already.

The Fever Ignites

Vibro emerges. Fat artificial glans nudges her slit. Two centimeters in, hums alive. She strains down, desperate. Anus next—smaller head presses rosebud. Serious now. Everywhere stimulated. Nipple suckers tighten, precise squeeze. Heart hammers in my chest. Pre-cum beads. Girls whimper. Redhead squeals soft. Lola’s meter climbs yellow. I grip base, squeeze hard. Fever boils. Skin burns. Urgency claws.

Plints piston. Glans vaginal thrusts slow, deeper. Anal follows rhythm. Lola impales herself, clit chasing vibe. ‘Ooooh yes,’ she moans. Bassin drops, takes both shafts. Grimace fades to bliss. Full now—pussy stretched, ass filled. Meter redlines edge. Suckers pinch fiercer. She demands. Voices rise: more pressure, something to suck. Man from crowd feeds cock to one. She gulps. I wait, blue-balled.

Blaze of Total Surrender

Lola calls my name. Clitophile off. I dive between thighs. Tongue lashes her clit—slow laps, then frenzy. Juices flood, tangy fire. She grinds my face, shafts pistoning her holes. Groans animal. Body quakes. Orgasms rip through girls. Redhead spanked red. Blonde whispered filth: ‘Slut, crave cocks in cunt and ass.’ Suction guy erupts—cum ropes across face, tits.

Blaze consumes. Lola trembles violent. ‘Fuck, yes!’ Spasms wrench her. Pussy gushes nectar. I lap savage, own cock erupts in fist—hot spurts on floor. Meter maxes red. Sweat slicks her. All girls shatter, screams echo. Success. Unstrap. But they crave more. Won’t leave.

Ashes smolder. Bodies limp, skin fever-hot. Lola’s eyes meet mine, glazed hunger. Crowd surges. I claim her first—cock slides her soaked pussy, no resistance. Others pair off. Redhead bends for spanking cock. Blonde takes double. Rhythms rebuild. Hearts still race. Cum mixes sweat. We fuck raw, endless. Danger lingers—control lost forever. Unique burn scars soul. Pleasure total, devouring.