Deep in the forest, behind those hidden rocks, my skin prickles under the June sun. Wednesday tournament done, my tennis skirt clings short, no panties, pussy slick from the stares at the club. Fabien’s whisper in the locker room: keep the skirt, add the sheer white bra. Nipples poke through, transparent tease. Eyes devour me at the bar. One dad’s gaze dips low, catches my wet slit. Heat floods me.
Car ride ignites it. I ride shotgun with Fabien, legs splayed, his fingers graze my dripping folds when safe. Rearview: Agnes strokes Cedric’s cock, his hand buried in her. Moans mix with engine hum. We hit our secret spot—rocks shield us, trees whisper. Agnes and I strip tops, skirts barely covering asses. Tits bounce free, pussies soaked. Boys bulge, promise to fuck us on the path.
The Fever
Giggling, hand in hand, we lead. Hearts hammer. Sudden—two cyclists crest the trail. Hands fly to chests, but tops are gone. We pivot, backs turned, skirts ride up. Fuck it. Face them bold. Smiles wide. They brake hard, jaws drop. Eyes lock on our bare tits, short skirts hinting naked below. We chat weather, forest beauty. They stammer, stare—bulges grow in tight shorts. Agnes stifles laughs. We sway past, asses peeking. They gawk, frozen.
They loop back, slow-roll beside us. We flirt smiles, lift skirts teasing bare cheeks, slick thighs. Pussy juice trails down. Their eyes burn. Complicity sparks—voyeurs hooked. Pulse races, skin flushes hot. Arrival at the nook: towels down, picnic prepped. But desire boils.
Naked now, all four. I drop to knees before Cedric on the rock, swallow his throbbing cock. Tongue swirls, piercing teases his slit. Agnes mirrors on Fabien. We suck deep, throats full, spit dripping. They groan wild, explode down our gulps. Cum hot, thick. Hearts thunder. Bodies gleam sweat.
Post-meal stroll splits us. Fabien and me alone. His massive cock hardens against my belly. Kisses devour. Hand pumps him slow. He sucks tits, bites nipples. Gaze drifts—bikes on path. Our cyclists, shirtless, bottles out, pretending rest. But eyes spy. I whisper. He tenses, then grins. We shift, expose. My smile invites: watch us fuck.
The Blaze
Bend low, engulf Fabien’s huge shaft. Profile perfect for them. Tongue laps veins, suck hard, piercing grinds head. Fingers plunge my gushing pussy. Their stares fuel me—unknown eyes on my slut mouth stuffed. Drip floods thighs, wipe with skirt. Resume, throat-fuck till he nears edge. Pause. More.
Nude now, skirt tossed. Rock perch, legs wide. Fabien dives tongue-first, laps clit savage. I moan loud, caress tits, beam at voyeurs: enjoy. Gaze locks theirs. Then he mounts. Cock splits me wide, thrusts pound. They drop shorts, fists fly on cocks, syncing my cries.
Wrap legs ’round him, impale deep. He lifts, stands me skewered. Turn for view: ass spreads, pussy devours his girth up-down. Slow grind, then slam. Sweat slicks us. Sun beats. Nature watches. Their fists blur. I shatter—orgasm rips, walls clench his pulsing cock. He floods me, grunts primal. They spurt ropes, grins shared.
Pant, drip his cum down thighs. Wave bye, coy smile. Stroll back nude, their eyes trail. Reunite Agnes, Cedric—spill the thrill. Hearts slow, skin still fever-hot. Later romps imagine them lurking. One more peak: bent on tree, Fabien reams me visible. Ass offered to ghosts. Cum again, wild.
Trail out, they pass, thumbs up. Secret sealed. Home later, pizza tab comped—him, the owner. Laughs, eyes spark memory. He rolls forest paths, thinks of me. Wet rush returns. Skin tingles yet. Unforgettable blaze.