Remy’s van crunches into the Guillot farmyard. Dust swirls. The old mutt barks, nipping tires. Heat shimmers off the gravel. Michèle stands at the door, jeans tight, tee shirt strained over her massive tits. ‘I Am a Woman’ stretches across her chest. No bra. Her heavy breasts sway free, nipples poking through thin fabric. Belly spills over the waistband, soft flesh bare.
Heart thumps. Rémy grips the wheel, cock twitching. He kills the engine. Steps out. She crushes his hand in greeting. ‘Roseline today, right?’ Her laugh booms. Voice husky. Eyes sparkle with mischief.
The Fever
He grabs the kit. Slips into sterile suit. Preps the straw, loads the syringe. She leads him to the stable. Roseline’s strapped in. He lubes the glove. Slides into her warm vulva. Precise. Pushes through cervix. Injects semen. Five minutes flat.
‘Done.’ He steps back. Admires her udder. ‘Good milker. Balanced teats.’
‘And these?’ Michèle yanks up her shirt. Two enormous tits burst free. Oblong, firm. Huge dark areolas swell. Nipples thick, erect. Heat slams Rémy. Mouth dry. Cock hardens instantly.
He stares. Frozen. She grins. ‘Inspect me. Feel if I’m a good milker.’ Pulse races. He peels off the glove. Hands tremble. Cups them. Hot skin. So firm. Thumbs circle nipples. She giggles, breath quickens.
He leans in. Sucks one. Tongue flicks. Bites gently. Salty sweat. Other hand kneads the twin globe. Cock strains pants. Painful throb. She moans. Shoves his hand down. Unbuttons jeans. No panties. Thick bush. Dripping wet slit. Fingers plunge into heat. Soaked. Pulsing.
‘Come on.’ She grabs his wrist. Pulls him to the house. Past his van. He ditches gear. ‘Mathieu?’ ‘Gone till night.’ Upstairs. Bedroom. She rips his clothes. Hers too. Mountain of flesh sprawls on the bed. Springs groan.
The Blaze
He gawks. Huge tits defy gravity. Round belly hides her pussy, but black curls peek. Thighs thicker than his torso. His skinny frame, stick legs. Cock hangs heavy, semi-hard.
She dives. Mouth engulfs him. Balls cupped. Sucks deep. Tongue rasps frenulum. Gland throbs. Full hardness. Slurps echo. He groans. Nearly cums. Pulls back.
His turn. Pins her. Devours tits. Sucks hard. Bites nipples. She yelps. Spreads legs. Jungle pussy exposed. He dives. Parts lips. Licks. Sucks clit. Juices flood. She bucks. Bed creaks. Thighs clamp his head. Nearly smothers him. Gasps for air. Climbs up. Nipples frame his face. She widens. He thrusts in. Deep. Wet heat grips.
‘Fuck me, pig!’ She claws his ass. He pounds. Grabs tits. Sweat slicks skin. Heart hammers. Rotates hips. Fast. Slow. She squeezes cheeks. Finger probes asshole. He surges. Deeper.
She screams. Body quakes. Bed screams too. He grips flesh. Unloads. Spurts mix with her flood. Convulsions milk him dry.
He collapses. Kneels on floor. She sprawls. Legs splayed. Bush matted with cum. Glossy. Breath rasps. Skin flushed. He stares. Perfect wreck.
‘Done, Michèle.’ Groan answers. He dresses. Smirks. ‘Rammed you good.’ Her voice drifts: ‘Best inseminator.’ Door shuts. Heart still races. Skin burns. Unforgettable blaze.