The heat crushed me. Sweat glued my shirt to my skin. I stripped at the hidden pond, dove in naked. Pure relief. But my backpack vanished. Panic hit. Everything gone—keys, phone, clothes. Heart pounding, I jogged the trail barefoot. Stones sliced my soles. Then her voice: ‘Hey, no need to hide!’ Maryline. Jogging gear hugging her tight body. Black ponytail swinging. She laughed at my nudity, hand over my cock. ‘Come to my mill. Five minutes away.’ We walked. Her eyes devoured me. I felt exposed, pulse racing. She pranked me into bushes—saw everything. ‘I’ve seen cocks before.’ Silence fell. Thunder growled. Rain lashed. We ducked into the crumbling mill. Cécile arrived, tiny, curly red hair, dark skin. They giggled at my plight. Storm raged. No clothes. No escape. They hugged as thunder boomed. Cécile trembled. Maryline’s hands slid down her back, gripped her ass. They kissed hungrily. Tongues battled. Cécile’s top off—full tits mashed against Maryline. My cock twitched. Heart hammered. They ignored my coughs. Maryline stripped Cécile’s shorts. Pale ass flexed. They ground together, fingers probing. Lightning flashed slick skin. Rain drummed. Air thick with ozone, sweat, pussy. I stroked my throbbing dick openly. Pulse thundered in my ears.
Cécile came hard. Maryline’s fingers deep in her slit. She screamed, thighs quaking. They parted, eyes on my rigid cock. ‘Taking liberties?’ Cécile teased. Shame hit, but beer flowed. They pissed casually—Cécile squatting over a bucket, golden stream hissing. Her bush glistened. We ate pasta naked on the table. Wine burned cheap down my throat. Laughter loosened us. Cécile spread wide on the table, pussy lips puffy, clit begging. Maryline whispered: ‘Eat her. Make her cum.’ I dove in. Salty tang of sweat, piss, arousal flooded my mouth. Her thighs clamped my head. Maryline pressed from behind, squeezing my balls hard. Pain spiked pleasure. My tongue plunged her wet hole, circled her clit. Finger in her tight ass. She bucked, moaning. Maryline fingered my hole. Cock ached against wood. Cécile exploded, juices gushing.
The Fever
They flipped me onto the table. Cock skyward, veins pulsing. Maryline gripped balls, stroked shaft. Cécile sucked my head deep, tongue swirling. Finger invaded my ass. Maryline bit nipples. Electricity surged. Heart slammed ribs. Sweat poured. I fought it. ‘Gonna cum!’ Cécile pulled off. Maryline jerked furiously, balls crushed. I erupted. Thick ropes splattered my abs, their hands. Waves wrecked me. Spent, I blacked out.
Woke to dim candle flicker. Alone. Headache throbbed. Note on chest: prank. No kids, fake storm fear. Mill a fuck shack. They watched me swim, stole gear for fun. ‘Adieu.’ Backpack intact. Fury mixed grin. Skin still buzzed, cock twitched at memories. Grabbed note, slipped it in bag. Strode into night, alive, marked.