Deep in the Cévennes foothills, the hunting cabin glows with firelight. Wood crackles. Heat builds fast. I’m Kris, no bra under my thin sweater, nipples hardening from the drive. Mario and Gilbert, two rugged hunters in their sixties, eye me hungrily. Alain, my husband, pushed me here, whispering fantasies of violation. Heart races. Skin flushes.
Gilbert turns from the window. Mario steps out to bait. Alone with Gilbert. His body presses my back. Hands cage my elbows on the sill. Erection grinds my ass through his pants. Pulse thunders in my ears. I don’t pull away. Heat pools low. His palms slide up, cup my tits through fabric. Fingers pinch peaks. Sweat beads on my neck.
The Fever
Sweater parts. Breasts spill free. He kneads roughly. Cock throbs against my lower back. ‘You’ve been teasing since the car, slut,’ he growls. Jeans yanked down with my thong. Bare ass exposed. Fingers probe my slick folds. Clit swells under his thumb. I gasp, arch. Tongue dives in. Licks pussy to asshole. Rim teases, probes. Legs tremble. Orgasm coils tight. Heart hammers. Breath ragged.
He stops. I whimper. ‘Please, don’t leave me like this.’ Cock frees. Slaps my cheeks. Knees bend. Gland nudges lips. Slides deep. Fills me raw. Stretches walls. Hits cervix. I cry out. He thrusts hard. Skin slaps skin. Tits bounce. Urgency consumes. But Mario returns.
The Blaze
Mario grins. ‘My turn, beauty.’ Knows our history. Planned this hunt. Hands my tits to him. Sucks nipple hard. Gilbert pounds steady. Pussy clenches. Mario unzips. Cock out, thick vein pulsing. ‘Suck it.’ Lips part. Gland invades throat. Double stuffed. Gags mix moans. They sync. Gilbert floods pussy. Mario jets down throat. Stars burst. I shatter.
The Blaze
On the couch, naked. They recover fast. Cocks rigid again. Hands stroke them. Veins bulge under fingers. Pride swells—my body does this. Kneel. Suck Gilbert deep. Mario rims ass. Fingers invade holes. Tongue flicks clit. Mario mounts. Cock spears pussy. Full again. Gilbert at backdoor. Gland breaches ring. Inch by inch. Both buried. Walls stretch impossibly. Immobile bliss. Then rhythm. Alternate thrusts. Balls slap. Sweat drips. Tits mauled. Pain-pleasure blurs.
They accelerate. Hammers. Grows thicker. Fills every nerve. ‘Gonna flood you!’ Mario roars. Gilbert echoes. I beg. ‘Fill me! Fuck me raw!’ Climax rips. Cum erupts. Pussy and ass overflow. Waves crash. Collapse.
The Ashes
Sweat-slick bodies entwine. Gentle kisses now. Pastis sipped naked. Laughter echoes. Shower steams. Clean, dressed. Lunch warms. No boar today. Ride home buzzes. Alain hugs tight. Eyes sparkle at my glow. ‘They ravaged you good.’ Complicit wink. Mario leers. Gilbert whispers, ‘Thanks, naughty girl.’ Skin still tingles. Heart slows. Unforgettable fire.