In our secluded garden, shielded from prying eyes, I drop my flea market treasure—a massive wooden Quarto board game, 40cm square, pieces pristine. Heart pounding with kid-like glee, I spot Blandine, my plump Flemish blonde, tanning nearly nude. Just a skimpy thong clings to her pale, creamy skin. She lounges on a black beach towel, devouring a detective novel, her heavy melon tits glistening with sunscreen.
I steal heated kisses on her sun-warm lips, then her stiff nipples. She laughs, shoves me off with her book. ‘Let me read!’ Inside, air-conditioned bliss, I clean my prize, log it—247th in my collection. Kids with ex this weekend, house empty. BBQ time: Mexican chops, corn-tomato salad. Shirt off, barefoot in shorts, I grill, mind wandering to Antonia, my sleek Andalusian ex. Fine, classy. Blandine? Curvy, fiery opposite. Thank fuck for her train strike discovery—caught her mid-fuck, pummeled her lover, booted her out. Neighbors spilled her slut list. Divorce fast.
The Fever
Blandine crashed my life, confessed two-year crush from work. Lunch chats, coffee breaks, tech help. Now, she’s mine. Chops done, I serve her cross-legged on the towel. Tits sway, pale against black fabric. Ritual kisses: lips, tit-tips. We devour food, chat nonsense. She bites a pear. ‘What’s that treasure you bragged about?’
‘Quarto! Giant version. Years hunting it.’ I fetch it, unpack on her towel. She fondles a piece, eyes curious. ‘How’s it play?’
‘Wanna?’ Strip-gages usual. She grins, thong barely on. ‘Safe today.’ I explain: tic-tac-toe twist. 16 unique pieces—big/small, dark/light, round/square, solid/hollow. You pick any unused, hand to opponent, they place. Win by lining four matching traits.
Quick games. I win first two. She nails three, four. Her tits dangle, nipples hard, thong molding her smooth near-hairless slit. Concentration? Shot. ‘You’re good.’ Four more: 2-2 tie. ‘You cheat,’ I growl, eyes on her heaving chest, cameltoe.
The Blaze
‘With my body?’ She spots my tented shorts. ‘Your cock’s raging!’
‘You phallic pieces distract too. Like fat dildos.’ Her eyes spark. Grabs big light round. ‘Watch.’ Nail flicks thong aside. Slick pink lips part. She rubs, stares me down. Breath hitches. Piece slides in, vanishes deep. Heart hammers.
I thrust dark round at her. ‘This?’ She flips back, pulls light one out slick, presses dark to asshole. Grunts, forces it. Shoves light back in pussy. Fucks herself frantic. Ass stretches, swallows it whole. She yelps, convulses—orgasm crashes, body quakes.
I pounce. Cock spears her drenched pussy. Piece in ass vibrates with each thrust. She screams, cums again as I flood her.
Afternoon haze. Piece lodged deep in her ass. Every step jolts pleasure waves. She cums hard, repeatedly. I spank her plump cheeks, grind against, tongue her, finger, fuck her senseless. Quarto games? Always end in savage rut.