This is my first story. Thank you for your indulgence. Send comments—who knows, they might coax more tales of Olivier and Estelle.
That morning in our sunlit bedroom, thirst dragged me from bed. Half-asleep, I stumbled to the kitchen. Gulped water. Headed back. Froze at the door. Sunbeams poured through the window, bathing Estelle’s body. She lay on her back, half-draped in thin sheet. One breast, one leg hidden. Her Venus mound exposed, trimmed fuzz peeking. Slow breaths lifted her full tits. Eyes shut. Deep sleep?
The Fever
Desire hit like lightning. Cock twitched, hardened. Dropped to knees beside her. Lips brushed hers—stolen kiss. She didn’t stir. Traced her neck. Skin hot, silky. Kissed down to bare breast. Nipple stiffened under my mouth. Licked it. Her breaths quickened. Faking sleep?
Didn’t care. Kissed her belly. Reached her pubes. That musky scent—intoxicating. Cock strained painfully. One obsession: devour her pussy. Cunnilingus, my ultimate high—watching her shatter from my tongue. Shifted, head between her thighs.
Kisses from knee up inner thighs. Breaths heavier now. Eyes closed, but a smile crept. Thighs parted wide. Invitation. Her lips swelling, clit emerging, slickness glistening. Heart hammered. Dove in. Tongue lashed her folds. Middle finger slid into wet heat, pumping slow.
She sighed deep. Tongue plunged deeper. Then sucked her clit hard, vacuum pull. Pussy flooded. Pubes soaked in her juices. Added second finger. Curled them up, hitting that spot. Hips rocked to my rhythm. Cream dripped over my chin, down her crack to her asshole.
Flash of fantasy. We’d shared dirty talks—positions, kinks. Like when I confessed no-panties dream. Days later, restaurant: her balled thong by my plate. Endured dinner hard. Parking lot: slammed her against car, hiked skirt, fucked standing doggy. Silent explosion.
Emboldened, lubed my left pinky in her nectar. Traced her ass crack. Circled her puckered hole. She lifted hips, spread wider. Moans mixed with pussy licks. Massaged gently. Tongue trailed more juice there. Pushed finger. Sphincter yielded slickly. Held at first knuckle. Two fingers in cunt, tongue on clit, one in ass. Her head thrashed. Pants ragged.
The Ashes
Her body arched. Ass impaled fully on my finger—she drove it deep. Climax building. Fingers flew faster, tongue relentless. Hands gripped my head, crushed me to her blaze. Back bowed. Long wail. Ass clenched my finger in spasms. Orgasm wrecked her. Shocked us both.
Collapsed. Withdrew slow. Head on her belly. Hearts synced, pounding. My cock throbbed untouched, desperate.
“Fuck me,” she whispered, pulling me up.
The Blaze
“On all fours.”
Doggy—her fave. She flowed into it. Long hair cascaded down back. Knelt behind. Pussy gaping, begging. “Come on!” Grabbed my cock, guided it home. Warm wetness engulfed me. Flesh parted tight. Balls-deep, ass to belly. “Oh yesss…”
Savorred the grip. Then thrust. Slow build. She dropped elbows, face to mattress, arms stretched, gripping sheets. Ass high. Vulnerable. Perfect.
Slow withdraw—inch by inch. Paused at tip. Then rammed full force. Body jolted. Slap of flesh. Yelp of bliss. Repeated fifteen times. Out torturously slow, in brutal. Tits swung wild. Cries echoed.
Felt fingers on balls—she reached back, squeezing. Side mirror: her arched, eyes shut, massaging me while I pounded. Savage. Climax surged.
“Gonna cum!”
“Yes, fill me!”
Collapsed together. Fingers laced, stretched forward. Me over her, mouth at nape. Frenzied pumps. Her yelps staccato. Contractions milked me. Roared as spurts flooded her. She shattered again, howling.
Sweat-slick. Still buried deep, legs clamped. She turned, kissed. “Whoa…”
Nod. Slept entwined.