Alpine massif, August 2000. I climb out of the icy torrent. Naked. Skin prickles under the sun. Water drips from my body. I know every rock here. Shaped them myself. Years blur. Last date I saw: June 1999. Fucked my life away at sixteen. Christophe Picot-Maingault became Picomaingo. City boy mocked in village. Parents’ failed farm. No friends. Girls ignored me. Then Catherine. Blonde. Smiling. Pierced navel taunting. Obsessed. Jerked off nightly imagining tongue in that hole. Hiked with her. Snapped. Grabbed her. She fought. I stopped. Fled. Became ghost. Stole food. Gear. Survived winters. Lonely cock ached for pussy. Porn scraps fueled fantasies.
Two women stumble from brush. Pauline. Forties. Skinny but curvy under clothes. Auburn crop. Glasses. Mini tank top bares pierced navel. Short jeans ride ass cheeks. Hélène. Plumpish. Smiling face. No makeup. Baggy red tee. Bermuda shorts. They’re lost. I stand bare. Cock twitches. Hardens rock-solid at Pauline’s navel glint. Heart hammers. Veins pulse. Sweat beads despite cool air. Ten years no women. They stare. Blush. Giggle nervous.
The Fever
“Naturism?” Pauline quips. Voice shaky. I grunt. “Washing.” Eyes lock on her piercing. Cock throbs visible. Pre-cum beads. They gawk. I confess. The assault. Catherine’s navel broke me. Pauline pales. Matches hers. Panic flickers. But Hélène… eyes glue to my shaft. Calm. Hungry.
She whispers. “Want me to stroke your cock?” Heart explodes. Nod. Pulse races wild. She kneels. Fingers wrap shaft. Soft. Warm. Skin burns electric. Balls tighten under squeeze. Gland leaks. She smears it. Pumps slow. Breath ragged. Cum builds fast. Too long denied.
Pauline watches. Bites lip. Tension coils. Air thick with musk. Sweat slicks us. Urgency claws gut. Possession screams.
Hélène grips tighter. Fist flies. “Gonna cum?” “Yes.” Rope blasts. Thick spurts paint her face. Glasses splatter. She scoops. Licks fingers clean. Tongue laps lenses. Smiles wicked at Pauline. My cock pulses empty. But hunger rages on.
“Kiss my navel?” Hélène lifts shirt. Pale skin. Deep dimple. I dive. Lips press hot flesh. Tongue swirls. Salty. She giggles. Pushes head deeper. Lick frenzy. Chatters nerves alive. Cock surges back. Steel hard.
Pauline hesitates. Then offers hers. Piercing cool on tongue. I lap savage. Heart pounds thunder. She grabs shaft. Strokes furious. Drops clothes. Tank flies. Shorts drop. Naked. Lean body gleams sweat. Sucks me deep. Salty cum coats tongue. She moans. Eyes Hélène.
The Bonfire
Hélène strips. Heavy tits sway. Pauline spits cock. Lunges. Kisses her cum-glazed. Tongues battle sperm slick. I watch. Cock drips.
They drop. Sixty-nine savage. Pussies drip juice. Tongues plunge. Clits sucked hard. Hips buck. Cries echo mountains. My pulse roars. Skin fever-hot.
Hélène cums first. Body quakes. Pauline follows. Scream rips air. Juices flood.
Stream calls. Hélène wades. Pisses golden arc. Mixes current. Pauline joins. Spreads. Jets free. I stare. Cock third rise. They laugh. Wanton.
Night falls. Cabane crude. We eat cans. Talk dreams. Pardon parents. Catherine. Sleep tangled.
Midnight moans wake me. Moonlight. Hélène rides Christophe slow. Tits bounce. Grunts raw. Pauline watches. Fingers pussy.
Dawn. Hélène stays. Coup de foudre. Reintegrate me. Pauline tempted. Joins? Skin still burns. Echoes pulse. Unique blaze. Ashes smolder hot.