Third-floor landing in Pithiviers. Empty hallway. Cartons stacked high. Heart hammers as I pull Nadette close. Lips crash. Tongues tangle. She melts into me. I sit on the boxes, drag her onto my lap. Hands roam. Bra clips defy me. Tights block my path. I whisper hot in her ear: ‘These clothes cramping you?’ She scans the hall. Stands. Peels off sweater, blouse, bra. Tosses it at me. Kicks off shoes. Hands dive under skirt. Tights and panties slide down. She hands them over, smirking: ‘Better for Monsieur?’ Blood surges. Cock throbs. I spread our coats on cartons. Hoist her legs over shoulders. Dive into her dripping pussy. Lips swollen, slick. Tongue traces slit, flicks clit. She bucks. Juices flood my mouth. Breath ragged. Pulse races in my temples.
She pushes me back. Kneels. Yanks my pants open. Cock springs free. Her mouth engulfs it. Sucks fierce. Balls tighten. I warn her. She doubles down. I explode down her throat. She swallows – rare for her – keeps sucking, kneading balls. Stays hard. Kisses me deep, tasting myself. Kneels on cartons, ass high. I worship cheeks, slit, clit. Thumb probes her tight rosebud. No recoil. Fingers plunge pussy – one, two, three. She grinds back. Pinky joins. Shiver, but she spreads wider. ‘Keep going,’ she rasps. Four fingers deep. Other hand: two in ass. Whole hand vanishes into her cunt. Wrist-deep. She rams back. Fists her own frenzy. I curl thumb in. Full fist. She spasms, ejects me. Climbs me, kisses wild.
The Fever
Eyes my rigid cock. ‘Can’t leave it like this.’ Lies back, knees to shoulders, pussy gaping. I slam in. Idea hits: her ass today. Pull out. Lick clit, rim anus. She yields. Cockhead at her hole. She spreads cheeks. ‘Today’s madness. Let’s try.’ Slides in easy. Balls-deep. No pain. She locks legs around me. Pounding her ass. Glance over: young couple watches. Guy thumbs up – he’s fucking her from behind. Shame spikes lust. I shush them. They grope her tits. Finish quick, slip away. Free now, I flood Nadette’s ass.
Door opens below. Them in robes. ‘Renaud and ValĂ©rie. Come refresh.’ Nadette blushes but follows. Shower. Robes. Tea in salon. She asks what they saw. ‘You eating her pussy. Then full fist. Anal first-time. Insane.’ Nadette confesses it all. Heat builds again.
ValĂ©rie: ‘Never could fist.’ Nadette: ‘Try now. Together.’ Clic-clac unfolds. Robes drop. Bodies bare. Similar builds, hungry eyes. I kneel, devour Nadette’s slit. Renaud mirrors. Cameras out. Photos flash. Fists reform. Nadette rolls around my buried hand to doggy. Guides ValĂ©rie. Kisses her deep – shock. Renaud fists home. ValĂ©rie gasps: ‘Feels like reverse birth.’ They buck.
The Blaze
Switch: asses up. Lube asses. Fingers stretch. Cocks follow. Deep anal pounding. Swap positions. Reverse cowgirl asses. I erupt in Nadette. They capture it all.
Clock strikes 7. Quick cleanup. Grab prints under mat. Friends arrive. Cover story holds. Dinner. Homeward.
Car hums. I list surprises. She explains: lust overrode all. Vengeful kiss on Valérie. Big hands revenge. Skin still tingles. Heart slows. Unforgettable blaze.