I pedaled up to that massive 19th-century house late morning, heart pounding. Florient, my quiet uni buddy, rarely invited anyone. His mom? Complicated history—dad fucked the babysitter right under his nose as a kid. She blamed him. Emotional blackmail kept him chained.
Door swings open. Her scent hits first—musky, intoxicating perfume. Tall, sleek in satin robe slit to thigh, pale legs gleaming. Smiles warmly, ass swaying as she leads me upstairs. Fuck, I want her already.
The Awakening
Dinner that night, she’s colder. Mystery pulls me in. Jerk off later, dreaming of her. Wake in night—wet heat on my thighs. Not piss. Her smell everywhere. Hair brushes my skin. Her hot mouth engulfs my cock, slow, deep. Tongue swirls my head. Sweat from her armpit—salty, spicy. I finger it, taste her arousal. She sucks harder. I explode down her throat. Cleans me like a cat. Gone in a flash.
Morning kitchen. Riding breeches hug nothing sexy. Ignores me. Cold blue eyes: “I ride alone.” Glimpse freckled cleavage. Ache builds all day on horseback, scanning for her.
Two weeks later, her call: “Florient’s away. Come sleep over. Hate being alone.”
Her tits spill from blazer. Coffee served, she snaps at my ‘I love you.’ Storms off, returns calm. Untucks blouse. Massive pear-shaped breasts, dark nipples hard. Legs spread, sheer panties soaked, bush dark underneath. Garters, heels. “Eat my pussy later. No touching tits tonight.”
Dark bedroom. Face under skirt. Rip panties. Pussy reeks—cum, sweat, piss. Tongue her slit, clit, asshole. She grinds, squirts piss in my mouth. “Sorry.” Then rides my face to orgasm.
The Raw Act
Dinner intimate. She strips slow—garters, stockings, heels. Caresses my chest. I suck tits next morning, fresh-shaved pussy. Nipples like African nuts. Fucks me wild, tits slapping.
Horseback: she rides bareback, pussy on stallion. Juices on its flank—I lick. She mounts me reverse, ass up. Fingers her shithole while pounding her cunt. Cums screaming.
Saturday night, satin shorts mold cameltoe, asscrack. Rides me slow, cums.
Lake Sunday: swimsuit under gown. Fingers ass underwater. Grass fuck—rip suit, fist her pussy, ass-fuck in wedding dress fantasy. Hunters watch. Run home, cum dripping thighs.
Florient confesses: she’s fucked half the class. Ritual to free him. I’m just another cock. Stings, but frees me. She initiated me to filthy bliss. Obsession lingers, but I’m out.