Cold autumn air bites hard. I’m at the small vineyard, picking rotten grapes on icy ground. Back killer, hands numb. Nights packed with us workers—booze, crude jokes, chasing skirts. Alexandra’s the prize, big eyes, flat ass. Me? I end up next to Janine every supper. Tiny, mousy, invisible girl. No competition.
Her ass changes everything. One night, standing up, it sways. Full, plump cheeks on her skinny frame. Perfect pear shape. Wide hips, cushy globes. Alexandra’s? Flat as a board. I jerk off thinking of it later. In the fields, eyes hunt her rear. At dinner, chatting bread passes, my mind’s on burying my cock there.
The Spark Ignites
Last night but one. Liver’s fucked from wine. Sick all day. Skip heavy drinking. After coffee, air out. ‘Wanna walk?’ I ask Janine. Dumb idea. We drift to the winery shed. Massive barrels fermenting wine. Stink of yeast, danger of fumes. I step out for cold breath, return. She’s facing away, bent slight by a barrel.
Her ass. Fuck. Ripe, begging. Heart pounds. Cock twitches. Silence thick. No one around. I slide my hand—big palm on her fleshy cheek. Through jeans. Bold as hell. No slap, no word. Nothing. Passivity fuels me. I cup under, knead deep. Soft, yielding. Dick hardens instant.
‘Stand by the barrel,’ I growl. She does. Hands roam free. Squeeze those pillows. Can’t stop. Yank down joggers, panties. Pale white globes glow. Perfect. Spread ’em. Finger her crack. Tease that tight pucker. She stands still, lets me. Dip spit on finger, push in. Tight ring grips. One finger, then two. Stretch slow. Tongue next—lick rim, wet it sloppy. Her hole winks, ready.
Plunging into Forbidden Heat
‘Bend forward.’ She obeys. Limp like a doll. Fingers pump her ass, three now. Prep her good. Cock out, throbbing. Press head to her ring. Push. Inch by inch, sinks in. Hot, vise grip. No sound from her. I freeze, balls deep. ‘Feel my cock in your ass? Like it?’ Silence. But her hole milks me.
Hand to her pussy—wet mess. Rub clit. She squeaks, cums hard. Body shakes. I thrust. Slow first, then pound. Use her fat ass. Slap flesh. She cums again, deeper. Grips my shaft. I ram frantic. Balls slap. Explode inside—hot ropes flood her guts. Pull out slow. Cum leaks.
We dress quiet. Walk back separate. She waves tiny from girls’ stairs. Me to stinky dorm. Next morn, bolt for doc. Liver screaming. Return days later for pay. Janine’s gone. Yvonne winks sly. ‘She asked your address.’ No luck on hers. Never went back. Too late now. That silent ass-fuck? My dirtiest secret. Thrill lingers. Wish I sodomized her daily.