Slouched in the battered leather armchair on the creaky wooden terrace. My rented chalet hugs the edge of a glassy lake, lost in the Double forest’s endless green maze. Périgord paradise. Thousands of ponds teem with wild ducks, herons, croaking frogs. Sun hammers down. Libellules dart low, fucking mid-air over the mirror water. Moorhen fusses in reeds, nesting. Heat haze thickens. Torpor pulls me under. Siesta whispers sweet.
“Please, help us.”
The Awakening
Voice yanks me awake. Eyes fly open. Heart slams. Fuck!
Two bombshell blondes loom on the planks. Twins? Green vinyl catsuits gleam like wet frog skin, molding every curve. Cascading hair frames perfect faces. Tits bulge round, nipples stab the shiny sheath. Flat abs. Toned thighs. Cameltoe bulges fat, slit traced sharp.
“We need a man. Vital.”
Brain scrambles. “Car broke? Lost? Thirsty?”
“Just a man, stud.”
No roads nearby. Miles to nowhere. Mushroom hunters? Bullshit.
“Don’t gawk! We ugly? We’ll fire up that lazy cock. Sit tight.”
They lock arms. Hands slide slow. Pinch tits. Squeeze asses. Fingers dip thighs. Tongues clash deep, sloppy. Vinyl sweats, fogs misty.
Dick surges. Tent poles pants. Instant hard-on throbs.
The Raw Act
Perfect sync. Back zippers hiss down. Shoulders bare. Tits swing free, pale orbs. Arms out. Vinyl sucks off hips with wet pops. Peel past knees. Step clear. Naked glory. Skin milky white, sun-virgin. Bald smooth—no hair on pussies, pits, nowhere. Lips still fused.
They grind moments more. Sure of my raging bulge. Stalk forward. Pussies drip shine.
“Ready to worship? Drink our juice first. Which cunt?”
No words. First straddles wide. Thighs clamp chair arms. Cunt hovers breath-close. Fingers splay lips. Pink gash pulses. Lips brush. Velvet heat. Elastic yield. Nectar beads: damp woods, pepper bite, salty iodine tang.
Hands clamp plump ass. Smash mouth to slit. Tongue spears deep. Hole clenches greedy. Lick up folds. Lips snag clit—tiny cock swells. She arches. Ass cheeks harden under grip. Fingers tangle hair, grind face in. Nose buried. Tongue drills frantic. Flood hits. Thick girl-cum fills mouth, sweet-sour.
Moans rise. Hips buck wild. “I croak… gonna cum!”
Body convulses. Squirt blasts throat. Honey nectar drowns me. Legs quake.
She slides off. Gasp air, lips slick.
Twin two seals in. Mirror cunt. Twist: seafood brine, cinnamon heat, lime zing. Tongue ravages same. Clit throbs. Juices gush creamier. “Croak… so good!” Squirts pulse. Swallow load.
They stand. Cunts gleam sticky. Labia puffy.