Park bushes swallow me whole. Magalie’s stolen my cap, lured me here. She’s cross-legged, skirt hiked low, hiding her prize. That black lace mask slips on. Instant Pretty Girl. Not my niece. Just hot ass begging.
She struts the path. Lifts skirt slow. Thighs gleam. White panties peek. String hugs perfect cheeks. Spins, dances. My cock throbs hard. Old couple spots her. Shocked stares. She waves cheeky. ‘Hot afternoon!’ They flee calling her slut.
The Awakening: Bush Trap and Rising Heat
Laughter bubbles. She crashes into my arms. Lips crush mine. Hand gropes my bulge. ‘Yes?’ No words. Just fire. Pants unzip. Cock springs free. She strokes firm, eyes locked. Voices near—Patrick, Carine, Sophie. Family footsteps. Inches away.
Fingers dive under string. She’s soaked. Two digits plunge easy. Vulva clenches wet heat. She drops, sucks deep. Lips glide, tongue swirls. Family chats oblivious. Adrenaline spikes. Forbidden rush. I erupt. She gulps every drop. Chin drips cum. Smiles wicked.
Cock revives fast. She turns, ass up. Four paws in dirt. Pussy glistens. I thrust in. Tight, young grip milks me. Narrow hips buck wild. She gasps, contracts. Orgasms ripple. I flood her deep. Legs shake. Pure animal high.
Mask off. Magalie again. ‘Coming, uncle?’ I’m wrecked, dick out. Stumble free. Joggers—Stéphanie, our mail lady. ‘Hi Bertrand!’ Cock exposed. Panic flip. Stuff it frantic. Giggles trail. Face burns. Exhibitionist label incoming.
The Act: Raw Sucking, Fingering, Pounding Bliss
Rejoin group. Stéphanie chats Sophie, smirks knowing. Laughter stings. Day drags. Silent guilt. Fucked aunt and niece. Life teetering.
Monday dawn. Sophie wakes me sucking. Soft lips, warm mouth. Recent memories—Carine, Magalie—fade. It’s her. Straddle, impale. Wet slide home. Hips grind slow, deep. Speed up. She controls, smashes down. Tits bounce. Arcs, quakes. Cums hard, eyes glazed.
I flip her side. Knee her thigh, doggy sprawl. Pound fierce. Gurgles escape. Selfish thrusts. Explode inside. She clamps, shudders. Perfect start. Push sins aside.
Post office stop. Handwritten note. Stéphanie. Saw my park dick-out. ‘Thrilled. Meet Thursday. With Valérie. Café des Alpages.’ Heart races. Blackmail? Or more? Risk or ruin? Choice looms.