Provence gîte. May sun dips. Isolated haven. Dirt path snakes in. Trees hide three-story stone. Back: vast green carpet. Pool gleams rectangular, California huge. Five hetero buds circle. Sasha, charismatically burly. Diego, short intense Iberian. Daniel, smiling ally. Virgile, angular artist. Mathieu, film snob with spankable ass.
I’m Lena. Lawyer by day. Courtroom slayer. Marrying my wife soon. Two years bliss. No hetero mimicry. Bachelorette? Archaic bullshit. Told everyone. Gays got it. Straights plotted.
The Mutation
Friday apero outdoors. Mild air. Saturday brunch explodes beers. Sip slow. 4 PM. Buzzed sharp. Masks slip. Alcohol ignites. Day heroine fades. Night beast stirs. Heart races. Adrenaline pulses like city streets. I crave control. Power throbs between legs.
Virgile claps hard. ‘Showtime!’ They drag lounger to grass heart. Push me down. Ten meters out. Grins feral. Excited. Phone blasts YMCA. Instant recog. Disco thumps.
‘You mocking me?’ I yell. Laugh cracks. They flail. No rhythm. Arms spell Y-M-C-A. Pure cliché.
T-shirts soar. Shoes kick. Shorts drop. Strings cling. Bulges grow. Rainbow parade.
They swarm. Sasha grinds ass on my lap. Heat sears. Virgile grips head. Face smooshes tented pouch. Cock tip peeks. Smooth balls tease.
Mathieu cambers. String flosses crack. Few hairs. My fantasy ass. Diego lurks. Eyes burn. Daniel rolls hips flawless. Package dangles bite-close.
I soak thong-less. Clit swells. Power floods. These straights. My toys now.
Music dies. Giggles fake. Sasha grins. ‘Colors?’
Red Sasha. Blue Diego. Green Daniel. Yellow Mathieu. Purple Virgile. Towel flag waves. ‘Orange mine?’
He tosses Casimir bright. ‘Wear it.’ Chant rises.
I rise. Strip bare. Tits firm. Pussy lips slick. Nipples diamond. Slide orange string. Perfect fit. They gawk. Cocks twitch.
‘Time to serve.’ Lounger back. Stroke mound. Flip. Arch smooth ass. String snaps pucker. Tease rim. Dip finger. Wet.
Groans erupt. Legs splay wide. ‘Closer.’
Virgile snaps shots. Daniel: ‘Finger deep.’ I obey self. One knuckle. Two. Stretch burns sweet.
Sasha kneels. Spits glob. Heineken bottle gleams. Thick neck prods ring. ‘Shove.’ He thrusts. Glass invades cold. Rigid fill. I gasp. Hips buck. ‘Deeper. Fuck me right.’ Waves crash.
‘Next.’ Daniel swaps. Eyes lock. Perverse smile. Yanks string aside. Fingers dive pussy. Clit circles. Bottle pumps sync. Bliss overload.
Mathieu taps base. Vibes shudder core. Insane quiver.
The Exploit
Virgile giggles wild. Humiliates. Fuels fire.
Diego savage. Rams brutal. Bestial revenge. Hole yields. Love the rage.
Sasha roars: ‘Line up! Bless bride!’
Strings shed. Cocks spring. Thick. Curved. Veins rage. Balls heavy.
Sasha towers head. Daniel face. Mathieu mound. Virgile right foot. Diego left.
Fists fly. Grunts guttural.
Jets launch. Sasha ropes hair. Sticky webs.
Daniel forehead blasts. Seven pulses drip cheeks.
Mathieu floods pussy. Clit coated. Pubes glue.
Diego soaks right sole. Virgile left. Hot spurts.
Virgile: ‘Legs high. Grip knees.’ Bottle wedges firm.
Photo flash. Cluster tight. Sasha foot shoulders. Yoga flex dominates.
‘Cum queen!’ Chant pounds.
Scoop Mathieu load. Lube slick. Fingers plunge pussy. Bottle grinds ass. Clit frigs furious.
Orgasm detonates. Body quakes. Scream rips. Applause thunders.
6 PM. Time vanished. Secret heroine peaks.
Shower sluices cum. Traces linger. Taste power. Back to suits. Wife waits. This burns inside. Stronger. Unbreakable. No one suspects. My edge sharpens all.