Véronique Squillace rises at dawn. Endless summer heat clings. Black transparent robe hugs her curves. She savors breakfast, flashbacks to burial, Quentin’s naive blackmail. She pitied him, fulfilled his fantasy.
Mid-morning call. Her yesterday’s crush demands his phone. She leaves it on the terrace table. Quentin parks outside, strides up the alley. Grabs it. Checks messages. Glances at bay windows. Board creaks. Memories flood: hands on her music teacher’s breasts, doggy embrace, her climax in divine grip.
The Mutation
From upstairs, transparent-clad, she watches him leave. Steps back. Opens wardrobe. Grabs pillow. Bloodstain marks center. Uncases it. Ties slip to railing.
Two days later, notary clears worries. Her carnal investment with Maître Toulouse secures inheritance. Warns of ‘idiots’ sniffing euros.
Five days on. Week since Jean-Paul left. Freedom tastes sweet. Last private lessons in sexy skirt suit. Quentin ghosts her, spotted with a girl.
Morning. Shutters down, one open. Pillowcase fades on railing.
She jets south. Views properties. Returns. Case gone. Mail: succession path, Omar’s claw on docs. Fingers trace signature. Dreams pull her to park. Finds case at rosebush base. Ties to sundial.
Night falls. Kitchen window wide. Salon slider gaps, curtain dances. High-heel mules click. Transparent kimono tied loose. Past piano stool. Violin in hand. Fingers stroke curves. Bow ready. Eyes shut. Melancholy melody flows. Thighs part, smooth sex bares. Kimono slips, breasts free.
Stops abrupt. Eyes snap open. Violin on thigh. Back straight. Bow to left nipple. Crins rasp. Breath hitches.
Terrace creaks. Adrenaline surges. Eyes lock dark.
Sets violin. Rises half-naked. Advances to glass. Curtain brushes skin. Nothing outside. But does she want to see? Omar fled. Notary counts divorce days. Quentin chases youth. Notary’s idiots prowl.
Steps through curtain. Halts at table.
—Get out! Nothing here for you!
Scans park. Chill grips thighs, bare sex. To railing. Defies garden. Eyes adjust. Sundial empty. Fear mixes thrill. Hands grip rail.
Majestic, provocative, back inside. Locks down. Upstairs.
Bedroom. Foot dims halogen. To nightstand. Bends for lamp. Textile loops neck. Gasps panic. Gloved hand seals mouth.
—Shut up, bitch!
Grabs arm. Yields. Ceiling stare. Kimono parts. Taie tightens. Slams face-down. Chokes, rips it off. Cord binds wrists back.
—Stop! Hurts!
Straddles legs. Yanks hair. Neck bare.
—Quiet, old hag!
Wriggles. Gloves numb fight. Rips kimono top to bottom. Backs off. Goggles ass, cleft. Gloves caress globes. Parts cheeks. Exposes secrets.
—(gleeful) Plenty pleasure without me!
—Big appetite, you know.
—At your age, TV jam demos!
—Fuck off, boy!
Flips 70kg frame. Shoulders strain. Tits arch huge. Areolas shrink terror. Defies shadowed eyes. Hood drops.
Omar’s breath races. Saliva gulps. Slots between thighs. Shoulders wedge. Mouth engulfs swollen vulva. Tongue ravages juicy gash. Eyes close. Arches harder.
—Eat me, bastard!
Pants order. Tongue doubles. Face wrinkles age. Rides edge.
Kneels at shoulders. Cock throbs near face. Pink glans swells. Handless, growls at tool.
Omar glares.
—What’d you do?
Lips seal. Guilt floods eyes.
Slaps tits.
—What, old slut?
Pain-pleasure. Arches orbs.
—I sped fate!
Eyes lock confession.
—He was between us!
—So vicious!?
Eyes rake soaked cunt, fake tits, face.
—Finish act, whore!
Kneels high. Balls to lips. Sucks orbs. Tongue teeth batter. Head rears. Moans.
—Eat, queen!
—How love me?
The Exploit
Frees balls. Lunges glans in.
—Love… wrecking!
Stretches wrinkles. Jaw warps. Ungloves. Traces bound body. Halts belly. Thighs splay vulgar. Breath races.
Pulls out. Rolls side. Frees wrists. Grimaces rub. Hands seize cock. Pumps nights’ tool.
Enjoys. Chest puffs. Punches self.
—Turn!
Grins wide. Obeys. Grips sheets. Doggy. Ass cambers. Eyes temple. Sceptre nears. Forces denied slit slow. Breath chaos. Head drops. Fingers claw shaft.
—All!
Hair yanked. Rage fucks fury. Curses rasp. Body jolts.
Tits weigh down. Face mats.
Jaws clench. Hip caresses. Basins lock. Growls beastly. Erupts deep. Fever thrusts empty. Digs flesh. Slow molds sheath.
Collapses atop. Reunites sweat-slick. Face in blonde locks. Hands frail shoulders.
Thrusts free. Nests thighs. Cum drools scarlet gape. Fingers clit lost flood.
Rises knees.
—Now cum ass-fucked, slut…
Ignores. Fingers rage. Hand stops.
—When I say!
Silence. Breath quickens. Fingers flee. Ass cambers offer. Glides finger rosebud.
Rears doggy. Circles damp sheet. Eyes door.
Kneels tall.
—Spread fat cheeks!
Grunts obeys. Tits flatten. Hands serve crack, bulb. Index braves ring. Vanishes. Twins invade. Minute agony. Sneaks clit. Pain eases. Probes deep.
—Cum ass only!
Eyes door. Husband flash.
—When allowed!
Piston rams ass easy. Whimpers rise.
—No, Véronique! Not yet!
—Please!
—No!
Fingers slow raw nub. Hammer sinks. Free hand begs. Tear eyes door—presence?
—What, Véro?
—Huh?
—Clenching!? (eyes door) Not him!?
Watches. Rhythm resumes. Yields vigor.
—Think him, slut!
—No!
—Cum for him!
Fingers dive cunt. Scream shatters. Slams deep. Joins roar. Beasts howl. Impales. Gasps. Vision blurs. Blacks out.
Flash: Other room. Naked atop dying husband. Frail hands grip firm tits. Smile fades. Pillow drops face. Weak thrash. Coughs blood. Yields.
Slap wakes. Startles. Eyes door empty. Words soothe. Hides crotch.
Midnight. Omar rolls. Fatigue twists face. Kneels sex machine. Pillow grips. Ponders. Floor creaks. Eyes center.
—What?
Locks gaze. Pillow chests. Grins mutual. He turns away.
Epilogue: Addiction ends. Months later, packs south alone. Duty-bound Omar weekends. Finds nearer, younger orgies.