The mistral blasted the train platform like a bitch in heat. I hauled my suitcase off the TGV, freezing my balls off waiting for the pokey autorail to Mende. Audrey’s car pulled up sharp. ‘Hey love, you’re just in time.’ We tossed my bag in the trunk, peeled out toward the mas. Family swarmed us—papé, mamé hugging her tight, parents beaming. Quick intros, warmth inside by the fire. André called: bachelor party at Annie’s guinguette. Audrey pouted, ‘No girls allowed.’ I kissed her, ‘Back late.’
Annie’s place reeked of pastis and grilled meat. Forty-something brunette, plump curves, village slut with a smile. She’d popped André’s cherry years back. Booze flowed—whiskey, wine, anise shots. I stuck to juice, designated driver. Midnight, ferried drunks home in waves. Last stop: kitchen noises. Door cracked—Annie bent over the table, massive ass out, dress bunched up. André, wasted, raw-dogging her sloppy cunt. ‘One last fuck before marriage,’ he slurred. She moaned, ‘Tomorrow you’ll pound Corinne.’ He hammered deep, unloaded, collapsed pants-down. She grinned at me, wiped cum dripping thighs. We dressed him, I fireman-carried to the car.
The Layover
Quiet drop at the mas, engine off. Corinne waited, pissed. Upstairs, stripped him—cum-crusted briefs. ‘That bastard fucked Annie again.’ She peeled naked, perfect tits, shaved slit. ‘Fuck me too, last free ride.’ André snored beside us. I stripped, pressed against her heat. Tears on her cheeks; I licked them, kissed soft. Lips parted, tongues danced. My cock hardened in her thigh gap. ‘Love me gentle, first and last outside him.’ She guided me in, wet grip swallowing deep. Slow thrusts, almost ritual. She bucked, ‘Faster now!’ I pounded, she exploded, nails raking. We showered off the sin, parted at 3 AM.
Back at mas, suitcase still unpacked. Dog tripped me. Audrey opened door: ‘Drunk ass.’ I played hammered, staggered upstairs. She tucked me in, stripped me. Soft cock flopped; she smirked. ‘I’ll wake it.’ Nude, she stroked, sucked head, deepthroated balls-deep. Titfucked the shaft. I faked sleep, but throbbed hard. Her mouth fucked like a pussy—tight, slurping. Couldn’t hold; blasted down her throat. First time she swallowed, no spit. Cleaned me with wet cloth, cuddled close.
The Transit
Morning light, house stirring. ‘Drunk dream—you sucked me off.’ She grinned, yanked sheet, blew me awake. Tongue-flicked frenulum, nibbled shaft. I gripped head; she clamped thighs, gulped every drop. Kissed her, tasting my cum. ‘Did it for real last night. You’re cute passed out.’ I flipped her, legs over shoulders. Pussy soaked, bush glistening. Licked folds, clit nibble, three fingers pumping. Thumb circled asshole—taboo zone. She humped wild; thumb slipped in knuckle-deep. ‘Bastard!’ But came screaming, ass clenching my digit.
Showered again, down for coffee. Wedding nailed—newlyweds off to cruise. Audrey charmed folks. Sunday night split: her to Mende, me Paris train. Suitcase zipped, mas keys dropped. That stopover’s raw fucks lingered—urgency of rails ahead.