I’m seething as I slip into the Bentley’s buttery leather seat. June sun blazes. Perfect Saturday wasted chauffeuring two prodigies to an away match. My own boy’s fevered in bed. Elite youth academy demands it—every two months, patrons like me drive the squad. No backups today.
The road winds under leafy canopies. Curves demand focus. Frederic and Christophe chatter behind. Quick glance: Frederic, 18, blond giant at 6’2″, 154lbs, lean machine. Nicknamed ‘the fat one’ ironically. Christophe, freckled redhead, same age, sculpted abs. Regional stars, bodies honed razor-sharp.
The Privilege
Legs catch Frederic’s eye. My light dress hikes up thighs, cleavage spills from low neckline. Sun-kissed tan glows amber. His stare hits animal hunger. Virgin territory for these boys? My pulse quickens. Leather clings damp skin. Air con whispers cool over nipples hardening.
Match ends. I skip the pitch—football bores me. Lounge in VIP shaded nook, bronze under rays. Drowse off.
Parent wakes me. Boys linger in lockers. Worry nips. Private suite: marble, steam showers for elites. Peek in: they’re horsing under jets, kids at heart.
Frédéric startles. Bucket douses me head to toe. Dress plasters sheer. Curves outlined raw. Their cocks spring rigid, veined shafts throbbing. 18yo steel.
Frédéric nears, apologetic. ‘Let it dry in sun.’ Zipper rasps down. Dress pools at feet. I step out nude but for lingerie. Boys freeze, eyes devouring. I bend—tits sway for Christophe, ass cheeks part for Frédéric.
They close in. Naked athletes flank me. Frédéric’s cock nudges ass crack. Hands rip bra. Massive tits bounce free. Christophe mauls roughly. Frédéric’s lips scorch neck. Willpower melts. At 36, married, I’m their prey. Thrilling.
The Excess
Fingers invade thong, tangle pubes. Thong yanked. Bent over Christophe. Frédéric rams in—deep, savage. Cums instant, hot jets flooding womb. Frustrated ache. Christophe thrusts cock to lips. Grip shaft, stroke slow. He erupts fast, seed coats throat.
Shower beckons. Hot cascades wash sin. Four hands soap tits, ass, slit. Kneel. Suck alternately. Tongues swirl glans, balls cupped. Christophe lies floor. Impale slow, control pace. Orgasms builds watching Frédéric voyeur. Christophe pinches tits bouncing. Frédéric feeds cock. Swallow his load as pussy clenches second peak on Christophe’s piston. Cum gushes deep.
Dressing room. Boys toss my lingerie like toys. Dress on bare. Christophe grabs face—first kiss, tongues duel freckled youth. Frédéric nibbles neck from back. Swap spit, hands roam. Zipper dips, tits freed. Fingers plunge cunt, ignite fire. Cock pokes ass.
Christophe lifts, lays me on gear table. Strips. Penetrates languid. Legs lock waist, heels dig. Pounds merciless. Climax shatters—brutal waves. Pulls out, slams back. Teases edge, tags Frédéric. Swap fills seamless. Relentless pistons. Orgasms chain, mind blanks in bliss.
Drive home. Sinuous roads. Christophe from back gropes tits—no bra. Nipples pinched electric. Frédéric fingers clit, three digits stretch soaked folds. Thighs splay. Climax grips wheel—eyes shut, bite lip silent scream.
Gendarmerie finds wreck at 8pm. Bentley crushed into oak off-road. Doors agape. Two bodies strewn lifeless. Third curled rear seat.
