The sun’s caress warms our late morning in this secluded alpine clearing, part of a billionaire’s private estate. Crisp mountain air mixes with the scent of wild pines. Patrick and Franck flank me on a cashmere blanket, overlooking jagged peaks from 8,000 feet. No peasants in sight. Just us, the elite.
‘You feel this peace?’ I murmur, pulling them close. I crave heat. Patrick’s body presses my back, Franck envelops us. Their warmth chases the blues. Fleeting moments like this demand savoring.
The Privilege
‘Too sensitive,’ Franck whispers, kissing my hair. ‘We compensate together.’ Patrick’s thick cock strains through denim against my ass—first fabric barrier tonight. I grip it, snake-like. Franck grinds his bulge into mine. Mode sex engages.
Patrick unbuttons my silk shirt, stroking his beast in my fist. He growls plans to wreck me. Franck drops, yanks my trousers. Face buries in my balls, inhaling, licking, sucking skin. Kneads my cheeks. Patrick slides down, teeth nibbling my crack like forbidden fruit. Tongue probes my hole.
I arch. Franck swallows my growing 19cm, tongue circling foreskin. Patrick’s lips seal my anus, tongue darting in. Hands on their heads, I chant bliss. Tongue rapes my ass, willing. Cock pistons Franck’s wet heat.
Pants off, legs spread. Patrick’s ass-devourer supreme—no lube needed. Basin impales on his tongue, thrusts shove me into Franck’s throat. Balls massaged, sucked, tugged. Two fingers spiral-fuck me.
Legs lock. Cum boils. Prostate erupts in spurts, incoherent moans. Sphincter crushes fingers. They milk me dry, ease descent. Now supine under crystal sky. Franck kneels, slurps Patrick’s monster, jerking heavy sack.
Weightless post-orgasm. ‘You suck divine,’ Patrick says. ‘We both adore.’ Hunger stirs—’call of the ass.’ I grab Franck’s cock, flashback to its night’s blast.
The Excess
‘Payback time.’ Patrick lifts legs, saliva-slick knob breaches. Fifteen hours primed me—ass sucks cock. Two-thirds in, waves hit. Franck feeds me pre-cum drops.
Stuffed, they fill Danièle’s void. But swap: doggy for Franck’s depth, balls slapping. ‘Fuck deep!’ Patrick throat-fucks. Sensations differ—unique pistons.
‘Cum in me!’ Franck pulls out, spits, slams. Pounds, balls smacking. Patrick waits. Franck grips shoulders, erupts deep. Mind fogs on his load. Withdraws— gaping hole. Patrick’s turn. Fills, blasts ropes, collapses.
Exhausted. Head on Franck’s thigh, suck softening glans. Ass stars-and-semen filled. Flashback to Hervé’s godemiché prep, raw fucks, morning stealth entry.
Franck fingers hair. ‘Sex beast.’ Lips release cock. ‘Gorgeous dick.’ Sunbaths ass. Wine toasts entente. Picnic devoured—foie gras, vintage Bordeaux. Torrent plunge cleans cum-trail legs. Ice cocks revived by promise.
Siesta under leaves, torrent roar. Wake light. Ass twitches. ‘Dessert blowjobs.’ Kneeling, alternate throats. Balls mashed, glands teased. Swallow Patrick’s thick load, Franck’s jets in ear then mouth.
Cleaned, sprawled. Satisfied, elite secret sealed in mountain hush.
