Agathe’s Red Confession: Devoured by Two Hungry Lovers in My Tiny House

My small house in the bourg reeks of earth from work, plants crowding the windows. Heart hammers as I dial Mathias. Voice shakes. ‘Agathe?’ His words hit like fire: ‘I want to fuck you, smell your sweaty cunt.’ Pulse races, thighs slick. He confesses fantasies—my unwashed pussy, armpit stains, piss-soaked panties. Laughter bubbles, nervous, hot. ‘With a friend?’ Car idles outside. Two shadows. Panic surges, jealousy bites. ‘Yes,’ I gasp. Door buzzer screams. Champagne fizzes, bubbles on tongue. Eyes devour my frumpy skirt, stained tee. ‘Show your ass.’ Fingers tremble, fabric slides down. Massive cheeks jiggle free. They groan. Cocks out, hard, veiny. Heat floods my core.

Skin burns under their gaze. T-shirt off, tiny pear tits exposed. No bra, nipples harden in cool air. They stroke furiously, eyes locked on my slab of ass. Hand dives to my bush, fingers slick my folds. Wetness drips. Kneel between them. Mouth waters at musky cocks. Suck Mathias deep, tongue swirling pre-cum. Switch to Hervé—young, thick, bursts salty ropes down my throat. Choke, swallow greedily. Madness. Mathias unloads next, hot spurts coating tongue. Repuscence, but fire rages. They maul my tits, pinch, bite nipples raw. Pain shoots electric to clit. On the coffee table, legs splay. Mathias devours my rank pussy, tongue plunging deep. ‘Smells like bitch in heat.’ Hervé laps clit, flicks merciless. Orgasms rip—body arches, screams tear out. Juices flood their faces.

The Fever Ignites

Bedroom shadows swallow us. Four paws, ass high. Condoms snap on. Mathias rams first, balls slap cheeks. Hervé in mouth, thrusting. Switch. Stretch, fill, pound. Cunts clench, orgasms chain—wave after wave. They pull out, rip condoms. Face my way. Jets splatter cheeks, lips, eyes. Lick clean, savor gluey cocks. Mathias pisses, leaves. Hervé stays, obsessed. Flat on belly, his hands knead ass flesh. Lips kiss cheeks, tongue rims hole. Fingers probe pussy, then tight ring. Lube-slick, he presses in. Burn stretches, pain blooms to bliss. Eyes shut, pretend sleep. ‘Fuck my ass,’ I whisper. He surges, bare cock invades. Grunts echo, hips slam. Seed floods bowels, risky heat. Night blurs—more fucks, sodomies. Dawn fingers wake me, anal again, raw possession.

Skin glows fever-hot, marked by bites, handprints. Ass throbs, cum leaks slow. Heart slows, but echoes pound. Never felt so alive—ugly girl, huge ass claimed. No shame, only hunger sated. Door closes on Hervé, but fire smolders. More coming. Freedom tastes like sweat, seed, danger.