The dim gallery of the abandoned mine stretched like a secret hallway behind the neighborhood. Gravel crunched softly underfoot. Moonlight filtered through cracks in the entrance rocks, casting shadows on wet earth walls. Everyone in Saint-Amant slept soundly. Houses just uphill. One wrong echo, and lights would flick on. I lay on my thin mattress, cock throbbing from Claire thoughts. Footsteps whispered closer. Faint. Hesitant. Marthe’s cane tapped lightly. My old neighbor witch, sneaking past police patrols. Her silhouette loomed in the faint glow. Eyes gleaming. ‘Olivier?’ Her voice a rasp. I sat up slow. Heart kicked. Risk electrified me. Let her in. Cross that threshold.
She shuffled nearer. Smell of herbs and age hit me. Sat heavy beside me. Glanced at my bulge. ‘Soulage-toi,’ she murmured. Hand slid to my thigh. Fingers bold under flannel. I froze. Neighborhood dogs might bark. Echoes carry. But cock twitched hard. Her wrinkled palm cupped it. Squeezed gentle. Breath hot on my neck. ‘Like old times.’ Memories flashed. Her initiation. My eight-year-old body drugged, used. Now, revenge lust mixed. She unzipped slow. Zipper teeth clicked soft. Too loud? Pulled out my thick shaft. Veins pulsing. Pre-cum slicked the head.
The Contact
Her grip tightened. Skin rough but expert. Stroked base to tip. Slow pumps. Thumb circled glans. I bit lip. Muffled groan escaped. Gravel shifted outside. Wind? Or footsteps? Neighbors asleep, but Pauvert’s cops roamed close. She leaned in. Lips parted. Tongue flicked out. Saliva dripped hot. Took me in mouth. Rêches lips sucked. Tongue swirled. I gripped mattress. Thrust hips slight. Wet slurps echoed faint. Pulled her off rough. ‘No.’ But pleasure built. Waves crashing. She jerked faster. Fist flying. Skin slapped skin, hushed. ‘Jouis for me.’ Eyes locked. Serpent stare. Visions swirled: Claire’s wet pussy, mine to claim. Marthe’s hand blurred. Balls tightened. Ropey cum spurted. Filled the chalice. Thick, acrid spurts. She licked lips. Tasted drop.
Orgasm faded. Rage surged. Pushed her back. Cock softened, pants open. Grabbed pistol from pillow. Click of hammer loud in silence. Her eyes widened. Trembled. ‘Olivier…’ Heart hammered mine. Echoes could betray. Dragged her by arm. She yelped muffled. Blood from shoulder wound—my shot grazed. Gravel scraped her knees. Pulled to entrance. Cool night air rushed in. Neighborhood dark, silent. Dropped her under sapling. Whimpers faded. Slipped back inside. Door rocks scraped soft. Pulse thundered in ears. Footsteps? No one. Secret locked. Claire coming soon. Mine alone.