Noëmie’s Grave: Sweat-Soaked Tennis Club Confession

Pierres-Fines cemetery. All Saints’ Eve. Moonlight bathes three graves under a coffin-shaped tree. Noëmie U.’s photo gleams amber. Eighteen. Blonde. Tanned skin. Killer curves. Heart pounds. Memories flood. Her murder. Poisoned by fiancé after she spilled our humiliation plot. But first… the club.

Tennis Pierres-Fines Club. Closing time. Quarter past. Nets stowed perfect. She strides in. Men’s black three-piece suit. White shirt. Gray tie. High heels clicking. Deadly.

The Fever Ignites

‘Not on clay!’ I snap, pointing at her shoes.

‘No beating needed,’ she volleys, smirking.

Bar. Nartimi red. Her sea-green eyes sparkle. Wants lessons. Brother’s amateur spark. Second glass. Promise sealed. My cock strains shorts. She strokes my watch.

‘Time matters in a match?’

‘Counterweight. Reads secrets.’

‘You lie!’

‘No bra. No panties.’

‘Wrong! I wear both!’

Tap watch. ‘Lagging ten minutes.’

She laughs. Fiancé coming soon. Regret in voice. ‘All consumed. Short court, long game.’

Blaze of Forbidden Ecstasy

Showers. Empty. Strip naked. She devours me. Eyes burn. Imitates. Heels off. I grab one. Hot. Thrust cock in. Gland squeezes toe-end. Balls pinch heel. Tanned nylon feet flash. Stroke hard. Heart races. Skin heats.

She unbuttons shirt. Tie stays. Pants drop. One stocking off. Leg shadows dance. One breast bare. Nipple hard as my rod. Hand dives crotch. Wet spot blooms on string. Rips it. Shaved. Lips glisten.

The Blaze erupts. Grunt rips throat. Cum jets shoe. She lunges. Sucks remnants. Tongue swirls. Tries revival. I soften. Piss slow. Gentle stream. She gulps. Earthy. Last drops shoe. Gurgles. Smiles. Eyes darken at limp cock.

Lays back. Feet grip. Soft soles. Silky nylon. Revives steel. Plunge her flood. She writhes. Twists tits. Saints invoked. ‘Must! Fuck!’ Humps wild. Finger probes ass. Vengeful. Claims drain. Thrashs. Foam stains. Vagina screams. ‘Mama!’ Howls echo.

Noise kills vibe. Silence craves. Pump harder. Balls empty. Syrup floods her.

Pants recover. Straw in pussy. Suck mix. Spit glass. Shoe cum-pee joins. Clean cock in her mouth. Vespasienne.

Bar. Fiancé bursts. Blond prick. Grabs her. Tongue-fucks mouth. Our cocktail. ‘Special taste?’

‘Milk-shake. Tennis special. Try?’

Mix finale. Scato-sweat-piss-cum brew. He sips. Expertises. Eyes lock ours. He misses.

Her tomb photo winks. Skin still burns. Unique blaze. Ashes smolder. Heart slows. But pulse remembers. Total. Devouring. Dangerous.