Private Locker Confession: Voodoo Curse in the Steamy Shower with Two Redheads
I crack open my Private Locker, that mental vault where I stash the filthiest secrets. This one’s from the creepy Victorian museum house in Montreal’s west end. Surrounded by shrunken heads, sasquatch stuffies, and Cro-Magnon wax figures staring like pervs. Rain hammers down. Doorbell rings. It’s Aunt Pierrette, 68 but looks 48, soaked red hair plastered, leather jacket hugging her slim frame, big tits straining a red turtleneck. I ogle her chest outright. Slap across my face. Stings hot. Then she grabs me, tongue-fucks my mouth fierce. Her pointy tongue battles mine, wet and wild. Hands clamp her tight ass cheeks through ripped jeans. My cock throbs hard in seconds, even after dumping a load in Tahina’s chocolate pussy hours ago. Voodoo curse? Bullshit then. She grinds her palm over my bulge. ‘You still get stiff fast.’ Her perfume hits like aphrodisiac – monk-made, she says. Laughs about warming up celibate brothers in the Alps. I want her bad. Marie’s upstairs showering. Pierrette bolts up to join her. I watch her ass sway up the stairs littered with skulls and Incan idols. Vertebrae cracks. Dick aches. No holding back now. Desires flood out.
Upstairs later, door locked. Girl time, they giggle. I sulk, watch old Sellers flick. Pass out hard. Wake to coffee and Marie in boy PJs, tits spilling out unbuttoned. Pierrette in long tee, ginger bush peeking, nipples poking. They grope my limp cock. Nothing. Voodoo hits full. No morning wood, no twitch from their heaving breasts or flashed nips. Panic rises. They drag me to the shower. Steam chokes the air. Soap slicks everywhere. Marie strips, heavy white tits bounce, dark bush matted. Pierrette’s freckled rack sways, pink nipples erect. They press against me, soapy hands everywhere. Lips suck my neck, tits mash my chest. Marie drops, tongue laps my soft shaft. Pierrette joins, double blowjob under hot jets. Sloppy, eager. Saliva drips. My dick stretches slack in their mouths, no steel. Pierrette bends, guides my flaccid meat into her wet gash. Warm, gripping folds. Marie shoves my hips, fucking her aunt with my noodle cock. Slips in and out, useless. Pierrette moans anyway, clit grinding. Marie fingers herself, juices mixing suds. They soap each other – fingers plunge pussies, tongues duel tits. Marie slips, we crash in tangle. My nose buried in Pierrette’s soapy cleavage, soft and slick. Her scent, musky. Marie yelps, clutching her aching cunt, black pubes crushed. Pierrette kneels, eats Marie’s slit ravenously. Tongue flicks clit, lips suck labia. Marie bucks, eyes rolling, thighs quake. I watch blank, no stir. Pure voyeur buzz, cock dead.
Unlocking the Vault
We stagger out bruised, defeated. They towel off giggling about Viagra, my doom. Satisfaction? Twisted one. Shared the raw fail – exposed impotence amid perfect tits, wet cunts, desperate licks. Adrenaline of baring it all, even the curse. Locker snaps shut. Light-headed, craving the fix. But damn, the thrill lingers.
