By the pool in my backyard, heat pulses. Tanya and Stella pose sexy, bikinis clinging to sweat-slick skin. Hearts race as they tickle, shirts fly off. Skirts drop. Tiny triangles barely hide shaved pussies. They wrestle, tops slip, tits bounce free. Tanya’s full breasts thrust toward the wall’s crack—Denis spies, cock throbbing unseen. Stella yanks her bottoms. Tanya’s ass cheeks spread, pussy lips glisten for his gaze. Chase turns wild. Stella falls facing the breach, bra gone, thong ripped. Legs part—pink folds flash. Denis jerks furiously behind stone. They kiss deep, fingers dive into wet slits. Tanya bent over, Stella’s digit pumps her cunt loud. Moans echo. Denis hears every slick thrust, every gasp. They shift away, bodies tangle at my feet. Tongues lap clits, hips buck. Orgasms rip—screams deliberate, teasing his audio torment. They rip my suit, mouths devour my cock. I explode silently, but he knows.
Denis begs more. I lure him: come tomorrow, tied up. He arrives. Girls in bikinis lead him to the patio overhang. Hands bound high. Lips meet inches from his face. Hands roam breasts, ties untie. Stella’s tits spill, nipples hard peaks. Places swap—Tanya’s exposed, his shorts tent. Scissors snip his clothes. Boxer sliced—cock springs rigid. They kiss hotter, fingers fuck each other. He strains. Tanya strokes his shaft slow, builds frenzy. He spurts into Stella’s palm. She shoves cum-smeared fingers to his lips. ‘Clean it.’ He resists, then laps his load, sucks digits clean. Tanya wipes residue from his navel—lick. They vanish, moans taunt him half-hour. Return: semi-hard again. Crop taps balls—’Stand up.’ He stiffens. Tits grind him, hand pumps. Second load—straight to his tongue, swallowed eager.
The Fever
Next day, he returns. Feet barred wide. Clothes shredded—’Come nude always.’ Tanya razors pubes. Nip—crop lashes. ‘Maîtresse!’ Front smooth, Stella oils cock, balls. He cums—licks her hands clean, no disgust. Rear: doggy, cheeks spread. Razor tends crack, hole. Oil drips, finger probes ass. Vibrator sucked like cock, then plunged. He bucks, spurts on tiles—licks floor. Crawls poolside, poses degrade. Collar, leash gifted.
Early next: nude, sprinting to shut gate. They straddle belly, kiss, finger through suits. Blindfold on—’Hunt our cunts on all fours.’ Finds Stella, laps bikini, teeth remove it—crop bite. Tongue devours clit, knees clamp head. She cums, collars him proper. Hunts Tanya—teased, finds nude tits first, then dripping pussy. Slow laps build to frantic clit suck. She floods his face; he spurts on her thigh—crop whips ass, cock. Licks feet sorry. Leash attached, paraded, blindfold off at gate.
The Blaze
Thursday: on fours—laisse en bec. Sugar reward. Arms up, chastity cage locks cock tight. Strap-ons bucked, mouths worship plastic. Blind, fucked front-rear. I sneak, swap Tanya—real cock rams ass. He sucks me clean from his hole, balls, tip. I throat-fuck, unload deep. Plug stretched in—’24/7.’
Friday: Sonia sneaks nude, sucks us reluctant. Watches. Denis leashed in. Sonia sees cage, plug—grins. Strap-on her: Tanya guides into his ass. Sonia pounds vengeful. Then he eats her blind—clit found, sucked to explosion. Blindfold off: ‘Your gift, Sonia.’ She grabs leash: ‘I command now.’ Cage key, crop hers. They depart—life transformed.
Skin still burns. Hearts slow. Ultimate thrill: total possession.