Poolside Surrender: Aunt Kris Devoured by Nephew and Interns

Sun beats down on the terrace. Our breasts bare, glistening. Three boys freeze, eyes devouring us. Hearts pound. Florent grins, ‘Divine apparition.’ We laugh, dive into the pool. Cool water shocks hot skin. They strip, join the chaos. Bodies splash, brush. Tension coils tight. Florent surfaces, bulge obvious. ‘I’d violate you both, auntie.’ Pulse races. We climb out, lounge. His wet shorts strain over thick cock. Amélie’s gaze locks on it too. Kitchen run. Her ass sways ahead. His hands grip my hips from behind. Breath scalds my neck. Lips graze skin. Fingers claim breasts. Amélie turns, smirks. ‘Satyre.’ She kisses me fierce. Nipples clash. His hands crush us together. I grab his rigid shaft, knead her ass. Couch swallows us. Mind blanks. Amélie kneels, unties my bikini. Tongue lashes clit, fingers plunge. Florent feeds me his cock. Huge, throbbing. I suck, gag, twist under them. Orgasm rips me.

He yanks free, mounts Amélie doggy. She screams, ‘He’s tearing me!’ I urge her on, pinch nipples, rub her clit over his pistoning shaft. She shatters. He pulls out, steel-hard. Bedroom now. Baie vitrée open to pool. Amélie pushes me down. Lips devour tits. His finger invades pussy. She sucks his plum-sized glans, deep as she dares. Guides him to me. Gland teases entrance. One brutal thrust. I scream. Fills me utterly, batters cervix. He pounds relentless. Skin slaps. Amélie torments breasts. ‘Feel him explode inside.’ I beg faster. Eyes lock. He roars, floods me. Blackout.

The Fever Rises

Amélie caresses me awake. Shower together. Water cascades, hands explore. Dinner buzzes innocent. Coffee. David flirts. They admit spying. François pins shoulders. David kneels, parts robe. Tongue invades. Florent claims tits. François offers cock. I devour it, throat-fuck myself. David’s mouth owns clit. I cum, he paints face and breasts. David rises, monstrous girth. Legs hoisted. Inch by inch, stretches me impossible. Pain-pleasure fusion. He flips, impales me riding. Tongue rims ass. Then pressure. François breaches backdoor. Double stuffed. Florent forces mouth. Amélie masturbates, cheers. They ravage. Waves crash. Cum erupts everywhere—belly, ass, throat. I dissolve.

They carry me to shower. Cool streams soothe burning skin. Champagne toasts laughter. Bed later. Alain? He’ll rejoice in my filth.