Sun beats down on Stéphane’s terrace. Pool sparkles, ten by fifteen meters of blue temptation. High wall surrounds us, three meters tall. Hides us from the village. But wind whispers through leaves. What if someone peeks? Heart races already. No panties under my flowery dress. Camille’s tight shorts hug her bare ass. We strip fast. Fabric whispers off skin. Naked now. All of us. Alain climbs from the pool, dripping. Cock shaved smooth, thick even soft. Eyes widen. Boys follow. Stéphane grabs tools. Scissors snip. Razors gleam.
Camille lies on the air mattress. Legs part slow. Splash from hose. Cold water hits her bush. She gasps soft. Foam spreads. Fingers glide over her mound, lips. Careful strokes. Razor scrapes faint. Poils fall. Boys lift her legs high. Ass up. Anus exposed. More foam. Scrape around her hole. Rinse. Smooth as silk. Her pussy lips peek, inner pink glistening. My turn. Less hair. Blonde fuzz gone quick. Fingers tense her skin. Razor whispers. Now my thick outer lips seal tight, apricot plump. No slit visible. Boys stare. Cocks twitch.
The Contact
We pose. Freshly bare. Stéphane grins. ‘Like being watched?’ Fuck yes. He tabs Pierre in Paris. Video call buzzes. Show off our smooth cunts. Pierre’s jaw drops. MMS yesterday’s cumshots fly. He drops pants. Fat hairy cock springs free. We clap hushed. He logs off, hungry.
Boys next. Benjamin’s bush thick. Snip snip. Ice cubes clink. I rub his loose balls. Skin tightens. Razor glides. We hold legs, spread cheeks. His asshole bare. David’s turn. We wield razor. Hold his hard cock aside. Careful. Balls iced. Scrape clean. All smooth now. Cocks look bigger, veins pop.
Alain nods. ‘Taste their fresh slits.’ Boys kneel. Tongues out. Lick outer lips first. Wet smacks. Part us wide. Tongue dives in. Circles clit hood. Sucks soft. I moan low. Pool water laps edge. Wind rustles fence. Neighbors asleep? Or listening?
The Indiscretion
‘Two on Marion.’ Benjamin front, laps my pussy. David rims my ass. Tongue probes hole. New fire. Sideways on mattress. Creak under us. Switch. David’s mouth floods with my squirt. I buck quiet. Waves crash inside.
Camille’s turn. Same setup. She whimpers louder. ‘Yes, lick it!’ Boys swap. She cums hard, juices flow. Bedroom eyes on us.
Stéphane whispers, ‘Girls, taste each other.’ 69 on mat. Pussies drip. I lap her folds. Salty sweet. Clit throbs under tongue. She dives in mine. Hums vibrate. Orgasms build shared. Muffled cries. Poolside silence broken only by slurps.
‘Boys earned pipes.’ For their last day. We nod eager. Lips ready. But wall looms. Any crack? Village stirs soon.