Drizzle slicks the world outside my isolated house. Greenery hugs the walls, garden wild under gray skies. No summer swim today. I spot them on bikes at the crossroads—Rémi and Alexandre, hearts pounding. I wave. Kisses exchanged. ‘Can’t swim. Come to my place?’ Their eyes light up. Yes.
Inside, barefoot on cool floors. Tight jeans, sweater hugging curves. Coffee steams. We sit—me opposite on the armchair, them on the couch. ‘What would make you happy?’ Heavy air crackles. They hesitate. I slide between them, arms over shoulders. Kiss Rémi. Kiss Alexandre. ‘Delicious yesterday. Your turn to suggest.’ Rémi blurts: ‘I want to fuck you.’ Alexandre echoes. I grin. Probe their virginity. Lies crumble. Fresh meat. No condoms? Pill’s my shield. Clean slates. ‘Follow me.’
The Mutation
Bedroom shadows deepen. Pull off sweater, bra drops. Chest bare, nipples hard. ‘Rémi, strip Alexandre.’ He obeys. Unbuttons shirt, yanks pants. I halt at boxers. Feel Alex’s cock throb through fabric. ‘Touch it, Rémi.’ He does. I command tenderness. Rémi glides hands in, caresses thighs, balls. Kisses tip. Presents it to me. Reward: my lips on his. Now him. Strip me slow, Rémi. Tender. Zipper down. Hands on ass, pubes through lace. Wet already. Kiss mound. Tongue lips. Taste hits—tart, intoxicating.
The mask shatters. Power surges. I’m the heroine unchained.
Alex on me. Kisses devour. He thrusts wild. I ride him reverse, tits swinging. Rémi caresses ass. Slurps, gasps, my cries. We peak—his cum floods. Pull off, drip down thigh. Rémi stumbles naked. Laugh. ‘Come.’ Guide him in. Sloppy with Alex’s load. Clapotis echoes. Switch: doggy. Grip hips. Pound. Alex kisses me deep. Sweat bonds us. I own them. Rémi holds, erupts deep. No climax for me—yet. ‘First times. Perfect.’ Triple kiss seals.
The Exploit
Cocks harden again. ‘Kiss.’ They do—tongues now. Three mouths merge. Bliss haze. I rise. ‘Shower, darlings.’ Door open. Piss streams free—eyes locked on them. Soap slides sensual. They stroke themselves. Back, smirking. ‘Your show. Touch like pros.’ 69 ignites. I finger-fuck to scream-orgasm. They swallow loads. Kiss, sperm-shared. Command it deeper.
Shower together. Soap hands roam. Backs, asses, cocks. Lips on nipples. Grind. Kneel, suck. Cum again. I watch, fingering lace, silent ecstasy.
Collation. Dressed. ‘Tomorrow, 4 PM.’ Kisses. They bike off. Replete.
Adrenaline fades. Normalcy cloaks me. Secret burns brighter. Stronger. Unbreakable.