”Oh my god, Stacy, I feel really cold now,” Sam said with a shiver as she climbed out of the pool, her soaked bikini clinging to her curves. The moonlight danced on the rippling water, and the air had begun to carry that crisp, late-night chill.

We'd been splashing around for over an hour—laughing, racing laps, and pretending we were Olympic swimmers in a pool that barely passed for standard size. It was our well-earned break after a week of brutal exams.

Sam and I had clicked from the moment we met—two nervous freshmen fumbling our way through the chaos of college. We’d clung to each other like lifelines through orientation, first classes, and sleepless study nights. By now, she was more than a friend. She was my person.

“I’m just getting started,” I grinned, gliding onto my back and letting the water cradle me. “This is the only therapy I can afford, so I’m soaking in every second.”

She huffed out a laugh, wringing water from her ponytail. “Suit yourself. I’m going to grab a towel and get Martha to fix us some hot coffee before I turn into a popsicle.”

I watched her saunter off, droplets trailing behind her on the tile.

“Hey, Sam!” I called after her with a wicked smile. “I think I’ll just ditch the bikini and go full mermaid tonight.”

She paused mid-step, her laugh echoing through the patio. “Don’t you dare! My dad’s home, remember?”

I stuck out my tongue. “I’ll be quick. Just me, the water, and the moon.”

Sam shook her head, giggling. “You’re insane. But seriously—don’t scar him for life.”

“Too late!”

I hooked my thumbs under the strings of my bikini and tugged it off, tossing it onto the edge of the pool with a splash.

“Stacy!” Sam cried, covering her face like she couldn’t bear to look, though she peeked through her fingers. “You’re the worst.”

“Go get that coffee, prude. Let me live my scandalous life in peace!”

Her laughter faded as she stepped into the house, and I was left alone with the soft hush of the water and the hum of cicadas in the distance. The night wrapped around me like velvet, the water warm against my bare skin. I floated on my back, eyes closed, arms stretched wide.

There was something freeing about it—being naked under the open sky, unbothered, unseen. Or… so I thought.

The subtle thrill of it all sent a ripple of warmth down my spine. My fingers drifted along my stomach, teasing upward, then lower. I touched between my legs and it was wet as f**k. The relaxation in the water did more to my nerves than I had thought. My nipples were pointed and the goose bumps on my skin made me gasp excitedly.

I heard footsteps. That must be Sam, I thought, my heart still fluttering from the stolen thrill of being naked under the moonlight.

I swam toward the edge, ready to tease her again—but the figure stepping into the soft glow of the patio lights was definitely not Sam.

It was him. Mr. Carter. Samantha’s father.

“Sam, is that you?” He asked, coming towards the pool. My breath hitched, watching the figure until it was right in front of me.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

My breath caught as I dipped just a little lower in the water, suddenly aware of every inch of exposed skin, of how the pool was both a shield and a spotlight.

His gaze on me was strong, I was sure he was able to get a glimpse of my curves. “Well, uh, umm..” words caught in my throat but he interrupted.

“What are you doing here alone, Stacy?” He asked in a whisper.

“Sam and I were chilling but she went in to get a cup of coffee.” I finally found my voice but the tension between us was immeasurable.

“Oh, I'll just keep you busy until she's here.”

“No, that won't be a good idea!” I said quickly, scared that Sam would take it the wrong way.

“Why is that?”

“I-I’m sort of naked in here.” I was certain he could hear the uneasiness in my voice.

He smiled, “I'm just like a father to you, Stacy, you shouldn't worry about that.” He pulled off his shirt and took off his shorts. My eyes widened at the sight of the d**k prints on his boxer briefs. I gasped and closed my eyes. Then I heard a loud splash and water sprayed over me.

I opened my eyes and turned around only to find Sam's dad in the water, swimming towards me. I quickly turned around again and grabbed the pool deck, holding it tighter. My heart raced, hoping he wasn't really coming closer to me.

Then I felt it—the subtle shift in the water, gentle ripples brushing against my back. My breath hitched. I didn’t have to turn to know he was stepping closer to me. The warmth of his presence crept closer with every slow wave, the silence between us thick with something I couldn’t name… something I didn’t dare acknowledge just yet. His chest pressed on my back and slowly, I felt his hands move upward to my br**sts.

I exhaled, “What the hell!”

“Relax, Stacy, don't be scared.” he whispered.

“No, this is wrong,” my heart raced faster with each squeeze he gave, my eyes continuously darting to the backyard entrance, hoping Sam would not walk in on us.

He continued to press his hands into my soft full breasts, pushing his hips forward against my a*s. I could feel his bulgy d**k press between my ass. A soft moan escaped my lips but I refused to let myself fall for my best friend's dad.

I tried to pull out his hands but he tightened his grip on my breast. He began planting kisses on my neck and I felt myself melt away. But I still couldn't get rid of the lingering guilt of getting intimate with my best friend's dad. I felt heat grow between my thighs despite being in the cold water under the cold night. I felt weak and I couldn't struggle to get his hands off me anymore.

He was still pounding his hips against my a*s and I let out soft moans, each one laced with a gasp of pleasure. I clutched my hands tighter to the pool deck and began responding to his bangs. I pushed myself backward to feel him better.

Sam’s dad held my cheek and turned my neck to the side. He brought his lips closer and began licking my lips lightly, deepening with every ticking second. I closed my eyes and reached for his d**k, rubbing it with my hands. Just as I needed to feel it more, I shoved my hand into his briefs and pulled it out. I gasped on how huge it was. Of course, he was way older than me, what did I expect? It was so large and long that my fingers couldn't go round it.

I stroked it while we kissed. My p**sy had become so wet that I could feel my juices dripping off. I rubbed my hands around his tip and felt his precum spill out.

“Please, fuck me quickly, before Sam arrives,” I begged as I licked his lower lips.

He turned me around and pushed me to the wall. Then he lifted my a*s and rubbed his tip on my clit, gliding it down to my p**sy.

“Arghhh, you're f*cking slimy. I'm going to insert my entire length in you,” he groaned.

The next thing I felt was Mr. Carter’s huge cock going deep into my tight p**sy. Inch by inch, he went deep and deep until he hit somewhere really extreme. I screamed due to the sweetness, losing every ounce of control in me.

He quickly cupped a hand to my mouth, grinding my p**sy with his c**k. I continued to moan in his hands holding his hips as if that would help to make him go deeper in me.

I pulled out a hand and started rubbing my cl*t as I felt myself get closer to orgasm. I began jerking in the water, my legs felt too weak to carry my weight. but Sam's dad held me in place. He moved to the pool stairs and sat. He dragged me closer and made me go down on my knees.

I learned forward and took his c**k in my mouth. I could taste myself on him. I began by circling my mouth around his tip but he wrapped up my wet hair and pushed my mouth to go deeper until his c**k hit my throat. He groaned and threw his head backward, ensuring I didn't withdraw. He started pushing himself forward, f**king my mouth. The thought of him f**king my mouth sent a thrill through my veins and I felt myself getting wet all over.

There was a burst of c*m in my mouth and he drew himself out of me, nodding in assurance and satisfaction as I swallowed every bit of his c*m. That could have been Sam's step sibling if he had released it in my p**sy. I got to my feet, feeling a wave of satisfaction course through my veins.

“Hurry, you need to get out of here before Sam returns.” He quickly put on his clothes and left the backyard.

I stepped out of the pool and hurriedly put on my bikini, wondering why Sam hadn't returned yet. Anyways, I felt lucky cos it wouldn't have ended well if she had walked in on her dad and me f**king.

The night breeze plastered on my skin and I felt shivery. I quickly went into the house and upstairs to Sam's room. She was lying lazily on the bed, her cup of coffee on the bedside table. She obviously dozed off. I quickly changed into my pajamas. I had brought a few clothes along with me.

As I dried my hair with a dryer in front of the mirror, I caught a spill of Sam's Dad’s cum on my cheek. I rubbed it off with a small smile forming on my lips. I quickly recalled the taboo f*ck I had with her dad minutes ago. I put down the dryer and snuggled myself under the duvet beside Sam, refusing to feel guilty for what we did.

The music throbbed like a second heartbeat, vibrating through the floor and up her spine. Strobe lights flickered above, painting the room in fleeting shadows, but her attention was locked on two men across the bar—both dark-haired, tattooed, and smoldering like sin carved into flesh.

She hadn’t planned to dance tonight, hadn’t even planned to flirt. But her heels were already moving, hips swaying with the bass as if her body had made the decision without her.

One of them—tall, with a silver ring through his bottom lip—caught her eye and smirked. He loved her dance moves and the way her guardless br**sts jiggled beneath her sleeveless v-cut slit dress. The second leaned in and whispered something in his ear. Then both of them were walking toward her, and suddenly the crowd didn’t exist anymore.

“You look like you could use a little danger,” the lip ring murmured, his voice a gravelly caress. She smiled and turned her face away and continued dancing to the music.

He unexpectedly pulled her by the waist. Her hand rested on his chest and she looked up at him. “We’ve got a place,” he whispered, tucking a stray curl behind her ear with surprising gentleness. “Private. No rules. Unless you want them.”

A jolt of excitement clicked in her. She turned to the other man standing near and he nodded with an unreadable expression. She pulled herself away from his arms and gestured for them to lead the way.

It should’ve felt reckless. Going with two strangers to somewhere unknown was wild but her desire overrides logic. As she let them guide her out into the warm city night, the loud music of the bar slowly faded. All she could feel was the thrill licking at her skin like fire.

The ride in the back of their sleek black car was filled with tension—charged glances, fingers brushing on leather seats, her pulse racing faster with every turn.

When they finally stepped into the elevator of a high-rise downtown, silence draped over them like a spell. Only the hum of anticipation remained as the numbers ticked higher. The elevator chimed open and the lip ring gestured her forward. He came out next and the other man followed behind. The lip ring pushed open a white door with a silver handle and she stepped in.

“So,” she said, spinning slowly in the center of their chic, dimly lit apartment, “what now?”

The one with the lip ring stepped forward. “Now,” he said, tugging off his jacket, “we find out what happens when two becomes three.” He pushed her down to the bed, her hair rippled across her face, but she quickly brushed it aside and looked up. He straddled her on the bed and leaned in, sniffing in her cologne.

“Uhh,” he moaned, “you smell so sweet, I guess your p**sy smells this same way.”

She blushed and turned her face to the side. Her gaze met the other man seated on the couch, undoing his belt. She watched him zip down his trouser and hold his c**k firmly. He gave it a stroke and his eyes landed on hers. She turned away shyly.

The lip ring leaned in on her. He guided his lips to her neck and kissed it. A kiss that gently developed into a suck. She let out a breath filled with soft moans, broken by shallow gasps as the cold ring on his lips tickled her skin. Overwhelmed by her burning desire, she clutched her legs tightly around his waist and swivelled her hips beneath him. He sucked lightly from her neck up to her jaws and cheeks.

Her eyes shut close, and she reached to grab his neck but he was already lifting himself from her. He started unbuttoning his shirt. His c**k looked rock hard beneath his trousers and her juices dripped in her panties as she anticipated to see what it would look like in its bareness.

Finally, he took off his trousers and unveiled his hard monster. She gasped and reached for her cl*t, rubbing it and moaning. The lip ring leaned forward between her thighs. He lifted her dress and held the elastic band of her panties and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor. He laid on her, looking fiercely into her eyes. Then he rubbed the tip of his huge d**k on her wet p**sy.

“Oh, my goodness!” She moaned.

Slowly, he started to stick it in, every inch of him going inside her made her quiver. She grabbed his neck and pulled him in to go even deeper. “Yes, please, fuck me,” she moaned as he began thrusting deep inside her.

The other man on the couch sat silently as he watched them f**k. The stimulating view in front of him and his strokes on his own d**k made him moan silently. He stroked himself until there was a pre-cum at the tip of his veiny c**k. Then he stood up and went over to the bed beside her. He stuck a hand inside her dress and took out her watermelon b**bs.

“god damn, she’s awesome,” he whispered underneath his breath. He squeezed it with great efficiency and his expertise while playing with her ni**ples sent ecstasy through her veins. She screamed and gripped the sheets tight. Two f**king hot men giving her pleasure had to be the best thing that had ever happened to her.

His eyes darted to the fast, slurpy thrust of his friend's d**k in her p**sy. It was so f**king hot, he thought. He went on his knees and lifted her head to the position of his d**k. He held her in place and began f**king her mouth. A mumbling sound was the result of his fat c**k filling her mouth. The two men groaned simultaneously—one from the pleasure he got from her pussy and the other from his d**k hitting her throat.

The lip ring withdrew his d**k from her p**sy with a long groan. He fell on the other side and lifted her to his top. The d**k of the other man fell off her mouth.

On top him, She picked up his d**k and inserted it impatiently. She placed her hand on his chest and began grinding her p**sy on him. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her to his chest, moving his hips up and down that her p**sy swallowed his entire long d**k. His balls clapped on her a*s and she screamed with every thrust.

Suddenly, she felt another d**k behind her trying to make its way into her other hole. He applied some lubes and started gliding inside her with practiced efficiency. Every inch of the second d**k going deeper from behind caused her to scream louder. She had prolly never felt anything as sweet as what she was feeling. The man behind gripped her a*s while he banged her with an increasing pace. And the lip ring man under her continued pounding her p**sy non-stop.

“Oh, my, I'm gonna c*m, I'm gonna c*m!” she squealed ecstatically. “Punish me, yes, yes, yes, yes, urghhhhhh.” She groaned loudly and fell on the bed, squirting. They both followed her up. The lip ring man continued with her mouth and the other one inserted into her p**sy, banging her selfishly until they both felt their nuts rushing to burst out. They quickly pulled out and stroked their own d**cks, their c*m splattered over her body and the sheets. With a loud satisfied groan, they fell on the bed, their faces flushed.

The three of them laid helplessly for minutes until their energy returned. They got up and quickly dressed. It was almost midnight by the time they stepped out to drop her off. The drive to her home was silent but you could tell from their faces that they were immensely satisfied with the f*ck.

I came to the ranch to escape. That’s what I told myself when I packed a single suitcase, tossed it in the back of my car, and drove for seven hours straight without stopping. I needed the silence. The air. The space to breathe again.

Uncle Gary said I could stay as long as I liked—so long as I didn’t mind the smell of hay and horses. I didn’t. It was the first scent in weeks that didn’t remind me of my ex.

I arrived just before sunset. The ranch sprawled endlessly beneath a sky blushing orange and violet, the land stretching out like it had nothing to prove. It was quiet… peaceful. Except for him.

I saw him first behind the stables—shirtless, arms tense as he gripped a shovel, sweat slicking the muscles in his back. He moved like he was trying to outrun something. And for a second, I forgot what I was running from.

He glanced over his shoulder and caught me staring.

“Lost?” he asked, his voice a gravelly drawl that didn’t hide the amusement beneath it.

“I—uh—no. I’m staying here. Gary’s niece.”

His brows lifted slightly, but he didn’t smile. “Didn’t know Gary had family coming in.”

“He probably didn’t think you’d care.”

That earned a smirk. “Fair enough.”

He set the shovel down, took slow steps toward me, each one eating up the space like he had every right to it. To me.

“You look like city trouble,” he said, eyes dragging down the length of my sundress.

“And you look like someone who should mind their own business.”

“Problem is,” he murmured, stopping just a foot away, “you made it mine the second you stepped on this land.”

I swallowed, heat crawling up the back of my neck.

“You got a name?” I asked, though my voice barely came out.

“Colt.”

Of course it was.

He reached past me to grab a bottle of water, and in the split second his body brushed mine, I felt something shift—like the ground wasn’t quite so steady anymore. He didn't say another word, just gave me one last look. A heavy one. Then turned and walked away.

But something told me that wouldn’t be the last time Colt would have me cornered against a stable wall, with nowhere to run.

That night, I searched every inch of the guest room. Under the bed, inside my duffel bag, even the jeans I’d tossed in the corner hours ago. Nothing.

I groaned, pressing my palms to my face.

Where the hell was it?

Then it hit me—I'd left it in the stables. That little leather journal I scribbled in when I couldn’t sleep. I’d brought it out with me earlier, thinking maybe I’d write a few lines after exploring the horses. I must’ve dropped it near the tack bench.

Without bothering to change out of my cotton sleep shorts and tank top, I slid my feet into boots and slipped out into the night. I felt a little too excited for a journal. I didn't know it but maybe the main excitement was seeing Colt again, that's if he would even be out so late.

The air was cooler now, the kind that hugged your skin and whispered things you couldn’t quite name. The ranch was quiet, save for the occasional creak of wood and the distant rustle of animals settling in.

I pushed open the stable door—and to my surprise, Colt was there.

Leaning against a stall with his arms folded, his hat tilted low, one leg crossed over the other. The soft glow of the overhead lamp lit his profile in warm golds and shadows.

He looked… unbothered. Like he belonged to this place in a way I never could.

I cleared my throat. “Didn’t think I’d see you again tonight.”

He looked up, his eyes dragging slowly over me. “Didn’t think you’d come sneakin’ back here in pajama shorts.”

I rolled my eyes but felt the burn creep up my thighs anyway. “I left something.”

“You mean that little book with the leather tie?” He nodded to the tack bench behind him. “Found it earlier. Figured you’d want it back.”

I stepped forward to grab it, but he didn’t move.

Neither did I.

“Do you sleep here?” I asked, realizing how late it was.

He chuckled softly. “Only when I got a reason. Sick horse tonight. She’s been colicky. Needs someone watching her just in case.”

I glanced toward the stall beside him and saw a chestnut mare shifting uneasily.

“Oh… that’s sweet of you.”

“Sweet?” He arched a brow. “That’s what you call a man covered in sweat and hay?”

My mouth curved. “Guess it depends on the man.”

The silence between us thickened. Not awkward. Not tense. Just charged.

“I should let you get back to it,” I said, stepping forward to take the journal—but he reached for it at the same time. Our fingers brushed.

Neither of us pulled away.

“I don’t think you came back just for that,” he said lowly, eyes locked on mine.

“I did,” I lied.

He stepped closer, the heat of his body sinking into mine like a slow brand. “Could’ve waited till morning.”

I swallowed. “Couldn’t sleep.”

His gaze flicked to my lips. “Me neither.”

I didn’t know who leaned in first. Maybe it was both of us. Maybe it was the night, or the quiet, or the scent of hay and him that dragged me under. But the air between us snapped taut—like something had finally given way.

When he brushed a stray strand of hair from my cheek, his fingertips lingered just a moment too long.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I whispered.

“No. But damn, it feels like the only one.” He smiled, slow and sure. He pulled me closer by my waist, “I have to admit you're the most beautiful girl I've ever come across.”

My eyes darted to his both eyes and then down to his lips. They were pink and plumpy, glistening with sweat. My cheeks turned red at his words and my gaze fell down to his exposed chest. I noticed it pound fast—faster than normal. I placed my hand on it and looked back at him. His dull eyes brought a sense of calmness to my entire body and I felt myself go weak in the knees.

“Do you mind if I steal a kiss?” He asked, staring at my eyes with hope.

I chuckled and barely nodded before he grabbed the back of my head and pressed his lips to mine. Holy f**k, his lips were so soft. I shut my eyes and began savoring

his lips like the dinner I had earlier. His hands caressed my waist and I could feel it extend to my a*s.

We broke apart for air and he whispered to me, “do you feel anything down there? Because you just turned me on and I won't let you go until you make me relax again.”

I took his hand without responding. I dipped it into my shorts, widened my legs and made his finger touch my p**sy lip. He gasped as he felt my wetness.

“Holy sh*t!” He exclaimed.

He didn't bother pulling out his hand he glided two fingers into my p**sy at once and dipped in and out very fast. My eyes widened as it was a bit too sudden. He pushed me to the stable wall and I raised a leg, twirling my hips, my hand on his head. Soft pleasurable moans escaped my lips and the resting horses nearby shifted uneasily, clearly disturbed by the noise.

Then I had enough of his fingers so I pushed him backward. I went on my knees, undid his trouser zip and took out his hard shaft. My touch alone made his legs shake and he had to locate a bench immediately. I adjusted to his new position and took him in my mouth. He groaned and pulled my hair backwards, holding my head in place while I went deep throat.

The air was thick with moans and mumbling. From the other end of the stable, the sick horse let out a low, throaty whinny—her restless hooves scraping against the floor as if disturbed by the tension vibrating through the air.

I didn't care. At that moment I only had one aim—to make sure Colt was completely satisfied before leaving. Quicker than expected, I felt his seed release in my mouth and he gasped with satisfaction. I didn't want to stop eating his c**k but I had to leave so he could take care of the m sick horse.

I swallowed the fluid in my mouth and shot up to my feet. He came on his feet too and dressed himself up.

“I must leave now, you sure have a lot of work to do here.” He nodded with a flirting smile, his dull eyes drove me crazy.

“I sure do.”

“See you tomorrow,” I said and turned around to leave, but around the exit, I turned to steal a last glance of him for the night and I caught him staring at me with eyes full of lust.

“And yes, finish up whatever you need to tonight. We have a long day to share in the guest room. Just the two of us.” I winked and exited the stable

Getting to the guest room, I realized that I still didn't get the journal I went to fetch. But maybe that same journal would be the reason for another s*xual satisfaction tomorrow.