Skeletons In His Closet

Colin, that smug college kid calling himself Mighty Dee, plays the ally card with Rachel and Ashley, the tight-knit lesbian couple dodging their uptight families' prying eyes. He lures them to his place, promises the run of his bedroom for some private heat—no judgments, no interruptions. They bite, hearts pounding with the thrill of stolen freedom. He slips out, or so they think. But the bastard's holed up in the closet, eyes glued to the slats, breath shallow as he spies on their tangled bodies. Rachel's dark skin glistens under the dim light, her full curves pressing against Ashley's lithe frame. They kiss fierce, hands roaming—Rachel's fingers teasing Ashley's slick folds, drawing out moans that echo off the walls. Ashley arches, lips parting in gasps, her thighs quivering as Rachel's tongue dives in, lapping at her swollen clit with hungry strokes. They grind together, breasts heaving, lost in the wet rhythm of scissoring hips and probing fingers until ecstasy crashes over them in shuddering waves. Then it hits—eyes in the shadows. They freeze, sheets twisting around sweat-slicked limbs. The closet door creaks open, and there he is, Colin, pants tented, grin like a wolf in sheep's clothing. No more games. He spills it all: his sick fixation on lesbians, how he rigged this whole setup just to feast on the sight of two women fucking raw and real. 'Your secret's safe,' he sneers, 'if I get to keep watching.' Disgust coils in their guts, but desperation bites harder—families would shatter them if word got out. They nod, voices tight, and dive back in under his gaze, now puppeteering the show. He barks orders like a twisted director: 'Suck her tits harder, spread those legs wider.' Rachel's mouth latches onto Ashley's nipple, tongue flicking, while Ashley's fingers plunge deep into Rachel's dripping pussy, knuckles slick with her arousal. They perform, bodies betraying their fury, orgasms ripped out amid his heavy breathing. But Colin's hunger sharpens. Watching's not enough anymore. He strips, cock throbbing, and climbs onto the bed. No more sidelines. He grabs Rachel's hips, thrusts into her from behind while she eats Ashley out, the room thick with grunts and the slap of skin. Ashley's cries mix with Rachel's muffled moans as Colin switches, pounding into Ashley's tight heat, his hands gripping her ass like he owns it. They twist in a frenzy—Rachel riding his face, Ashley grinding against Rachel's thigh—until release explodes, a messy tangle of sweat, come, and shattered illusions.