Chapter 61: Jasmine and Erika submit
Bruce’s command hung in the humid air, thick as the frangipani scent clinging to the night. "Your turn, Erika. Come here." Jasmine remained pressed against him, her breath still ragged against his neck, her lips swollen and glistening. Erika stood frozen, a statue carved from moonlight and panic. Her pale skin flushed crimson, visible even in the dim patio light. Her deep blue eyes, wide as glacial pools, darted from Bruce’s face, still taut with the aftermath of release, down to his cock, glistening wetly against his thigh, impossibly thick and already stirring again despite Jasmine’s recent ministrations. The sheer size of him seemed to paralyze her.
Slowly, tremblingly, Erika took a step forward. Then another. Her silver silk dress whispered against her incredible legs. She stopped inches away, her gaze locked on his face now, searching his swirling hazel eyes where flecks of gold pulsed like captured stars. Her voice, when it came, was a fragile whisper, cracking with unfamiliar vulnerability. "Bruce... I’m not used to this feeling." She swallowed hard, her throat working visibly. "Men... men usually beg me. And I enjoy it. The power." Her knuckles whitened on her clutch. "But right now... I feel like... like I want to beg you." The admission hung raw and naked between them, a surrender that vibrated deeper than any physical act.
Without waiting for a response, Erika sank gracefully to her knees on the warm tile beside Jasmine. The movement was fluid, deliberate, yet charged with a profound submission. Her pale blonde hair cascaded forward as she leaned in, her eyes never leaving his. She didn’t start with his cock. Instead, she pressed her cool, soft cheek against the heavy sac of his balls, nuzzling gently. A soft sigh escaped her lips. Then her tongue emerged, pink and tentative. She began to lick. Long, slow, deliberate strokes from the very base of his scrotum, tracing the thick vein running upwards, all the way to the swollen, plum-dark head of his cock. Up and down. Up and down. Her tongue was cool silk against his heated skin, a shocking contrast that made Bruce groan and fist his hands tighter in Jasmine’s hair.
"Fuck, Erika," he rasped, his hips pushing forward slightly, feeding her more. "Just like that."
Encouraged, Erika opened her mouth wider. She took one heavy ball into her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive orb. Then the other. She bathed his entire groin with lavish attention, her saliva slicking his skin, mingling with Jasmine’s earlier efforts, creating a glistening, obscene sheen. The scent of sex and salt filled the air. Bruce watched, mesmerized, as this ethereal ice queen worshipped him with desperate, messy hunger. When his balls were thoroughly wet, glistening under the patio lights, Erika finally moved to his cock. She didn’t hesitate. She opened wide, wider than seemed possible for her delicate features, and engulfed the broad head. Her lips stretched obscenely around the massive girth. Gluck. The filthy, wet sound echoed Jasmine’s earlier performance.
"Oh god, yes," Bruce hissed, his head falling back briefly. Erika’s mouth was cooler than Jasmine’s, her technique less practiced but fiercely determined. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, her tongue pressing flat against the sensitive underside of his shaft. She took him deeper, inch by agonizing inch, her throat muscles fluttering visibly against the invasion. She gagged softly, tears springing to her startling blue eyes, but she pushed through, forcing herself down until her nose pressed against his lower abdomen, taking nearly half his impossible length. She held it, trembling, her eyes squeezed shut, then pulled back with a gasp, saliva stringing thickly from her lips to his cock.
"Deep," Bruce commanded, his voice thick. "Take it deeper, Erika. Show me how bad you want it."
Erika whimpered, a sound of pure need, and dove back down. She bobbed her head faster now, driven by his command and her own desperate hunger. Gluck. Gluck. Gluck. Her hand wrapped around the base she couldn’t take, squeezing in rhythm, her fingers slick with spit and pre-cum. She took him deeper with each plunge, gagging less, adapting with astonishing speed. Her cool mouth grew hot with effort. Bruce felt the familiar, volcanic pressure building low in his belly, intensified by the raw visual of Erika’s stunning face contorted around his cock, her pale hair sticking to her damp forehead, her eyes wide and pleading as she looked up at him while sucking.
"Gonna come," Bruce warned, his voice guttural. "Swallow it all, Erika. Every fucking drop."
Erika moaned around his cock, the vibration shooting straight to his core. She sucked harder, frantic now, her throat working desperately. With a roar that startled birds from the nearby trees, Bruce erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted directly into her throat. Pulse after powerful pulse surged, flooding her mouth. Erika swallowed convulsively, greedily, her throat muscles straining, taking the torrent. Some escaped, pearly white streaks leaking from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping onto his balls and thighs. She kept sucking, milking him through the last shuddering spurts, until he was utterly spent, his cock twitching weakly against her tongue.
Finally, she pulled off, gasping for air, her lips swollen and bruised, chin glistening. She looked up at him, her blue eyes dazed, triumphant, utterly claimed. "All... all you," she panted, her voice wrecked. She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his thigh, trembling.
The distant splash from the infinity pool broke the intense silence. Camille’s voice, warm and inviting, drifted over. "Water’s perfect! Join us!" Jasmine disentangled herself from Bruce’s grip, giving Erika a look of fierce camaraderie mixed with possessiveness. She offered Erika a hand. Erika took it, shaky but radiant, letting Jasmine pull her up. Bruce pulled his trousers up loosely, not bothering to fasten them, the damp fabric clinging. He guided both women towards the pool’s edge, his hands possessive on their hips.
The pool was a turquoise oasis under the starlit sky. Camille, Lena, Ketut, and Sophia lounged in the shallow end, water lapping at their shoulders. Their eyes tracked Bruce, Jasmine, and Erika’s approach, filled with knowing warmth and predatory interest. Jasmine shed her crimson dress with a confident shrug, revealing her incredible body clad only in a tiny black thong. Erika, more hesitant, peeled off her silver silk, standing pale and breathtaking in a simple white bikini that showcased her full breasts and long legs. Bruce discarded his trousers and shirt, his massive frame imposing even in the water’s soft light.
Camille was the first to move. She swam smoothly towards Erika, her curvy form cutting through the water. "Mi cielo," she murmured, her brown eyes soft but intense. She reached Erika, standing chest-deep, and cupped her face. "You look...overwhelmed." She kissed Erika gently, a soft press of lips that quickly deepened. Camille’s tongue explored Erika’s mouth, tasting Bruce on her, claiming her in a different way. Her hands slid down Erika’s back, gripping her magnificent ass, pulling their bodies flush. Erika melted into the kiss, a soft moan escaping her.
Lena surged forward like a predator, her incredible legs propelling her towards Jasmine. "My turn," she declared, her voice husky. She didn’t ask. She grabbed Jasmine’s face and kissed her fiercely, tongues clashing, a battle of dominance and heat. Lena’s hands were everywhere – squeezing Jasmine’s breasts, pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of her bikini top, then sliding down to grip the phenomenal curve of Jasmine’s ass, pulling her close. Jasmine met her kiss for kiss, bite for bite, her hands tangling in Lena’s dark hair.
Ketut, small and silent as a shadow, slipped into the deeper water near Bruce. She pressed her lithe body against his side, her cool skin a contrast to his heat. Her small hand slid underwater, finding his cock, already stirring again despite the recent release. She began to stroke him slowly, firmly, her dark eyes fixed on his face. "They are beautiful," she whispered. "But they need you inside. To be truly claimed."
Sophia swam closer, her athletic body sleek in the water. She didn’t speak. She simply moved behind Bruce, pressing her firm breasts against his back, her hands sliding around his waist to join Ketut’s, both hands now working his thickening length underwater. Her lips found the sensitive spot below his ear. "Show them, Bruce," she breathed, her voice thick with arousal. "Show them who owns them."
The sight of Camille exploring Erika’s mouth and body, Lena devouring Jasmine with fierce kisses, combined with Ketut and Sophia’s hands expertly stroking him, pushed Bruce past any remaining restraint. He pulled away from Ketut and Sophia, his gaze locking onto Jasmine and Erika. "Enough," he growled, the command cutting through the wet sounds of kissing and splashing. "Over here. Now."
Camille and Lena released their new lovers instantly, swimming back slightly, their eyes dark with anticipation. Jasmine and Erika, flushed and breathing heavily, turned towards Bruce. Jasmine’s green eyes burned with fierce readiness; Erika’s blue eyes held a mix of apprehension and desperate need. Bruce pointed to the submerged ledge running along the pool’s edge, wide enough to sit on, the water lapping at waist height. "Sit. Legs apart."
They obeyed, scrambling onto the smooth stone, sitting side by side, their legs spread wide, revealing their bikini bottoms already dark with arousal. Bruce waded between them, the water swirling around his hips. His cock, fully erect and monstrously thick, jutted obscenely from the water’s surface, glistening under the pool lights. He looked down at them, his hazel eyes swirling with molten gold – pure, possessive hunger.
He reached Erika first. His large hand slid between her thighs, his fingers hooking into the thin fabric of her white bikini bottom. With a sharp tug, he ripped it aside, exposing her pale, shaved pussy, already glistening wet. He did the same to Jasmine, tearing her black thong away, revealing her dark, swollen folds. The twin sights – Erika’s pale, delicate flower and Jasmine’s rich, dark petals – sent a fresh surge of lust through him.
"Hands behind you," Bruce ordered. "Lean back. Hold onto the edge." They complied instantly, bracing themselves, their breasts heaving, their vulnerable pussies fully exposed to him. Bruce positioned himself directly in front of Erika. He gripped his massive cock at the base, the thick veins standing out starkly. He pressed the broad, swollen head against Erika’s tight, wet opening. She gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the impossible pressure.
"Please," Erika whimpered, the word ripped from her. "Please, Bruce... fuck me."
With a powerful thrust of his hips, Bruce drove forward. Erika screamed – a sharp, high sound of shock and ecstasy – as he breached her, stretching her unbearably wide. He sank deep, feeling her tight channel clench and spasm around his invading girth, her inner muscles fluttering wildly. He held himself buried inside her trembling body for a moment, letting her feel the sheer, overwhelming fullness. Then he pulled back slowly, almost entirely out, before slamming back in hard. Splash. Thud. The wet impact echoed.
He began a relentless rhythm, fucking Erika with deep, powerful strokes, the water sloshing violently around them. Her cries were continuous now, high-pitched moans punctuated by sharp gasps. "Ohgodohgodohgod! So big! Fills me! Fuck!" Her pale legs wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him deeper, her heels digging into his ass.
After a few punishing thrusts, Bruce withdrew completely from Erika’s quivering pussy, leaving her gasping and empty. He pivoted instantly to Jasmine. Without preamble, he gripped his slick cock and drove it into her waiting depths. Jasmine threw her head back, a guttural cry tearing from her throat. "YES! FUCK! BRUCE!" Her dark pussy swallowed him greedily, her inner walls rippling with fierce welcome. She was hotter, tighter in a different way, her muscles gripping him like a velvet fist. Bruce fucked her hard and fast, short, brutal strokes that made her magnificent ass slap against the stone ledge. Jasmine met every thrust, grinding her clit against his pubic bone, screaming her pleasure.
He alternated between them, fucking Erika until she was sobbing incoherently, her body convulsing around him, then plunging back into Jasmine’s fiery heat, driving her towards her own screaming climax. The air filled with the sounds of slapping skin, splashing water, and their desperate cries. Camille watched, biting her lip, her hand drifting between her own thighs underwater. Lena’s eyes were glued to Jasmine’s face, her expression fiercely proud. Ketut floated nearby, a small smile playing on her lips. Sophia watched Bruce’s powerful back muscles flex with each thrust, her own arousal palpable.
Bruce felt his own climax building again, a supernova pressure fueled by the dual sensations and the raw visual feast. He pulled out of Jasmine, leaving her panting and dripping, and turned back to Erika. He gripped her hips, lifting her slightly, positioning himself at her entrance once more. "Both," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Need both."
He slammed back into Erika’s tight, wet channel, burying himself to the hilt. She screamed, arching off the ledge. At the same time, he reached behind him, his hand finding Jasmine’s hip. He pulled her forward roughly, guiding her onto her knees in the water behind him. Understanding instantly, Jasmine pressed her body against his back, her hands sliding around his waist. She reached down, her fingers finding his rock-hard shaft buried deep inside Erika. She gripped the base tightly, then lowered her head. Her hot mouth engulfed the lower half of his cock where it emerged from Erika’s stretched pussy, her tongue swirling around the shaft, licking the mingled fluids of Bruce and Erika.
The sensation was electric – Erika’s tight, fluttering channel around the upper part of his cock, Jasmine’s hot, wet mouth sucking and licking the lower shaft and his balls. Bruce roared, the sound primal, echoing across the water. He pistoned into Erika, fucking her with abandon while Jasmine worshipped the base of his cock, her tongue probing, her lips sucking. Erika came first, shattering around him, her inner walls clamping down in rhythmic spasms, milking him. The intense pressure triggered Jasmine’s own climax; she moaned around his cock, her body shuddering against his back.
The combined sensations – Erika’s convulsing pussy, Jasmine’s vibrating mouth – pushed Bruce over the edge. With a final, brutal thrust, he erupted deep inside Erika. Thick jets of cum pulsed into her depths, flooding her, while Jasmine sucked frantically at the base, swallowing the overflow mixed with Erika’s juices. Bruce shuddered violently, holding himself deep, riding the waves of ecstasy as Jasmine continued to lick and suck, milking every last drop.
He finally stilled, breathing ragged, his cock still buried inside Erika’s trembling body, Jasmine’s lips still pressed against his shaft. Slowly, he pulled out of Erika, his cock slick and glistening. Jasmine released him with a final, wet kiss. Erika slumped back onto the ledge, utterly spent, her pale skin flushed, her pussy glistening and leaking. Jasmine rested her forehead against Bruce’s lower back, panting.