Sil Girls Club Series

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Disclaimer:

This story contains mature themes, including violence, taboo subjects, and psychological tension. The actions of the characters are fictional and are not intended to endorse or condone harmful behavior. All characters are depicted as being over the age of 18. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

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Chapter 1

You can't play unless you know the game.

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Eve Langford slips out of her dress like it's a second skin, letting it fall at her feet by the edge of the pool. Her body gleams under the moonlight pouring through the glass, lithe and pale.

Behind her, a boy and a girl giggling. They were college freshmen, from the party, must have been 18 and 19 years old respectively. She barely knows them. Her panties slip between her ass cheeks, letting them stare at her ass as she slowly readjusts the lace out of her folds - sharing their nervousness in that complicity.

"Come on," Eve calls, already stepping into the water. "We've got, what... fifteen minutes before he circles back?"

She doesn't wait for an answer. By the time they start undressing, she's submerged, the water licking at her bare skin like cool silk.

The girl - Amy? - wriggles out of her clothes with excited clumsiness. Her boyfriend, Jamie, looks like he'd rather watch than join. Still, his cock's already hard in his underwear. Amy's curvier than Eve, softer, radiating an insecure eagerness. That makes it sweeter.

Jamie looks wiry, forgettable. But to his credit, he's packing enough to earn a second glance.

Eve jumps, splashing water as she disappears beneath the surface, surfacing mid-giggle.

"Are you sure it's okay, Eve?" Jamie asks, glancing at the door. "What if we get caught?"

"I didn't say it was okay, did I?." She swims closer, peeling off her bra and tossing it at him. "If you're not in the mood, I'll start with Amy."

Amy blushes but slips off her own bra, revealing a pair of heavy, perfect breasts that sway with each step into the water. Eve reaches out, squeezes one, and leans in for a teasing peck that makes Amy freeze.

Smirking, Eve takes Amy's hands and places them on her ass, pressing closer. Her tongue slides softly against Amy's lips.

Jamie watches like a guy at the gates of heaven, completely forgotten. But Eve doesn't forget a thing when she's this deep in the play. She grabs Amy and presses her toward her chest. The sounds of kissing trail along her collarbone, growing wetter, louder, as Amy's lips close around her nipple.

Eve locks eyes with Jamie, biting her lower lip, one hand slipping beneath the water as she gestures him forward with two fingers.

He understands. Pulls out his pale, veiny cock, already twitching. Droplets cling to the hair above his shaft as he starts to stroke.

Eve glides closer. Her fingers crawl up his thighs, slow and deliberate, raising goosebumps along the wet skin. The water moves with her like silk drawn tight.

His cock twitches the moment her hands wrap around it. She grips it firmly, watching the foreskin slide forward, cloaking the head as she strokes up to his glans.

"Fuck..." Jamie groans, his voice cracking with surprise and need.

Eve repeats it under her breath, not for him, but for Amy. The girl was slipping two fingers inside herself, biting back a moan, breasts bobbing just inches from the surface.

"And here I thought you Americans were more uptight." Eve says, smirking.

She shifts, her thighs parting as she rises slightly from the water. She grabs Amy by the hair guiding her down between her legs.

"Hold your breath a bit," she murmurs, locking eyes with Jamie as she slides her other hand around his cock, stroking it while he watches Amy disappear beneath the surface.

Jamie moans again, his voice bouncing off the tiled walls like a secret. Eve leans forward, her mouth closing around him. The taste of chlorine and skin fills her senses, her lips moving in tandem with the wet rhythm below.

But even as her body hums with heat, her eyes flick up toward the red light blinking on the security camera.

They'll be rewinding this later, she thinks, shivering at the thought. Maybe already watching now.

Eve doesn't stop. She tightens her grip in Amy's hair, pushing her face between her thighs, grinding against her tongue with deliberate rhythm. At the same time, she takes Jamie deeper into her throat, his cock thick and twitching, her gag muted by the wet slap of skin and the hum of pleasure in her throat.

Only when she pulls back, spit-slick and gasping, does she release Amy, letting her come up for air with a gasp and a moan that echoes off the tiled walls.

Eve glances toward the corner of the ceiling, where a black dome hides the pool's only security camera.

With Jamie's taste still in her mouth, she pushes him toward the pool's edge. "Sit," she commands, her breath heavy, her voice low and hungry. He obeys, wide-eyed, as she straddles his lap.

She slides her panties to the side, revealing her wet pussy, taking him in with a sharp gasp that turns into a slow, decadent groan. Her body tightens around his cock as she begins to ride claiming every inch like it's hers.

Jamie holds on, overwhelmed, as Amy runs her hands across Eve's waist, mouth trailing after them. She buries her face lower, spreading her asscheeks with her fingers curling into flesh, licking her asshole whilst lost in the heat of the moment.

And just as Eve hears the unmistakable sound of footsteps outside the pool door, her climax starts to build inside her. Her moans get loud, following Jamies' weak attempts at warning her of his own limits. Her eyes lock on the door, daring whoever's coming in to blink and miss the erotic view.

She felt the hot ropes of cum shoot out within her, the cock inside her getting covered in her creamy orgasm

The doors opened slowly with a creak. Jamie's breath was ragged, his body still twitching from the intensity of their shared moment. Eve, trembling from the aftershocks, slipped into the water, cum dripping from her cunt slid down her thighs.

She sank deep, the cool embrace of the pool enveloping her as she swam toward the darkness at the opposite end.

Her heart raced, but she kept holding her breath as she pressed herself into the shadows. The sounds from the couple above faded as she descended further, her body still quivering from the pleasure.

Then, the unmistakable voice of the security guard broke the tension. He had entered, his eyes scanning within the darkness managed to lock on the couple still recovering in the shallows.

"What the hell is going on here?" his anger could be felt even below the water.

The scene above, too loud to ignore, too obvious to dismiss. The guard's eyes narrowed as he focused on the disheveled couple - clothes strewn about, Amy's flushed face, and Jamie looking like he was trying to find his bearings.

His voice grew louder, commanding the couple. "Get out! Now!" he barked, rushing toward them.

Eve stayed perfectly still, hidden in the water's depths, her fingers brushing the smooth tiles of the pool as she waited for the couple to scramble out. She could hear their frantic apologies, Jamie stammering as Amy tried to cover herself, but none of it was her concern.

She was biding her time, waiting until the guard, fully focused on the mess above, would leave them to their own devices.

Her hand, almost unconsciously, slid between her legs, her fingers gently teasing her sensitive labia. The pleasure built slowly, a whisper of heat that began deep in her core, curling tighter with each breath.

Her fingers slid in and out, caressing her spot in just the right way. Beneath the water's surface, her body responded, her legs trembling as she fought to keep quiet, to keep hidden, but the sensation was too much, too sweet.

She let go, the second orgasm surging through her like a secret, a delicious, forbidden rush she could hardly hold back.

Eve enjoyed the sensation, her body floating in that void filled with pleasure as she watched the guard finally push the couple out of the pool area, letting them gather their belongings.

She held her position, her pulse slowing now that the immediate danger had passed, but she remained motionless, deep underwater, until the door clicked shut behind the retreating figures. Only then did she surface, in a smooth, silent motion, her naked body emerging from the water.

She took a moment to enjoy the feeling of the cool air on her damp skin, her heart still racing from the rush. With quiet grace, she moved toward the back door where she had hidden her spare set of clothes, it all went the way she expected.

Her slim figure glided through the shadows, the water dripping from her delicate frame, tracing the curves of her hips and the soft lines of her waist.

Reaching the secluded corner, she dried off and quickly slipped into the clothes she had carefully chosen: a tight, form-fitting black dress. As she pulled it on, the dress molded to her curves, highlighting the elegant shape of her legs, the gentle swell of her breasts that push against the fabric, letting her nipples be easily distinguishable.

Her fingers worked swiftly, the task grounding her, bringing her back from the high of what had just transpired. She took a breath, catching her reflection in the nearby window.

With a final glance over her shoulder, she stepped through the back door, her every movement deliberate, the quiet confidence of her body betraying nothing of what had just happened in the pool.

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