Sure, let's fuck outside

I look into the man's face. His blue eyes stare back at me, curious, appraising. He has a well-defined jaw, slightly crooked nose, black stubble to match his black hair. "I'm game," he mutters.

"You sure?" I tease. "We're no longer slave girls tied to that wheel, completely defenseless. You think you can still get it up?"

He reddens slightly. "It's...just a fantasy. I liked it a lot, but it doesn't define me. Or you."

"I should hope not!" I say a little hotly. "Especially since this bitch dragged me into it... What's your name, by the way?"

He hesitates a moment. "Ah, why the hell not? I'm Trey."

"I'm Lilah. And this slut for punishment is Tracey."

"So, what about you, Lilah?"

Now it's my turn to blush. I do want him. My eyes drift lower. More specifically, I want that--his turgid cock plunging all the way into my pussy. "Yeah...alright."

"How do you want us...master?" asks Tracey, her eyes shining.

"Hands and knees, next to each other... Press your flanks together...yeah, like that. And arch those pretty asses. Show me everything."

I shiver. I can feel his presence behind us. I could swear his breath is tickling my cunt lips, but maybe that's just the breeze. The grass and dirt beneath me is nice and soft. I wait in anticipation. Trey draws out the moment, seconds passing until...smack!

A hand comes down on my right ass cheek, hard. At the same time, Tracey shudders and lurches forward. "Oh!" she gasps. "He feels so good!"

For the next minute or so, Trey fucks Tracey while peppering my behind with spanks. Then he switches. I moan at the intrusion. His cock feels heavenly slipping between my folds. With one hand, he pushes down on my lower back, causing me to arch further, take even more of him in. The other hand delivers slaps to Tracey's backside. She and I press our sides more closely together, feeling the other jolt and squirm, sharing in our exclamations of pain and pleasure.

Trey goes back and forth, fucking one of us, punishing the other. Minute by minute, the buzz within my core builds towards a crescendo. I can tell both Trey and Tracey are getting close, too.

"If you're...gonna cum...do it...in that whore!" Tracey gasps. "She's on the pill. I'm...not!"

"Yesss!" I exclaim. "Fill my poor little pussy! I want to drip with your seed!"

"You girls sure?" Trey grunts. He thrusts particularly hard into Tracey, eliciting a sharp cry from her. "You...don't want my baby?" Laughing, he returns to my cove. I push back against him, trying to take as much as I can. My pussy clenches, milking his cock. I'm almost there. He's almost there...

"Hey, what's going on back here?"

The spell is broken. Trey withdraws his cock from my pussy. My ardor diminishes. Still feeling dazed, I turn my head to see who the speaker is.