After an hour or so of fun and frolic in the pool, Auguste, Lisa, and Naomi lie on the deck, the warm sun overhead. And not just the sun. “What’s that?” Naomi asks.

“My pesky neighbor’s drone,” Lisa says. “I’m pretty sure it has a camera.”

The drone buzzes low over Naomi’s bare body.

“It has good taste,” Lisa comments. “Seems to prefer girls to boys.”

Naomi chuckles. “Do you feel like a third wheel?” she asks Auguste. “Neglected?”

Auguste says, “No, if I were the drone I’d feast on you and Lisa, too. Drones are guys, after all.”

Naomi says, “Yeah, but after they mate, don’t they...?”

“Indeed they do,” Auguste confirms.

“So I’m glad you’re not a drone,” Naomi says. She gives Lisa a meaningful look. “Time for a feast?”

While the drone circles, Lisa and Naomi share Auguste’s cock.

“You know what I’m thinking,” Lisa says. “That pesky drone needs to be taught a lesson.”

Together Lisa and Naomi bring Auguste to the brink of orgasm. Then, at just the right moment, they trigger the climax.

Auguste’s ejaculation smacks the drone head on, confusing it sufficiently that it crashes into the swimming pool, where it sinks ignominiously.

Later, after they’ve revived Auguste and fucked him almost senseless, Lisa and Naomi will retrieve the drone and hang it from the clothesline to dry.