I curb the pickup and yank up the parking brake, ratcheting it into place. The day is bright, canopied by a blue-skied morning, not a cloud in the sky. Even the fucking birds are chirping, the insects buzzing. This job’s a scam I think, all things considered, as I glance over at the ivy trained up the stone walls of the neighborhood pool club. The vines are an especially vibrant shade of green. I grab the fresh bucket of chlorine from the truck’s bed and, whistling to myself, stroll up to the gate and slip my key in the lock. But turning it I pause and frown. There’s splashing and sounds of laughter coming from inside, and that shouldn’t be.
Inside, I round the small kiosk-slash-admin office and sigh at what I see. “Girls,” I call out, letting weariness color my tone, “Hey, you, girls! Y’all having a good morning?”
“Oh shit!” they say, amid a mixture of giggling, “There’s someone here!” “Obviously.” “Quick, hide!” “Too late, dumbass.”
I set my stuff down and cross the twenty or so paces to the pool’s concrete lip. The water they’ve splashed out is steaming in the late morning glow, whistling quietly as it dries on the porous ground. The two young women huddle in the deep end where their feet can’t reach bottom, their wet heads just above the surface as they cling to the wall. I point. “So, sign over there says, pool don’t open til this afternoon.” There’s a grin-slash-grimace across my lips. “But then, I reckon you know that already, don’t you’s?”
“Maybe.” She’s brunette and, now that I’m closer, I can guess she’s maybe mid-twenties and annoyingly cute. It’s there to see, that smug playfulness which must get her both into and out of trouble. And between the water’s chop and my angle, I can’t quite tell, but her dark bikini seems awfully tiny, her pale white skin terribly bare. Definitely trouble. She flashes me a look and says, “Are you gonna arrest us?”
I must present like anything but an authority figure, with my tall and lanky self decked out in faded canvas shorts and a ratty tee emblazoned with the pool maintenance company’s logo — my logo, made from my initials. “Absolutely,” sarcasm unmistakable, “This is a capital felony you’ve done, breaking into a swim center. I take such matters with the utmost seriosity. Don’t expect any leniency from the judge, either.”
“Shit, shit, shit. Molly, why’d I let you talk me into this?” says her darker-haired friend, a rather more modest girl in what appears to be a metallic blue one-piece, a look of genuine concern coloring her features. And, the pervert in me can’t help but notice, she seems to have a eye-catchingly large rack tucked away snug.
“Relax,” the first girl — Molly, I guess — says to the second, yet leaving her gaze locked on mine, “He’s going to let us keep swimming.” Her eyes are large, dark, problematic.
“I am, am I?” Confidence is one thing, but this girl’s is false. I step in and kneel down close. “I got a job here to do, miss, and you being in the pool, well? That stops me from doing it. What is your proposal I should do about this?”
“We’ll leave, and then you’ll never see us again, I promise,” the friend says, “Molly, let’s get out of here, please.”
But Molly ignores her, and instead the slender brunette’s smile up close twists naughty, grows cocksure, and as she bobs in the water she pushes her shoulders back, puffs her chest out. “Surely a man like you has got some ideas.”
That arrogance is infuriating… so why, hidden away in my shorts, is my dick stirring to life? “Oh, I can think of lots o’ things,” I run my tongue over my teeth, glancing between Molly and her nervous friend, my cool holding steady, “Starting with a little lesson that just being cute little teases ain’t enough to put up with this crap. Get out.”
“And what if we don’t?” Molly says, but her friend is already climbing the ladder, avoiding my eye contact. The pool water drains down her curves, leaves shining her generous tits, a nice round ass.
I lick my lips. “Then I’m going to have to administer spankings to the both of you.”
The friend gasps, looks up at me with wide eyes. She ain’t short, but when I stand she shrinks back like I’m some giant beast.
Her innocence is endearing. “But you’re a good girl, ain’t you?” I say, “Not like your friend here. Not used to being in trouble.”
Her eyes dart back and forth nervously, arms crossed over her ample chest, shoulders hunched.
“Leave Chelsea alone.” Molly’s climbed up, and despite the top of her head not even reaching my chin, she stands proud and defiant, hands on her hips, wearing an authority she’s summoned from ego alone. “And get your eyes off her tits.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I grin, sliding my gaze up her slender self instead. Her bikini’s small enough there’s little left for my mind to fill in, and she’s got the toned tight little body to get away with it. There’s power in her, athleticism tucked away into her compact form.
“Drink it in, you sleazebag.” Molly puffs her chest out, dares me to ogle.
“But you like sleazebags, don’tcha.” Her tits fill the cups of her top well enough, the soft mounds making a V of cleavage for all to enjoy.
Molly regards me with disdain. “Like you’d even know what to do with a woman like me.”
It’s just an act, and I see through it, easy. “You think I ain’t know how to play this game? You like what you’re seeing in my tall ass but don’t like to admit it, and now you’re getting your cooch all wet thinking up an excuse to give yourself what it is you want. Go ahead then, we’re all alone here, I won’t stop ya none.”
The friend, Chelsea, reaches for Molly’s hand. “Let’s get back–“
“No, Chels, we’re staying. This is our day off, and we’re going to enjoy it. No matter what some random pool guy says.”
I reach for my phone. “You cause me problems and I will, in fact, call the manager.”
Molly steps closer to me. “No, you won’t.”
“And why would that be?”
“Cuz you’re projecting. You’re horny for us,” she says, twisting her torso all proud in the warm morning breeze, shimmering where the water catches the sun’s rays. Her eyes are dark and inviting and making me wonder if they look as enticing when she’s being fucked real good, how long I’d be able to hold back popping off under such treatment. “You want to get your cock wet but don’t have the balls to admit it.”
“Well, fuck,” I grin, “Maybe you’re right. Maybe you’re giving this old horndog a mighty big boner.” I scratch my jaw. “Still, even supposing you are, seeing as you ain’t going to do nothing ’bout that, I believe we’re done here, so why don’t you two be along now.”
“Yes, Molly, please, let’s go.”
But Molly ignores the tugging on her arm, narrowing her gaze as she scans me up and down. “Show me.”
“Show you what?”
“Your ‘mighty big boner,’ you dumbass.”
I shift my jaw, run my tongue over the teeth it contains, studying this girl. This young woman. Her friend with the curves don’t look interested, but Molly here seems game even as she’s pissing me off, and, hell, you only live once.
“Ohmigod,” Chelsea squeaks.
Molly frowns. “That’s not a boner.”
Shorts at my feet, I grin right back at her all proud. Not that she sees, staring at my crotch as she is. “But it is big, ain’t it?”
“Well, yeah.”
“And I’m guessing, you want it to be a boner, and you’ve got some notions ’bout how you might achieve such.”
“M-Molly,” Chelsea stammers, “Wha-what are we doing?!” She’s nervous, shy I guess, but no less able to pull her eyes from my unit than her friend. And she’s suddenly got her knees together, those thick juicy thighs pressed against one another all tight like she’s conjuring up visions of something.
I chuckle. “You seen one this big before, Chelsea? I’m guessing Molly’s been ’round some serious cock, but you’re seeming a little more… inhibited.”
“Repressed, more like it.” Molly steps up to me, taking my dick in her hand easy as that, lifting it up like she’s a butcher measuring a chop. It’s thick and veiny, tan against her palm’s white skin. Her fingers curl around it, studying its girth. “You shoulda seen her in college, at parties. She always kept going on and on about her boyfriend. They weren’t even fucking, he lived in a different state!”
“Molly!” Chelsea gasps.
The brunette turns her head over her shoulder to speak to her friend. “Oh, get over yourself. Come over here and check out this cock. You might actually learn something.”
“I can’t!” But clearly she can, as she steps closer, halfway hiding behind Molly as if afraid she’ll be stung, peeking over her friend’s shoulder.
I breathe out a sigh, my dick enjoying all the attention, stiffening in the girl’s palm. It grows thicker, heavier, bulkier with each passing heartbeat, soaking up even the mild pleasure from Molly’s minimal touch.
And she enjoys it, too, giggling and boastful, “I’ve been known to have this effect on cock.”
“Any other effects you been known to have?”
“Well, that remains to be seen, doesn’t it?” She looks up at me with a show of hiding her hubris, her bottom lip tucked into her teeth, while her grip closes around my shaft, sliding down its length to where it meets my balls. And when under my breath I groan, she chuckles, her swagger right back where she left it.
“Molly…” Chelsea says breathily.
“Yes?”
“It’s still getting harder.” The dark-haired girl I notice has begun grinding her thighs against one another, and a flush has warmed her cheeks.
I grin at her, at those genial tits squeezed so tightly into her shimmering blue swimsuit, at the hourglass curve from chest to belly to hip. “You can touch it, too, ya know. Plenty of cock there for the both of ya.”
Molly pouts, pushes her shoulders back and chest out, pressing her breasts into the fabric so that flesh squashes out around the sides. She accompanies this with a tighter grip on my cock, a pleasant tug and the quiet slicking of skin rubbing against bare skin.
“Didn’t take you to be the jealous type,” I say, licking my lips at the girls’ chests.
With faint breath, Chelsea admits, “She’s always been, really. Jealous of me, a little bit.”
“Whatever! I’m hot as fuck,” Molly rolls her eyes, “But yeah, you’ve got nice tits. Best rack in town, if I’m being honest. Would it hurt if you flaunted them a little?”
“I mean…” her words drift off, but she steps out from behind her friend, reaching for but not quite touching my swinging sac. “Why are they so big?”
“Grab ’em and find out.”
But she doesn’t. Instead her hand returns to her side, to her belly, to her waistline, down slowly down to where her legs meet, pressing into her metallic swimsuit as it goes.
“You’re such a horny bastard,” Molly hisses, suddenly releasing my cock only to slap it to the side. And simple as a shake of the head, she drops to her knees, ass on her heels, grabbing my dick properly, two delicate powerful arrogant fists gripping its girth, pumping away. My cock towers in her face, thick and dripping from the tip, and she eyes it with a mocking hunger.
I moan deeply, “You’re such a desperate slut.”
“Damn right I am.” She pulls my dick down to lick its massive head.
“Fuuuu-uck…” It’s incredible, the soft velvet of her bratty tongue lapping at my glans, and I’m finding my head throwing itself back. Her lips get in on the action, and I almost lose my balance when I feel this petite brunette sucking the first few inches of my meat into her mouth, her cheeks pressed outwards by my stiffy. Her gaze swivels up to meet mine, her big eyes captivating me with their proud contempt, their repressed lust. “That’s a good girl. Real fucking good. You’ve been trained real good, a proper whore.”
I expect to get slapped for that, but instead she’s pushing her face down, taking me in until I fill her mouth. She sucks with such power, pride giving way to an eager and excited and energetic craving. She’s massaging ecstasy into my shaft, using her tongue with such unexpected vigor. And when she pulls off with a cough it leaves beading strings stretching from cock to lip.
Which is when Chelsea swoops in, “Gimme that!” grabbing my dick and kneeling next to her friend. She’s taken my spit-slicked boner in her hand and starts bouncing it against her tits, smearing the mess onto her swimsuit. Precum oozes from me, streaking white splotches across the metallic fabric. And when she presses my dick against her melons, jerking me by gyrating her titmeat up and down, she looks up at me as if for approval.
But there’s only one real approval that counts, and I ain’t ready for that yet. “You want to know, don’tcha?”
“Know what?” she says modestly.
“What it feels like inside you. How horny’d you be riding massive dick. If you’re secretly a bigger whore than your friend here.”
Dark-haired big-titted pure-faced Chelsea eyes my throbbing reddened cock with trepidation, considering my words, wondering how far she dares go. After a minute of idly stroking my dick, thinking it through, she says, “No.”
“No?” I say.
“No?” says Molly.
“No,” Chelsea denies, having summoned confidence of her own, “I just want to make you cum and get back in the pool.” And with that, simple as if she does it every day, she opens her lips wide and doesn’t just suck on it but swallows me down, taking in my cock entirely. The tightness is magnificent, the bliss phenomenal, her dedication astounding. Her neck bulges with my girth.
Even Molly sits back in shock. “Holy fuck,” she mutters.
Me, though, I’m rendered speechless, jaw slack and brain fried, getting throated by this shy girl. How does she do it? Can she even breathe like this? Is she squeezing my balls now, too? Is she going to make me cum so quick?
But I manage to win out, somehow, seeing my cock slide from her lips inch by pulsing inch as she comes up for air. When at last I pop free from Chelsea, Molly pounces, taking my meat back into her fist, wringing the delight of her crazy grip into me from base to tip and back again. Stroking, she pushes my cock up and out of her way, leaning down to suck on my waxed balls.
“Fuckin’ hell…” I’m muttering, watching the dripping spit and strings of precum bead up on the girls’ hair, their faces, their swimsuits.
“Don’t assume I’m some prude,” Chelsea says, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand. Makeup smears down her cheeks, mixes in with the mess she’s made, “Just cuz I don’t act it.”
“Prove me wrong again.”
She suppresses a grin and takes my dick back from her friend, shoving me down her throat like it’s a sport, spinning and swallowing and holding herself down while my cock twitches and throbs and pulses inside her.
“Fuck, girl!” I groan loudly, “Fuck– fuck!”
The girls knows they’ve hit my limit, and they react quick, like they’ve planned it. My cock finds itself back in Molly’s fists, the tip resting on Chelsea’s outstretched tongue, and the two of them conspire to milk the compliance from me. The brunette’s pumping is relentless, Chelsea’s licking insidious, the hands squeezing my nuts a constant supplement. It all combines, makes the bliss inside me boil over and blind me, deafen me, send me to another planet. When I’m able to open my eyes, I see through the daze the enormous load of spunk flying from my cock, oozing into Chelsea’s open mouth, spilling from her lips and down over her tits still wrapped in shining blue swimsuit.
They wrench more and more semen from my soaring cock, already the heaviest cumshot I’ve blasted in years and still not finished. Molly giggles and pushes Chelsea’s face towards me, send my dick back into the once-shy girl’s mouth to be sucked clean. And Chelsea’s hands, despite her denial, have both found their way to her crotch where they grind away, squeezed between her thighs.
The roaring sound, I realize after a moment, is my own blood in my ears, and I can’t but stumble backwards, weak-kneed, finally finding a lounge chair to rest on. Head lolling, I sit in a fog watching Chelsea try not to masturbate, watching Molly looking at me with uncharacteristic yearning. Shaking my head returns some sense. “Thought y’all wanted back in the pool.”
“Well, yeah,” Molly says, unsure, “But…”
I can’t but grin. “Then c’mere, girl.” I pat my lap.
My thumb makes quick work of Molly, her shaved pussy already wet and eager for play, her clit impatient for my touch. All that earlier arrogance is forgotten, replaced by thirst. Chelsea stares, hand under her swimsuit as I make her slender friend writhe with orgasm.
“You missing out?”
She nods obediently.
“Strip.”
Even after all that’s occurred, I don’t think Chelsea’ll really do it. Her friend’s bikini I’ve yanked aside, yet Chelsea has remained messy but covered. She doesn’t even hesitate, though, shrugging out of the soiled swimsuit, letting those tits of hers bounce free. They’re even more glorious bare, big and bubbly and naturally perky in the way only a young woman gets, and by the time I’ve got her nipples dripping with my spit and her pussy soaking my fingers, my cock is once again a massively thick and stiff pole towering from my lap.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Molly says when I place her hand back on it. She shakes her head, stroking it once again, awe on her face.
I chuckle. “Thought you were done with me, didn’t you?” Molly’s handiwork is golden, but Chelsea gets herself down on all fours, ass up and pussy dripping. I never could refuse such an invitation. I kneel behind her deliciously round butt, feeling the heat of her arousal on my cock. I tease her with the tip, spreading her lips with gentle pressure up and down. She moans, drips in anticipation. And then, when the angle’s right, I push inside her, sighing with the sudden tight and blissful warmth. I pull back only so I can go in again, my cock angry for more, deeper deeper deeper with each thrust, waiting for her to tell me to stop, that it’s too much, that she can’t take such great fucking. She doesn’t do that, though, and I’m soon riding her steady and strong, using her pussy for my pleasure. “That’s a good girl,” I groan.
It’s like this chick’s built specially for my cock’s need, the way I fit inside her like a hand into a glove. Her glorious glutes invite me to unleash my lust, grabbing and smacking them with abandon. Her pussy lips stretch wide around my girth, my shaft rubbing against her clit with each thrust. Time and again I shove myself inside her to the hilt, feeling every silken turn of her pussy on my dick, and she just moans and wants more.
So I give her more, holding her down and riding her hard.
When Chelsea tenses and spasms and wiggles I wrap my arms around her and pull her up, squeezing her against my chest, a tit spilling through fingers of each hand while my erection still skewers her again and again.
“Fuck, look at you go, Chelsea,” Molly says.
“Make him,” The dark-haired girl’s voice is slow and dreamy and distant, barely distinct from her moaning. Her legs shudder, belly twitches, pussy tightens. I am so fucking completely inside her, pumping, pumping, pumping away.
“Make him what?”
Chelsea groans, loud, head rolling back onto my shoulder. “Cummmmnnnnggggg…”
Molly shrugs, “Ok,” just as I feel her palm against my nuts, her fingers clasping my swinging sac, now tugging it with each of my thrusts into her friend.
It’s good, but it isn’t making me pop.
Except Molly’s grip, I realize to my delight, is growing tighter, is starting to squeeze my balls with more muscle. The grin she flashes me is wicked, all the arrogance and swagger and ego back where it started, and I am slow to understand the sound I’m hearing is my own grunting made a rising and continuous growl. And as Molly’s hand constricts down to dominate my sac, it’s given the bliss of her friend’s pussy a powerful new potency, one which swells up inside me. “Harder,” I hiss.
With a raised eyebrow and a patronizing chuckle, Molly complies. And the world slips away behind a veil of ecstasy, the two girls coaxing my cock into another orgasm, a convulsing tower of pure animal satiation. Chelsea is weightless in my arms, the clench of her heat accompanied by Molly’s iron hold on my balls. And I feel it explicitly, the sudden sticky slickness of my seed pumping into pussy. Am I cumming for her? This curvy shy girl riding my cock? Or because of the condescending brat squeezing my sac? But the blissful daze of release melts away all thought, and when I finally start to go limp, I drop Chelsea down to again stumble backwards into the chair.
“Aww,” I hear Molly saying, vague and distant despite her hand on my sticky shaft, “I think you broke him.”
“You didn’t get enough?”
“Girl, I’m insatiable, you know that. But, whatever. Let’s get outta here, go find some more dick.”
Chelsea shrugs. “K.”
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