The Lifeguard and the Visitors -

Literotic asexstories – The Lifeguard and the Visitors by AlexFourways,AlexFourways
What will she do with her discovery in in the changing room?

This is a stand-alone story. It is written for the YAY TEAM: The Sex & Sports Author Organized Challenge 2024, but ironically it could also have been a contender for the Workplace one, not that it was anything more than a title and a vague idea at that time!

Thanks to other authors for their assistance in refining this story in various ways. Do yourself a favour and check out:-

Fixer43’s stories. Initial review and help with technical details

FreyaGersemi’s https://literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=7564050″> stories. For what we thought was a final read and polish!

RunSilentRunDeep’s href=”https://www.literotica.com/authors/RunSilentRunDeep”> story. For a fresh look at some of the descriptions of the location and the action.

This story is fiction, and you are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish but all characters are 18 years old or older and are happy with the events. Events, medical, and biological descriptions are not intended to be accurate or diagnostic so please don’t flame me on that account. Again: This story is fiction.

As with my other 1x: stories, there is an intro, ‘Who Am I?’ and a concluding ‘For those who like closure.’ There is also an ‘If anyone wonders’ section, where I try to address some things that I think might come up in comments, but it might generate more! But you can skip all of those if you are in a hurry, or don’t care.

Note:- this happens in the UK and responsibility for public sports centres may be different from that in the USA. See last item in ‘In case anyone wonders…’ if you think anything sounds wrong to you.

Who Am I?

My given name is Veronica; oh my, which century were my parents born in?! As a result I am Ronnie to my friends, actually to everyone but payroll, the Bank and the like.

I’m twenty-one. I’m also a fully trained fitness instructor, judo instructor, lifeguard, sports masseur, first aider and dogsbody at the Council Sports Centre and Pool. It’s expensive to run swimming pools, of course – Council would love to close the pool, because it is so expensive. In fact, the six other centres in the City run at a loss, largely because of their pools.

But our pool is not as expensive as theirs. For one thing, it’s smaller. Unlike some pools that are built for competition swimming, it doesn’t have a huge deep end for diving. The smaller water volume means smaller bills. For another thing, we have managed to cram enough exercise equipment into the other rooms in the Centre that we’ve been able to break even!

I’m especially glad because our pool has proved to be especially popular among the Council’s pools. It is basically designed for leisure, such as aqua aerobics and swimming classes, and for water sports. Our rising floor allows it to be set at a water depth to suit the scheduled activity. Swimming for leisure can use the shallower depth of three to four feet. Those playing water sports can use the maximum depth of a bit over six foot.

This is why we are the home of the City’s water polo team. In fact, we often get visiting teams who want to use our pool for their practice sessions: the design of their own home pools are not best suited to water sports.

The Lifeguard and the Visitors

So tonight, after the pool closed for the public, we were host to a competition in the men’s league, between our local team and our historic rivals down the coast. Their town was only made into a City twenty years ago so they are generally looked down upon as upstarts. After all, ours had celebrated its Centenary over a decade ago. As usual, our team used the men’s changing rooms and the visiting team used the women’s rooms.

I was on hand to be the first aid and rescue team should anyone get injured, so I was dressed in my red on piece swimming costume, with its white LIFEGUARD logos front and back. I was wearing the black shorts but the red ‘logoed’ long sleave top was in my locker.

We had to put out eighty chairs for spectators before the match, and guess who had to put them away afterwards. Fortunately, the teams stepped up and retrieved the goals from the water, as that was a wet, multi-person job.

The only other person on duty after we closed was Mandy, the assistant manager. She finished her work half an hour after the last gym session, which was also when the match ended.

I had been on duty during the whole match, and after, so I went off to get a drink and snack from the vending machines. As I hadn’t got wet, I didn’t change. I would do that at home once I grabbed my bag from the staff lockers upstairs.

Actually though, I had become a bit wet watching twenty-six fit men dressed in tight swimming trunks and caps. Especially the twelve subs who were cheering their team on and showing their bulges that bounced as they moved and jumped. So after the match had ended, while attending to a call of nature, I had stripped off and worked myself up into a bit of a personal two finger tango bliss. Once I had finished I put my costume back on, then my shorts hiding the damp spot!

As a result, it was a little while after the end of the match, and well after the teams and the spectators had left, before I set about putting the chairs away. I had barely started when Mandy looked in. “OK Ronnie, I’m off, the doors are locked so use the button to exit, but you will need to set the alarm and kill the remaining lights.” And with that she left me to my work.

Now I was left alone in a deserted facility, hulking chairs around. As I took some past the women’s changing room, I heard odd sounds coming from there. I dismissed it as something for maintenance to worry about. I wanted to get the chairs shifted and done so I could go home and watch something mind-numbing on the telly.

Chairs all away, I stood there in the pool hall with the sound of the air conditioning and pumps and there were still some noises from the women’s changing room that we had repurposed for the away team. Well, I’d have to investigate. If something was up, like the idiots leaving hair dryers on, and if I didn’t report it, I’d get the blame. Rather than wade through the footbath, and have to remove my trainers, I switched off the pool hall lights and went to the dry entrance. I shrugged my shoulders and went in.

As I entered, I discovered two things. First, I saw three naked men. Two were having a wet towel fight, and the other one sat on a bench recording it with his phone as a video. I recognised them as being on the visiting team – obviously! I stood there dumbfounded.

Second, I realized that one of them was talking. “Here is our sexy siren! What kept you, gorgeous?” He had been recording his mates; and when he looked at me, I recognised him as Jim.

Now, many visiting players had flirted with me from time to time, but I had done nothing to encourage them. These three – as if it wasn’t enough that they were from the opposition, they were from ‘that other so-called city’. If I had as much as smiled at them, I would never have heard the last of it from our own polo team. Even my workmates would have weighed in.

But I had to admit these three were serious beefcake with some interesting packages that were visibly responding to nothing more than my presence. Then Jim stood up and I realised that either he was turned on by men, or he hadn’t been filming them after all – he had been watching porn – as he had a full-on hard-on.

And it was impressive! Enough to turn a woman’s head, maybe – but my practical mind cut in. “What are the three of you still doing here? We’re all finished here, everybody’s gone. I’ve got to lock up.”

Ed, the stockiest of the three, nearly six feet tall and with blond curly hair, walked over to me, took my hand, and backed me against the door. Looking into my eyes, he said, “As Jim said, we’re here waiting for the sexiest lifeguard on the south coast. We like what we see. The question is, do you?”

I stiffened up and spoke between clenched teeth. “I’ll warn you. I do Judo and self-defence.”

He dropped my hand immediately and raised his, as if surrendering. “Oh, we don’t want to pressure you. That would be no fun. But we wouldn’t mind sharing some pleasure with you. If you are interested.” Glancing down, he smiled very slightly and added, “It seems your nipples are.”

I looked at the three of them standing there, and all of them were also standing proud, especially Jim. I stepped past Ed, planted myself in front of Jim, and demanded: “Show me what you are watching!” Now Jim’s cock was, at a guess, about seven inches, fairly thick, circumcised with a bit of an upward curve. Oh, he was the tallest at probably six and a half foot, lean but muscled, with dark spiky hair.

He stretched out his hand, offering the phone to me as if that would protect him. I don’t think he knew that it would actually make it easier for me to throw him. I turned the screen towards me. I saw that it was clearly a porno: you don’t see a woman being spit roasted on Netflix. The other thing I saw was that the woman’s hair and body had more than a passing resemblance to mine. So that was their fantasy! I wondered… Could it be mine?

I realised my body was reacting to the naked men, their clean musky scent, and the video. I gulped, I thought about my empty flat, my lack of male company recently, how hard my nipples were, and how wet I was getting between my legs. I realised that they were offering me the fantasy that had been quietly playing in my mind watching the match.

I looked around the changing room, all hard benches, tiled floor, lockers and coat hooks, not very enticing. Most of the gyms, upstairs and down, were full of equipment, so tightly packed that the instructors complained about the lack of gap between them. I thought about the Studio Gym upstairs, with its yoga mats, and smiled. Then I remembered the Studio Gym’s full height windows facing the backs of houses with a potential audience – and the smile vanished.

I had another think. Got it. “OK, guys, let’s take this to the Physio Room and see if you can live up to your hype!” That room had two padded physio tables. It was always warm, it had towels and oils – and no windows! I’d have to go up there to get my bag anyway.

The smiles on their faces and the sizes of their cocks showed they were in agreement, so I headed out through the door. I flipped off the changing room’s lights, and smiled hearing them scrambling to grab their bags by phone light and follow me before I vanished. Turning off the corridor lights, I strode into the foyer, hearing the guys hurrying barefoot after me, and headed for the stairs. I realised that if anyone had been in the carpark they would have had a good view of me being pursued by three naked horny men – and that amused me.

At the foot of the stairs in the foyer, I switched the lights on and power-walked my way up the wide steps. Now I walked so quickly that they were getting breathless behind me. I got a thrill from their eagerness. Turning on the lights for the upstairs corridor and passing the gym doors, left and right, I headed towards the staff lockers – and the door to the Physio Room.

I unlocked the door with the code W1234Z, and as I opened the door I switched on the light with the pull-cord. I stopped in the doorway, looked at the two physio tables, and my mind began to visualise the possibilities offered by the tables’ features: for example, variable height, and three-part articulation.

At that point someone came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. I turned my head and saw it was Ollie. He started to kiss the back of my neck and ease my swimming costume off my shoulders. He was a sort of halfway between the other two in height, build, and hair – straight brown. Oh yes, I do remember. I happen to be very good at names and faces, once told I never forget, and it also works with voices. And cocks.

“Get a room!” Joked Ed, out in the hallway. “We’re getting cold out here!” And so I snapped out of the brief paralysis brought on by Ollie’s attention. I headed straight to the shelves, where I could find the tray with the massage oils. I put it on the worktop, where it would be easy to get at. In the course of that, of course, the shoulder straps that Ollie had tried to pull down had slid back up.

Then somebody came up behind me again. This time a pair of hands came around and cupped my orbs over my costume. He ran his fingers over my excited nips. “Oh,” said Ed, “from the feel of these your costume should be coming off, not back on.” And with that he stood back and suddenly he pulled the shoulder straps down my arms which I pulled free and he stopped when it was bunched around my shorts.

Ed turned me around and dropped his head to my left nipple. Without hesitation, he sucked it in. He ran his tongue around it before getting more adventurous with his technique by starting to work on my right one. I reached down and found his swollen cock and it certainly felt nice, a large glans well clear of the foreskin that I started to stroke. I heard the motors on one of the tables running.

Suddenly somebody else’s hand was hooked into my elbow. That fellow turned me around so I was facing the room. Ed and I had to let go of each other. Now Jim was in front of me, pressing me backwards. In a few steps, the edge of a table caught me just below my bottom. Assisted by Ed and Ollie, I rolled back onto the surface. Jim dropped some towels on the floor. Then he reached for my waist, where my costume was bunched up, and stripped it and my shorts completely off me.

At that point, I clamped my legs together and pushed Ed and Ollie away. “Let me make this clear, I could easily have you all lying on the floor, groaning, and not in a good way. So what I say goes. OK?”

They looked stunned but nodded. “I need to hear you say, ‘What you say goes Ronnie’. OK?”

They said in unison. “What you say goes, Ronnie.”

“Pleased to hear it. So my rules are. No restraining me. No biting: If you do, I will bite back and you’ll see blood. If I say ‘Red,’ then all of you stop what you are doing. Immediately. If you don’t, you. Will. See. Red. If I say ‘Yellow,’ then ease off, as in ‘go gentle.’ Understood?”

They said in unison. “Understood Ronnie.”

I smiled, I spread my legs and put a hand behind Ed and Ollie’s necks, pulling them towards my orbs. “Right lads, time for some fun!”

With that Ed went to massage my tits and dropped his head to suckle on my right nipple. Ollie avoided a head clash by moving to kiss me, but his left hand strayed to my tummy. Jim dropped to his knees and brought his head towards my partly shaved mons and in a low, sexy voice said. “What a pretty pussy you have Ronnie. I can see and tell, from your lovely scent, that you are excited.”

With that he lifted my legs over his arms and slid his hands down the inside of my thighs till they framed my pussy. With his index fingers and thumbs, Jim eased me open, and then his mouth met my lady lips. He ran his tongue up them from bottom to top, easing them wider and exploring my opening before probing my clit. I sighed, and my body told me I had made the right choice.

Jim broke off. While I was reaching my left hand down to his spiky hair to pull him back in, he said. “Oh Ronnie, you taste even better than you look and smell.” And with that he was back at it, with even more enthusiasm. I grabbed his head anyway. And I used my right hand to ruffle Ed’s curly hair to encourage him while he paid attention to my tits.

With Ollie French-kissing me as well, they were giving me about as much as I could take. In fact I was starting to get distracted by this sensual overload. Even Jim’s excellent eating of my pussy wasn’t getting me as close to an orgasm as I would have expected.

Then it all went wrong!

The door flew open!!

And there was a shout!!!

“GET OFF HER!”

And the men fled to the corners of the room.

—-

Mandy

After all the customers left I tidied the reception area, even though the cleaners would arrive in the morning. I switched off the lights, except the foyer and corridor, and went to the pool hall. I said goodbye to Ronnie and left – after a long day at the end of what had been a long week. But I had worked my thirty-eight hours over four days, so I could look forward to my long weekend. I had been surprised to see that Ronnie still had so many chairs to shift, but she must have taken a break after the match finished.

I knew she had no reason to rush home now that Eric had dumped her and she had kicked him out. The stupid man hadn’t worked that out! Granted, my home life wasn’t much better as all it featured was my two cats. Pretty sad for a twenty-five-year-old woman in the prime of life.

I got in, fed the cats, turned on the telly and thought I would check my emails on my phone. Er… where was it, well, in my handbag, but where was that? I checked my car and it wasn’t there either. Had I done the comedy classic of putting it on the roof and driving off? I couldn’t have been that daft. The only other option was that I had left it in the office, or at least I hoped. So – back in the car.

As I pulled into the carpark, I was surprised to see that the foyer lights were still on. There were cars parked there, used as overspill for the pub across the road, but Ronnie’s would be in the staff area around the back. As I parked there was a sudden flurry of fat raindrops on my windscreen, so I grabbed my golf umbrella in case it was tipping down when I came out. I used my card to unlock the staff door and went in, going straight to the alarm box. But it wasn’t set, so was Ronnie still here, or had she been forgetful?

What a relief, my handbag was in the office. I retrieved it, checked my phone, and stood in the foyer for a few moments. I didn’t hear anything except the building’s systems running, so I concluded that Ronnie had gone after all. I went to the entrance shaking my head at Ronnie’s failure to set the alarm and douse the lights, and I did both. As I was about to step out, I turned around and noticed that the lights on the stairs were on!

Oh, she had to go up to the lockers. In exasperation, I un-set the alarm and crossed the foyer, still dimly lit by the lights from the carpark. At the foot I flicked off the lights. Then I noticed that the upper landing lights were still on! I grumpily climbed the stairs, and once at the top I snapped them off. What the fuck! There was a pool of light at the far end coming from the Physio Room.

I stomped down the corridor, listening to my heart thumping in my ears, as I reached the door. I looked in.

Three men had Ronnie naked! They were holding her down on the furthest physio table while they molested her! I dropped my handbag, swung my umbrella, and shouted. “GET OFF HER!” It was a good job the second table was between them and me or I might have hit one of them. But all that waving around worked as they fled to three different corners of the room. It was then that I realised they were naked, too, with rapidly deflating cocks.

Ronnie sat up and turned towards me, sweeping her long brown hair off her face and smiled sweetly. “Mandy, thanks for the rescue, but it wasn’t necessary. I was enjoying that.”

Suddenly I felt so foolish, and lowered the umbrella. “Oh, sorry… I just assumed… three men…” Then it hit me, Ronnie was willingly going to get fucked by all three of them. I must admit they were hunky looking men who still seemed well equipped and were now recovering from the fright I had given them.

I looked back at Ronnie and smiled. “Why you horny slut! And I mean that in a jealous way.” I dropped the brolly and crossed over to her with the other table between us. “Way to go girl!” I looked at the hunks who were starting to smile. “I hope these men won’t abandon you now, so I’ll just be leaving and don’t forget the alarm.”

I turned to leave and she stood and leant over to grab my hand. “Mandy, no need to rush off. There is more than enough cock for us to share, and I’m sure they would appreciate a petite buxom blonde as well as a toned tall brunette.

I took another look at the men. They were looking at me with smiles and they were clearly interested in this development, if the reaction of their cocks was a gauge. As I made no effort to move, Ronnie said. “Mandy, may I introduce our entertainment for tonight. Jim, the tallest one with the spiky hair,” He gave a small nod and smile. “Ed, the shortest with curly hair.” He did the same but came forward to shake my hand, oh and to get a look down my cleavage. “and Ollie, well just remember straight hair,” He strode forwards to look down my top, give me a hug and a grab of my ass. “but I don’t think they will mind if you get them wrong.”

I was still in two minds about staying but my cats had been fed and there were two nice bare cocks inches from my hands. Jim came over behind Ronnie, and cupped her breasts and kissed her neck. She turned her head to kiss his cheek and calmly said. “You men will behave with Mandy, my rules apply to her as well.”

Jim replied. “Guys, same Ronnie rules. Red stop, Yellow ease off. Repeat it.” And they did just as my hands were brushing the two cocks nearest me. Suddenly it seemed real! I was going to get fucked tonight, and Ronnie would be there with me. Kinky.

I took a deep breath. “Sorry about the misunderstanding earlier, I’d like to make amends if you want me.”

Ollie, one arm still around me said. “Oh I wanted you when you came in as a warrior queen.” And with that he pulled me back to him and went in for a kiss which I reciprocated.

Ed moved behind me and whispered. “I think you are a bit overdressed.” And with that he started to unbutton and unzip my skirt which fell to the floor. Ollie must have taken a hint from what Ed was doing as he grabbed the waist of my stretch top and pulled it up. I raised my arms to let him remove it and it went flying. As soon as my bra was exposed, Ed unhooked it and it followed my top over my arms and across the room.

Ollie closed on me to resume the kiss, but Ed managed to get his arms around me. He put his hands on my boobs, or juicy melons, of which I am quite proud, and he was getting my nipples excited. Ollie had his hands in my locks, messing up my long blonde bob-cut whilst I ruffled his hair. I knew Ed was moving me backwards, but I didn’t care as I was enjoying myself.

Suddenly Ed let go and stepped aside, and Ollie lifted me onto the empty physio table. Once I was lying back on it, Ed grabbed my ankles and spun me around. Ollie resumed kissing me with his right hand behind my head, but with added boob fondling with his left.

At the same time as all this, Ed lifted my legs and pulled my panties off. I knew they were going to be damp with my excitement. I heard what sounded like a deep sniff and then Ed said. “Oh, so nice, have a smell Ollie, I’m going for the source.” With that Ollie broke the kiss and his left hand lifted off my melons and I saw him take my scrunched up panties and bring them to his nose.

“Oh, Ed’s right, you smell fabulous Mandy. I can’t wait for my turn. But now for your tits.” With that his mouth descended on my nearest nipple and he sucked on it and brought both hands to my boobs.

I felt Ed’s hands opening my pussy, and a vibration as the table lowered to better suit his attention to my most intimate place. When it stopped he brought his mouth and tongue there to kiss and lick me from the very bottom to my clit. That sent shivers of pleasure through my body. His fingers were also there, working on my petals and teasing the entrance to my vagina.

I realised that with the lowered table and Ollie leaning over me I could reach out with my left hand and claim his cock. It was nice and thick. I felt his excitement and massaged it in thanks. Ollie certainly knew how to pleasure a woman’s boobs. He was sucking on one nipple with his mouth and pulling and twisting the other with his fingers. I am rather proud of my nipples as they are quite large and get very firm when a man knows how to treat a lady properly.

Then I heard Ronnie moaning in pleasure and panting. I turned my head to see her not far away, on the other physio table. She was starting to arch her back as Jim was not only pleasuring her between her legs, but was using his hands to squeeze her pert tits and work on her nipples. And then she screamed and collapsed as her orgasm claimed her senses. I looked back at Ed’s head. I reached my right hand down to his wavy hair and pulled his face into my pussy, to give me the same pleasure as Ronnie had just had.

Jim said. “Ollie, if you want a taste of Ronnie, you need to come here now before she tastes of me.”

I gave Ollie’s cock a squeeze and he seemed to take the hint that I didn’t want him to leave. He briefly raised his head off my breast to say. “That’s alright Jim, I think Ed and I have our hands full with Mandy, here. We know this really started with your fixation on Ronnie. So go for it.”

Ronnie

I had barely come to my senses from a fantastic oral orgasm, one of the best I had ever experienced, when I heard what Ollie said. Jim has a fixation on me! And the others are willing to let just him have me! I don’t hear any objection from Mandy. I raised myself on my elbows to look at him, his face soaked with my juices, but also a sheen of sweat on his chest, looking like a Greek God. “Jim, do you want to fuck me on your own?”

He caressed my legs with long light strokes that caused them to jiggle, and he smiled. “Ronnie, it would be my pleasure and I hope yours.”

I glanced at Mandy and she seemed to be revelling in the attentions of the other two and had her eyes closed and was starting to gasp. I looked hard at Jim; his cock not visible but surely just oh so close to my opening. “But your video had me spit roasted. Isn’t that what you want?”

He almost looked embarrassed. “It’s one of the best vids where the woman looks like you, but, no, what I want is you, alone.”

As if on cue Mandy started to groan in the build-up to an orgasm. I had to be alone with Jim, in a less clinical space. My mind went back to the Studio Gym with its yoga mats. Hopefully if we kept the lights off, the same large windows would provide enough light for our lovemaking. Is it alright to leave Mandy on her own? I’m sure of it and I think she would prefer the privacy once the fucking starts.

I sat up so I could speak quietly to Jim. “Help me down. I want to try somewhere else. For privacy.” He gently lifted me down and accidentally his cock was between my legs and rubbed against my pussy, leaving it wet with my juices. He smiled and I returned it before leading him out of the room by the hand and across the corridor.

I entered the Studio and said. “Grab some mats and we’ll go to the stage.” Without comment Jim picked up several mats from a pile near the door. He followed me to the stage where I headed to the side near the windows. As if by magic, a gap opened in the clouds and moonlight streamed in, bathing my chosen spot in a romantic light.

Jim put the mats up on the stage and arranged them so that they would provide comfort for us. Then he lifted me up to sit on the edge of the stage. I heard Mandy scream and nearly went back, but realised it was one of pleasure and not pain, so I relaxed. “Now,” he whispered, “where were we?” I knew what he had in mind, but I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in for a kiss. And what a kiss! After a moment of hesitation, he joined me in a massive tongue lashing, breathtaking, devouring, deep kiss. All the time our hands were running up and down each other’s backs from hair to hip. I could get used to this.

I reached down to his cock that was waiting patiently, and I gave it some encouraging strokes. Remarkably, this was the first time I had touched it and it felt as good as it had looked. I shuffled my ass to the edge of the stage and ran his glans up and down my labia to get it juiced up. Then I pulled him into my tunnel of love. Jim gently lowered me onto my back.

I looked up at him and raised my legs around him, and we shared a smile as I used my arms and my ankles to urge him into me. He took the hint. With his hands on my thighs, he slowly but surely penetrated me, opening up my sex with his manhood. I had a little gasp as his swollen glans slid over my g-spot. He paused and pulled back with a frown on his face.

“It’s okay, Jim, just my g-spot enjoying you.” The frown vanished and his face lit up like when the cloud had revealed the moon. He resumed his push into my sex and I smiled as his glans hit the spot again, but this time he kept going until he was fully in me. I felt so full. He then started to pull back, way, way back and just as I thought he was going to come out, I felt his glans on my g-spot, causing me to gasp again.

Then he came back in, faster this time, and our bodies collided with a satisfying slap. I felt his balls hit my ass. He built up a nice pattern of thrusts, and by now they were great, but each time he also hit my g-spot. I reached between my legs and started to massage my clit. Jim took his right hand from my thigh and stretched out to play with my tits and tweak my nipples.

It didn’t take long before my already sensitised body rose to a moaning, shaking, screaming, sense depriving climax that eclipsed the earlier one. When my senses returned, we were both lying on the stage, me on my back and Jim on his side, gently stroking my body from tummy to tits, as my breathing settled. I moved my left arm, and it struck his rampant cock. I turned to look at him in surprise. “Ready already?”

He smiled. “I didn’t come. Though it was a close thing. Seeing you lose yourself in an orgasm was so erotic. But I would never come inside an unconscious woman.”

“Well, in that case… I will ride you until you come.” I sat up, pushed him onto his back, leant over and kissed him, or rather we kissed, and his hands roamed over me. I straddled his thighs and scooted up till my pussy lips were hard against his lovely rampant cock. His hands slithered up my sides and cupped my tits and with that I rose up and used my right hand to centre his glans back into the entrance to my tunnel of love and then proceeded to impale myself.

I started to rock back and forth to massage my clit on his pubic bone but also to feel his cock moving in my sex. I then started to rise and fall as his hands worked on my tits and nipples, and I felt another climax building. “Jim, I need you to come in me.” With that I laid on him and kissed him deeply and he started wildly thrusting from below.

In minutes I was right on the edge, trying to hold back as I didn’t want to miss the feeling of him giving his love to me. Then he gave a mighty groan and thrust as hard as he could, and I felt his cock spasm and the warmth of his come against my cervix. I met his groan with a scream of my own and came again, but this time kept my sanity as I rejoiced in him giving me his seed. This was the closest I had ever come to a simultaneous orgasm.

We laid there, him stroking my hair and us kissing gently and complementing each other on how much we had enjoyed what the other had done. Eventually I was getting cold and so I reluctantly peeled myself off him and said. “Jim, we must do this again, just you and me. And soon. Please.”

He smiled, his teeth glinting in the moonlight. “You don’t need to beg. Nothing would please me more.”

I leant back and we kissed again until I sighed and said. “Unfortunately we need to tidy up and find what the others are up to.”

Jim got off the stage and started to grab the mats. “Well, I know what Ollie will be doing, he’s really into buxom petite blondes and your friend Mandy ticks all those boxes. Oh, we will need some wipes for this one, we have made quite a mess.” And I giggled at that and headed off to the Physio Room, quietly, so as not to surprise anyone. Nobody was there, but the physio tables were pushed together and glistening from the use of cleaning wipes.

I grabbed the rest of the packet, my swimming costume, shorts, Jim’s clothes, and nipped back to the Studio.

We got dressed. Jim cleaned the mat. I went back to the Physio Room to put the lotions back on the shelf, and he helped me separate the tables before he picked up his bag. I retrieved a zip up top from my locker and we went down to the foyer. There was a handwritten note taped to the exit door.

Ronnie. Don’t forget to switch off all the lights and set the alarm.

I am taking Ollie home for breakfast. He says Ed has work in the morning.

I recommend you do the same with Jim!

Best forgotten phone ever.

Mandy XXX

Well… technically Mandy is on a higher grade than me so I took that as an instruction.

“Well Jim,” I said showing him the note. “should I take you home for breakfast?”

He had been reading it over my shoulder, so he hugged me around my waist and kissed my neck. “Oh you can have me for breakfast anytime, if I can also have you. I don’t have work tomorrow morning. And I live nearby. But you had better give me your address and phone number so I don’t lose you.”

I was surprised by the “lives nearby,” but delighted by the “have me for breakfast” with the naughty implications. So I gave him my address and followed the rest of Mandy’s instructions, before leaving the building and heading home with a big smile on my lips and a warm tingle between my legs.

Mandy

I heard the conversation about Ollie, Ronnie and Jim, and added my own contribution by squeezing Ollie’s cock. I caught part of what Ronnie and Jim were saying about fucking and a video, and I wondered whether this might happen right by my head. But then my attention was distracted as Ed slid two fingers into my pussy to do a combined assault on my clit and g-spot.

I closed my eyes as my orgasm built, and only had the capacity to think about what was being done to my pussy and boobs, but I was vaguely aware of movement. That must have been Ronnie and Jim leaving. My breathing was getting ragged and my climax was steadily building, higher and higher, waiting for some trigger. Then simultaneously Ed and Ollie sucked hard – Ed on my clit and Ollie on my left teat. I screamed out in what I think was the hardest orgasm I had ever had. No! I knew it was the best ever! It kept building as I spasmed. My senses failed me as lights flashed behind my eyes.

They were still gently teasing my body as I recovered. I had never had an orgasm that had taken my senses away like that, but then I had never had two men working only to pleasure me. Breathlessly I spoke. “Thanks for that guys… That was mind blowing.”

One of them replied. “Our pleasure.” Then their attentions ramped up again but I realised it felt different and then saw that I now had Ed’s blonde hair at my tits and so Ollie must have been feasting on my pussy. It felt really good, but I needed fucking. “Hey guys, ‘Can we skip to the good part’?”

Ed lifted his head as Ollie continued to work on my pussy, now inserting fingers like he was determined to bring me off before we changed. “What would be your pleasure lovely?”

I struggled to think. That was difficult with one man trying to drive you crazy with his mouth and fingers whilst another tweaked your nipples. It was then that it registered – I was on my own with Ed and Ollie. I also realised that I could not care less where Ronnie was. I would love a spit-roast but these tables are too narrow.”

Ollie broke off from sucking my clit. “If you want a spit roast I can move the tables together.”

I was starting to regret distracting them. I raised my body on my elbows to look at Ollie. “How? They are fixed down.”

He briefly looked down and shook his head and then straight at me. “Nah, they’re on castors with brakes. I’ve dealt with these before.” And with that he disappeared below table level. I heard a loud clonk, then another. Ollie’s head reappeared at the side of the other table and it dropped slightly to match the one I was on and he moved it to touch. He disappeared again and there was a pair of clangs before he stood and slapped the combined tables. “Your fucking-table request is at your disposal.”

I rolled over, keeping to the one table, and tried to shove them apart, but they were immobile. I crawled to the middle of them on my hands and knees, where there would be room in front of me and behind me. “Thanks Ollie! This seems to be just what we need. Who’s up front?” I hoped it would be Ollie, and it was. He leant over the edge of the table to give me a kiss before he climbed up and offered his cock to me.

Supported on my left arm I took hold of his offering, not overly long, but as I had noticed before, nice and thick. The head was clear of his foreskin and had a large drop of precum glistening, just ready for me to taste. So I did, and it was very much to my liking, so I opened wide and took the glans between my lips. Now I could suck and lick it whilst my hand pumped the shaft. He put both his hands on my head, but lightly and mostly stroking my hair.

Ed must have climbed up behind me as I felt my legs being repositioned and then the unmistakable feeling of a prick being slid up and down my petals to lubricate the head. With his left hand on my hip, I felt him press himself harder against my opening. I let go of Ollie for a moment, and reached back to guide Ed’s cock into my sex. It opened and widened, as he worked his member into me. And then I could go back to attending to Ollie.

Once Ed was balls deep in me, he started to thrust with long slow strokes. Ollie started to fuck my face, but I made sure he didn’t choke me. At first, they were doing their own thing but then they seemed to sync up, both pushing into me at the same time. Ollie went from holding my head to reaching down to hold my boobs and tweak my nipples, he was clearly a tit man.

Ed had both hands on my hips, but then his right hand reached under me and started to work on my clit.

Ollie then released my left boob and lent over, and I thought he was going to fall off, but he held on to my shoulder with his right hand and got steady again. What was that about? He let go with his right hand, but then his hands came back to my boobs covered in massage oil! The slippery sensation suddenly made me orgasm.

I had to pull off his cock as my orgasm struck and my left arm failed me. Ollie couldn’t hold me up by my slippery melons, so I dropped my head to between Ollie’s legs. Ed stopped thrusting but when my climax eased, he grabbed both thighs and started to hammer hard into me, once more.

I lifted my head enough to see that Ollie was now on his haunches and watching Ed’s plundering of my pussy, but he then looked down at me and we exchanged smiles. Somehow that increased the pleasure I was getting from Ed’s thrusting and I reached my right hand back to work on my clit that he had abandoned. Ollie helped me get my head off the bed and started to kiss me so I put my left arm around his neck for support.

Ollie reached down and started to work on my boobs and nips again, this time with more vigour, but then he let go!

Moments later his hands were back, dripping with fresh oil, and the renewed sensation was fantastic as my melons got squished and my nipples slid between his fingers and thumbs.

Now with Ed pounding my sex, and Ollie working hard on my boobs as we tried to eat each other’s faces, I was hurtling towards another orgasm. Next thing I knew, Ed moved his hands and gave my buttocks a double smack, before grabbing my hips again and upping his thrusting from hard to frantic.

He then drove his cock home and held me hard, and I expected to feel him come in me. But he suddenly pulled out and I felt the warmth of his cum splash against my ass and up my back. Ollie squeezed my tits and as his hands slipped down he caught and tugged my nipples. And I came again as I frantically strummed my clit. I froze in place while I rode my orgasm.

As my breathing settled Ed said. “Thanks Mandy, that was fantastic.” Before I could respond he slipped off the table and out of the room. He must have grabbed his sports bag on the way.

I went from kneeling to sitting on my haunches, just like Ollie was, and we remained hugging and kissing for a while. I mumbled into his mouth. “How do you want to take me?”

He kissed me again. “I don’t.” I pulled back in surprise, or was it shock. “I want you to take me, to ride me cowgirl so I can see your magnificent tits as you do.”

I laughed. “Magnificent tits is a new one. Normally they get called boobs or melons.”

He gave them a squeeze, the oil starting to dry and get tacky. “No they are Magnificent. Wonderful! Glorious! Superb… Melons!!, and I want to see them in all their splendour as they sway above me as you ride my adequate penis.”

I gave him a playful slap. “There is nothing adequate about your equipment mister.” He looked a bit hurt. “More like Delightful. Substantial! Outstanding! Mighty … Rogering Stick!!” And he looked proud. “So on your back my Rampant Steed, this pussy has places to go beyond the realms of sanity.” I have never seen a man move so quickly and I had to straddle him or risk getting knocked off the table.

Somehow the bottle of massage oil hadn’t got knocked on the floor so I put a little on Ollie’s cock and stroked it up and down to get him fully hard again. He offered up his hands and I squirted some on them, as I just knew he wanted to play with my Magnificents once we got going. I slid forward a little, rose up, and slid his beautiful glans back and forth along my petals before I lined it up on my sex and eased myself down.

Ollie’s cock was indeed substantial, maybe not over long, but mighty wide and I had to go slow to adjust my body to it. I was going to have this mighty piece of manhood in my pussy, and before I was even halfway down I was feeling my next climax waiting in the wings.

Even as ready as I was, fresh from Ed’s fucking, this was not something to be taken hastily, so I raised myself up and then down. It took several rises and falls, assisted by Ollie’s hands on my Splendids, before I had fully claimed my prize. I started rising and falling, rocking to and fro, and swirling my hips, stimulating my clit on his pubic bone as Ollie massaged my Wonderfuls and tried his best to milk me.

I was on the brink of my climax when I bent forward, put my hands on Ollie’s toned chest and rising up I groaned. “Ollie… pound me… roger me… make me come… and fill me… with your spunk.”

He smiled and raised his head for a kiss, so I leaned down and it was so soft and gentle. He replied. “Mandy, your command is my wish.” And with that he started to thrust up, slowly at first, but getting faster and harder. Soon he was slapping hard and fast into my willing pussy, and my whole body was tingling, and I was on the edge of a massive orgasm.

Ollie groaned and drove extra hard into me and when he dropped I fell with him. That pressure and his pulsing cock, as he shot his cum into me, was the trigger for my orgasm. I could feel my vagina milking him as my whole body shook and I laid on him and he held me and we kissed as we both basked in the afterglow of our orgasms, the first I had ever had at the same time as my partner.

I nearly dozed off but realised I needed to get up. Reluctantly, Ollie and I got dressed. Then we wiped down the tables. I realized that Ed was missing. “Er Ollie, where’s Ed?”

He looked around. “Well his bag has gone. I’ll check my phone.” He retrieved his phone from his bag and after a minute he said. “The message app says he is on ‘do not disturb’. So he must be driving home, probably has work in the morning.”

I suddenly felt sad that although it was just some mad sex, it was all over. “I suppose you will have to go as well?” I said hoping not too sound too sad or needy.

Ollie kissed me. “Actually, I am on late shift at the hospital if you want to spend some more time together. Thinking about it, I could do with some grub, I seem to be hungry for some strange reason.” And he winked.

“Well, we could go across the road or to a Maccy D’s. And I could offer you breakfast if you are interested in it.” I said more hopefully than expectantly.

Ollie pulled me in for a firm hug and a passionate kiss. “Oh you want me for breakfast do you?” he asked. “Sounds like an offer an innocent young man would do well to refuse from a wicked seductress.” I nearly worried that he was going to say no, but his tone and smile told a different story. “It’s a good job we are neither, well at least I’m not innocent.” And he squeezed my bottom.

We left the Physio Room and I looked for Ronnie. I thought I could see something on the stage in the Studio, so I surmised they were there.

Ollie and I went downstairs. I nipped into the reception desk and wrote a cheeky note for Ronnie. I used a post-it-note to stick it to the exit door where even she couldn’t miss it. Here’s hoping the cleaners wouldn’t see it! Then we left for the pub. We were just in time for a bar meal. When I went back to my car, I saw that the foyer lights were off and the note gone. So, I had been right in thinking that Ronnie was in the Studio.

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For those who like closure. (note you are free to ignore this or write you own, even share them in the comments)

Mandy found that Ollie was a porter at the main hospital in the other city and knew Jim through that. Since this night they have met up occasionally and are dating with occasional sex to see if there is something more than being able to press each other’s pleasure buttons. She never saw Ed again in a social context, but they were not embarrassed when they saw each other at the next match.

Ronnie and Jim were a different story. Jim was a trained ambulance driver and paramedic but had undertaken additional training and was now a rapid response paramedic and his ‘ambulance’ was a large estate car, with markings and lights. As part of the new job, he had joined the ambulance depot serving the old city, hence him ‘living nearby’.

Apart from finding each other attractive, and not just in the sack, Ronnie discovered that Jim was into dancing; Ballroom dancing. As it happened, so was Ronnie and being she was tall, had problems finding a regular partner.

Even better, he was an excellent dancer and his Argentine Tango nearly had her coming on the dance floor. Fortunately she didn’t, as that might have meant that they wouldn’t have won the County dancing competition.

Later that night they danced it again, but to avoid costume problems they avoided them altogether, and invented some new dance moves!

Still early days, but the prospects look good.

Love and Exercise, Ronnie and Mandy

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