Oasis Pool Club Ep. 01 Pt. 1bytanyastoes©
It was hot that summer -- the hottest in recent memory. The intense heat, however, was not why the Oasis Pool Club was so popular. At a glance, the pool club was like any other: a nice clean pool, a sauna and massage rooms, and a relaxed atmosphere. Look a bit closer though and some things may see slightly off: the lifeguards are all females between the ages of 18 and 26. They all wear skimpy bikinis instead of the standard lifeguard one-piece. The members are all middle aged men. The pool is completely deserted almost all of the time. Look even closer: all of the dirty towels going into the laundry are dry and crusty. The showers have mirrors in the stalls. If you move the generic framed artwork hung at about waist height in the bathroom stalls, there are 3" round holes in the walls with stains around them.
In truth, this was not your average posh pool club. The members paid upwards of $10,000 per season pass for an all-you-can-fuck buffet. The men used the one-way mirrors in the showers to watch the lifeguards get naked. They used the bathroom gloryholes to have their cocks sucked and fucked by the lifeguards. They could get happy endings from the resident masseuse. Moans, grunts, and the slapping sound of flesh on flesh echoed off the walls of the coed sauna. There was even the occasional orgy there. Towels were used to wipe sperm from sticky faces, tits, pussies, and asses. The lifeguards were fed morning after pills each day to counter constant, multiple creampies. The girls didn't mind -- one month of lifeguarding in the prime season could fund a full year of tuition or a brand new car.
But, like all good things, the Oasis Pool Club was coming to an end. The Mayor, Vivian Johnson, had started a campaign against the club. There were tax errors and health code violations that she intended to use to close down the pool. Her final visit was scheduled for next week, which would be followed by a press conference where she would announce the pool's closing. They probably would be closed before their annual 4th of July blowout staff party.
Diane Dickson, the club's owner, sits at her desk frowning over copies of her old tax records. In the club's early days, she couldn't afford a tax professional and had done everything herself. Her inexperience in those first years had led to errors.
Diane had always been attractive and had caught the eye of men since her figure developed in middle school. She was blessed with good looks: slightly mousey with petite features, bright blue eyes, and a 1000-watt smile that could electrify a room. Her hair is jet black, long, wavy, and shiny. Her juicy, full lips match her shapely body: double-D tits, a slim waist, and a huge but firm, round ass.
She had opened the pool out of college over ten years ago and had built up quite an impressive business "lifeguarding" herself with the help of some friends here and there. Back then, with a trust-fund and a killer body, she opened the pool with a handful of members. Her intelligence and business degree on top of years of hard work had earned her a pile of money and a comfortable lifestyle, all by the age of 36. Now, the Mayor was threatening all of that.
Diane is still smoking hot -- more of a MILF now, although her body shows no signs of aging. Her massive breasts do not possess an ounce of sag and her tummy is just as flat as ever. Diane is wearing a deep V-neck shirt that accentuates her bulging cleavage. She takes off her glasses and rubs the bridge of her nose. As she puts the glasses back on, there is a knock at her office door.
"Come in!" she says.
Matt turns the knob and pushes the door open. He is tall and young with a slight belly, but powerful arms and chest. He had answered a "Help Wanted: Lifeguard" ad on craigslist. He had just finished his junior year in college and was looking for a summer job. Matt was hoping to score a gig where he could spend his summer ogling MILFs poolside. Now, opening the door marked "Office", he is met by probably a very attractive older woman. Despite her demure appearance, she might be the hottest woman he has ever met.
He shuffles forward nervously, resume in hand.
Diane speaks first. "Hi, you must be Matt. We spoke on the phone, I'm Diane," she says smiling and extending her hand.
"Nice to meet you, Ma'am. I brought my resume," he shakes her hand firmly, gaining confidence in her warm smile and inviting eyes.
"Please have a seat, Matt -- and please don't call me Ma'am," she laughs casually, taking the resume. "Everyone here calls me Miss Dee."
"Ok, thanks Miss Dee." Matt sits and tries not to look directly into Diane's deep, inviting cleavage. Smiling and maintaining eye contact, Matt can feel his cock stirring with arousal. He is wearing a t-shirt and board shorts, as a swim test is customary in lifeguard interviews.
Diane notices a slight lurch in Matt's crotch, but ignores it, scanning his resume. "Let's see... CPR and first response certification, mmm hmm... 3 years experience, ok..." she reads aloud.
Matt's mind wanders. He watches her thick, red lips, not listening to her words. They are so shiny, I wonder how those lips would feel wrapped around my-
Another abrupt knock at the door.
"Yes," Diane answers. Matt hears the door open.
"Hi Miss Dee, you wanted to see me?" a chirpy female voice says from behind him.
Matt turns to face her. Standing in the doorway is a tall, leggy blonde in a tiny white bikini. Her perky, round breasts are barely covered by the tiny triangles of her top. There is a red plus over one side of the top. She smiles with her hands on her slim waist and, as she tilts her head, her ponytail falls to one side. Her tan skin and cute face remind Matt of the girl next door.
"Brittney, I want you to meet Matt," Diane says, rising. "Matt, Britt here is our head lifeguard."
Brittney steps into the office beaming at him. He half-stands to hide his erection and meets her grip with his. Matt's cock has responded to this gorgeous, mostly naked coed. She looks to be about 18 and he likes what he sees. The textured fabric of his board shorts rubbing against the naked head of his dick isn't helping.
"Nice to meet you, Matt -- you don't hafta stand," Brittney says. Matt gratefully returns to his chair.
"Ooops, I guess you are adjusting to the AC in here," he says, staring shamelessly at her nipples poking at the thin white fabric.
"Oh, my nipples are always like that," she says as she playfully squeezes his shoulder.
"Britt, I am interviewing Matt here for our new lifeguard. Would you mind showing him around?"
"No problem!" she chirps. "Come on, Matt," she grabs his hand and leads him out of the door. Looking back, he catches a fleeting glimpse of Diane as he walks out. She seems to be looking at his crotch and smiling. Looking down, Matt notices his blatant erection bounce with each step.
Brittney sees him and says, "I guess you are adjusting to the scenery in here." They lock eyes, then she descends the stairs ahead of him.
He watches her ass jiggle with each step. "Oh, so you noticed?"
She half pauses and smiles back at him. His bulge is at eye level to her on the steps. "You'll put someone's eye out with that thing!" She bounds down the rest of the steps, continuing down the hall.
Matt follows. "What can I say, I really like your suit."
In the hall, there are two doors -- one with a bikini stencil and one with shorts.
"Ok, silly Mr. Matt. These are the locker rooms. You aren't allowed on my side and I'm not on yours, so head on in, take a look around, and meet me by the showers." She winks at him and pushes through the door marked with a bikini, disappearing.
Matt enters the men's room. He looks around as he strolls through. There are a few dingy stalls and sinks, then a locker room/changing area with benches. Finally, he comes upon four shower stalls in a row. They share a common partial wall with the mirror image women's showers on the other side. The partial wall allows you to see the person's head and legs in the adjacent showers, but blocks their mid-sections. On the shared walls, Matt sees what look like mirrors in each stall, except instead of the reflected image, he could see right through into the women's side.
Suddenly, a shower bursts on at the end of the row. He looks to the end and sees Brittney smiling and waving to him.
"Its just so hot today, I need to cool off," she says. As Matt approaches, he watches her undo the ponytail and shake out her long, honey-colored hair. He steps into the stall across from her as she dips her head into the spray. Water cascades down her body and he watches it soak her tiny white bikini through the one-way mirror. Every contour of Brittney's body is visible through her wet, transparent suit.
"I like these mirrors," he says, making no attempt to hide the fact that he is staring at her body.
"Can you help me with this?" Britt says, turning her back to him and collecting her hair over her shoulder.
Matt steps to the wall and sees the back of her bikini top tied in a neat bow. "You want me to untie this?"
She giggles. "Of course, silly. I can't reach."
He shrugs, then reaches over the wall and tugs on the string. The fabric pulls with the weight of her tits, then relaxes as her round C-cups bounce free.
"Thanks, now back to your side, silly boy -- no peeking!" She wags a finger at him and he steps back.
She lifts her top over her head and turns to face him. Brittney is standing in the shower topless letting the water run down her chest as she passes her fingers through her hair. Matt can see her head and shoulders over the wall. He lowers his gaze and can clearly see her heavy, dewdrop-shaped tits through the mirror. They are tanned light brown with pale triangles over her nipples where her top left tan lines.
Ogling her young breasts and her pretty pink nipples, he thinks, "She must know I can see her..." One hand involuntarily drops to feel his dick over his shorts. He has formed an obvious tent.
"What about you, aren't you gonna cool off?" she asks coyly.
"Nope, I'm good," he says, squeezing his shaft through his shorts. He can feel it throbbing as he watches her turn back and forth in the spray. Her perky boobs jiggle slightly and water drips from the bubble-gum-colored tips. Her hands come up her ribcage and she squeezes her ample tits together. Water pools in her naked cleavage, then plops out.
"Oh come on, you must be getting hot," she holds her tits and bats her eyelids.
"Damn, Britt, you are so fuckin sexy!" he says, practically drooling. She steps toward him, resting her elbows on the wall. Her young boobs press against the mirror. Matt watches as they flatten, becoming bigger and rounder.
She giggles at him. "Matt, do you have another stiffy?"
He realizes she is looking in his stall. "Well, yea. Watching you has got me rock hard..." he says, practically whispering now.
Brittney's eyes drop, followed by her jaw. "Holy shit... look at the size of that thing..." She is staring straight at his bulge, which he is gripping. "I thought it looked big before but, wow..."
Before Matt realizes what is happening, Brittney drops to her knees and crawls under the wall into his stall. Crouching below him, she puts both hands on his waistband and curls her fingers inside. Her eyes rise to look up at him.
"Brittney, are you sure you should-" in mid-sentence, she pulls hard and his shorts drop, bunching at his feet.
Brittney's eyes widen and both hands cover her mouth as she sits back on her haunches. Bobbing inches from her face, Matt's massive tool juts out at her. She looks up at him, then back down at his plum-sized head. It seems to be looking back at her through its one eye.
"I... I..." she stammers, transfixed. Under her breath, she mutters, "Wait til Miss Dee sees this one..."
"What was that?" Matt fires back quickly.
"Oh, nothing-its just so big," she says flatly as she wraps both hands around his shaft.
He closes his eyes, sighing as she grips him. He can feel more blood rushing into his dick head as it swells toward her gaping mouth. "Do you like my cock, Britt?"
She feels his thick shaft throb in her hands. They look so tiny wrapped around his girth. Brittney can feel his pulse in a puffy blue vein running along the top of his length. "Wow, Matt. I can barely put my hands around it." Her eyes rise to meet his. "Your dick is really big," she says, almost chuckling. She starts sliding her wet hands back and forth, getting his shaft wet and shiny.
"God Brit, that feels amazing." Opening his eyes, he looks down at the gorgeous blond kneeling below him, gently stroking along his length.
"I'm going to try to suck it," she again makes eye contact.
Matt nods, placing one hand on her head encouragingly.
Brittney opens her jaws as wide as she can and sinks his firm, soft head past her lips onto her tongue. Matt moans softly. Brittney stares straight ahead and breathes through her nose as she shifts her head forward. More dick slides into her mouth. Her lips stretch to accommodate his width.
She continues to slowly stroke her hands back and forth. In rhythm with them, she slides her mouth back and forth. When her hands move toward his tip, she leans forward. Her hands meet her lips about half way. Brittney pauses with 6 inches of Matt's wide 12 inch tool buried in her mouth, straining.
"CCCCKKKK!!!" she sputters, saliva spraying onto his shaft. Her mouth retreats as she catches her breath.
"Wheeew, Brit. You are a really great cocksucker!" he says, a bit louder than he meant to. He realizes suddenly they are in a very open room.
Brittney spits harshly on her palms, then grips his shaft again. Matt looks down as she sticks out her tongue and slaps his large head against it, making a wet sound.
-PLAP- -PLAP- -PLAP-
He reaches behind her head and lifts, gripping her blonde mane. At the same time, he shifts his hips forward. His large, cherry colored head parts her lips, then stretches them wide with his meaty shaft. This starts Brittney in a rhythm.
"Mmmm," Matt sighs as she takes over.
Stroking his length in rhythm with her mouth, she continues, making eye contact and batting her eyelids.
The men's room door bursts open and Matt freezes, although Brittney doesn't miss a beat. She continues working back and forth on his stiff dick.
A man in a bathing suit casually strides toward him. Matt knows he must see that someone is crouching in the stall with him.
The man waves and smiles knowingly. All Matt can do is nod awkwardly. The sounds of Brittney's slurps echo on the walls as the man passes out of sight. Matt turns to look back down at her.
The young lifeguard is intently focused on servicing his sizeable cock. She pumps both hands in time with her bobbing head, back and forth. Then she begins to hum happily with her eyes turned up to him. Brittney seems knows exactly how to perform a blowjob, working him to a climax quickly. Her enthusiasm and focus heighten his pleasure.
"Britt, I've been turned on all afternoon. I have a big load and I REEALLY need to cum." His eyes lock onto hers. "Once I start cumming, I need to you keep stroking, no matter what. Can you do that for me?"
She nods without breaking her downstroke. Matt settles back on his heels, relaxing. He looks down at her pretty blonde hair and enjoys the feeling of her tongue on the bottom of his head. He can even feel his vein throbbing against the top of her mouth as the tip of his dick almost completely fills her mouth. Matt watches her hands pump his shaft toward her stretched, eager lips.
"Mmmm, that's it..." he sighs. His balls tighten as they bounce against her wrist. He places his hand on her shoulder for balance. She looks up at him. "Are you ready?" he asks. He feels a gush of precum leave his tip.
She leans forward and nods as he gushes. It catches her by surprise, right in the back of her mouth. She recoils from the velocity, then gags from the taste as his precum trickles onto her tongue.
"GGGGGHHHH!!" she coughs, still stroking with a tight grip.
"I'm going to cum," he says flatly. Matt's cock begins to twitch. His head swells in her mouth as she recoils from gagging and her lips back off his tip.
The first stream fires out thick and fast - it splatters onto Britt's face and over her right eye, hanging thickly in the eyelash. Her grip slips off of his shaft. Matt quickly grabs his shaft and strokes it purposefully. As Brittney catches her breath, he pumps out one... two... three more wide white strands across her face.
"Uh... uhhhh.... Uhh..." he grunts raggedly with each jet.
She recovers, putting both hands by his one. She grips his pulsing cock hard and drives her mouth over his head. They pump his shaft in unison.
Spuuuurrt. Brittney tastes another surge, then another. She giggles open-mouthed as Matt finishes cumming, covering her tongue.
Matt has to laugh. Looking down, he sees a mess of a teenage blonde. Her tits are out and she is kneeling in a dirty shower with a thick cock buried in her lips and thick strings of cum lining her face. She blinks up at him through cum-heavy eyelashes. He shudders and spurts his final jet into her mouth.
"Aaaahhhh..." Matt sighs.
She moves her head back, letting his cock head slip from her mouth. "Nnnnggghhh" she moans, sticking out her tongue.
Looking down, Matt sees his white sperm pooled on her tongue. Brittney closes her mouth, then closes her eyes and swallows.
She opens her eyes and mouth, showing him a clean tongue. Matt leans forward and wipes his head on her tongue. "Aaaaahhhhh... ha ha ha he he he" she kisses his head. "Wow." Brittney shifts back to sit on her heels. "Look at all this cum! You weren't kidding about the size of your load." She looks exasperated as she wipes her eyes.
Matt watches a blob of jizz hanging from her chin. It sways as she speaks, then drops onto her chest, oozing between her perky tits.
"Britt, I gotta say, you worked it out of me. I mean, I was horny after meeting Miss Dee, but you really suck cock like a champ." Brittney pulls his shorts up and he tucks his dick inside.
"You caught me by surprise, Matt." She ducks back over to her side and puts her face into the shower stream as she stands. "That first shot hit the back of my mouth and I lost it. I mean I like the taste of cum, but yours was such a strong shot and really thick texture." She wipes his semen from her face and chest. "Sorry I lost my grip."
"Brit, you blew me really hard. I could tell you were really into it. Don't be sorry for that performance -- I don't always cum quite that much volume. You should be proud of that." Matt continues watching her.
"Thanks." She smiles and pulls her bikini top back on.
Matt reaches across and ties it obligingly. Even covered, the wet white fabric leaves her young breasts mostly visible. He can clearly make out her hard nipples through the top.
She pulls her wet hair back into a ponytail and ties it. "Are you ready to see the rest?" she chimes, turning off the shower.
Matt nods and they head out of the open-air exit to the pool area.