A tale of bisexual curiosity and craving, domination and humiliation. Huge penis worship and small penis ridicule. Group sex up to MMMFF. Sexual Gods and Goddesses, and sexual runts and skanks.
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Adventurous Rob
The Swimming Pool
Chapter One
Changes were happening at Ian's work. His department was being transferred to the Midlands office, which forced the decision of whether to relocate. The money on offer was great but Ally had a good job where they lived, and they were happy in their current house. Eventually they decided it was too good an opportunity to miss. Ian moved away, alone to begin with. Living arrangements would have to be sorted out later.
Ian and Ally would talk on the phone for quite a long time each evening, sometimes they talked dirty to each other. Ian always wanked himself off if the talk got smutty. Ally had played with her pussy on a couple of occasions in the early days, but she got to saying the phone chat just wasn't enough to get her in the mood. Ian didn't think for a moment that his wife would ever misbehave in his absence, but he would wank over that very thought when he got off the phone. His over-weight wife was always getting her fat hairy fanny fucked-loose by insanely over-sized cocks in his fantasies.
One plus of living separately was the opportunity to play online, something Ian began to do before moving away. Now that there was no risk of getting caught, Ian indulged himself more than ever, spending hours online wanking with people on webcams. He mainly had to settle for other men. After all, there seemed next to no women online. Soon he forgot all hope of chatting with women. Instead he was being drawn into areas of experimentation he'd never have believed himself capable of. Even less so, that these encounters were becoming a huge turn-on for him. Ian already appreciated his cock was far smaller than the vast majority of guys online. In fact he could safely say he'd never been bigger than anyone he'd watched. His cock was about the size of a large male thumb; five inches would likely be an exaggeration. But instead of being distressed about it, possessing this small cock was becoming a turn on to him. It led naturally to thoughts of better endowed men fucking his wife. For starters, he knew that every guy she'd had before him must have had a bigger cock. And then there was that story she once confessed to him, that whilst a university student, too drunk one night to be in control, she let herself be fucked nasty, even pissed on, by a guy with a huge nine-inch dick. Ian so badly wanted to see his wife's plump hairy pussy stuffed with a huge cock. He wanted to see her used sticky hole gape open after a fat, cum-covered cock was pulled out of it.
Ian's new work-day was from 10am to 6pm, which allowed time each day for an early morning swim. He visited the pool often. It was huge; about two-thirds Olympic-size, and yet next to no-one used it at this time of day. All the lifeguards were female, and most of them were well worth a shag. One fit young thing looked like typical Hollyoaks fodder; like she needed her youthful self-assuredness fucked out of her. Another girl was unnervingly similar in appearance to Ally; the only real difference being this young girl's long blonde hair and unbelievably huge natural tits. They were incredible for a girl her age. She looked all of 18, around fifteen years younger than Ian and Ally. Ally's tits were bigger than the average woman's, but the lifeguard's were something else. She didn't look athletically fit but she looked damn healthy! Her yellow T-Shirt hung from her boobs. The front hem-line would flap against her smooth stomach as she walked around the pool. Male swimmers would notice her sexy lightly-tanned navel, if a completed length coincided with her lap. Ian nearly always had to wait ten minutes in the shallow end before getting out, to allow his hardon to subside as much as it would. It didn't help that the lifeguards who caused his little cock to get so hard always stood against the wall adjacent to the men's changing room. Ian had to climb out right in front of them, his shorts clinging heavily to his body, clearly displaying his half erect cock. He was mortified that they frequently saw all he was worth. He was certain that the silence as he passed them, followed by the muffled giggles he could swear he heard once in the changing room, must relate to their observations of his inadequacy.
In the changing rooms there would always be one or two of the same old-timers, merrily swaggering between showers and lockers, naked and un-phased. Ian pondered that anyone believing gravity was `unkind with time' hadn't considered the advantages to the male genitalia. Either that or the local seniors all happened to be unusually well hung. Most of the granddad-types looked about five inches completely soft, and the thickness of some would put most younger men to shame. While the old men went about naked with confidence, Ian would keep his shorts on in the showers; partly to hide his semi-erect penis, and partly to hide the fact that, even in this state, he was smaller than them.
It was some weeks before Ian realised the regulars were all ancient. Well, all except for one guy, who looked a few years younger than himself. It was also quite some time before the day he got a bolt from the blue; the day it dawned that the young man looked remarkably like one of his online wanking partners. It was difficult to know whether it was or not, he hadn't often seen his face. For that matter he hadn't really studied any face online; it was a different kind of `head' he was there to observe. Usually a webcam would be trained on a guy's cock. Ian preferred it that way; it was far more comfortable than being reminded by a face that it was attached to a man. Yet from that moment of half-recognition, Ian couldn't keep his eyes off this guy at the pool, trying to figure out if he was indeed his messenger contact.
Ian went to the pool every day now and made sure he was there early enough to see the other guy arrive. By some mad quirk of planning the men's changing room opened-out onto the shallow end of the pool, the ladies' onto the deep end. This resulted in a 30m walk for almost every swimmer; the men would walk to dive in at the deep end, the ladies to climb-in at the shallow. The one advantage of this layout, however, was the opportunity to eye-up anyone you cared to, in their swimming gear. Because of the age of the regulars, there was, frankly, nothing worth looking at in the ladies. No Baywatch Babes to ogle in this leisure centre! But the lifeguards more than made up for that. But there really was something to look at in this young guy, and Ian still couldn't decipher whether he already knew him. But, "Aren't you the guy I wank online with?", was a tricky conversation to strike up!
It was made trickier by the fact that the guy's hair was always tied back and already wet before he emerged from the changing rooms. Whilst the country's pensioners were usually law abiding, none of them seemed to adhere to the request of the sign to shower BEFORE swimming'. But the young guy did. He always stepped out onto the poolside looking like he'd already been in the pool. He seemed to take some joy in arriving like that too. He would turn and say good morning to the two fit young things propped-up against the wall. Ian wondered whether they deliberately stood there, waiting to see him arrive. If they did, they hadn't thought it through properly. Ian realised, from the first morning it dawned, that to be waiting at the deep-end meant he got a whole 30 metre sight of this guy walking towards him in his wet shorts. It was obvious he gave them a shake before stepping onto the pool-side, because they always looked wet but not clingy. But by the time he reached the deep end, the sight was obscene! All that anyone post-puberty looking at this sight could have thought was... FAT. FAT. COCK!'. It looked at least 6 inches long in its soft cold state, but that meant nothing because the thickness was just un-natural. It looked about the size of a sturdy deodorant can. And his balls were big enough to be obvious through the material too. The impression received was of an impression, quite literally, like a body part pushed into a novelty pin-relief toy. Only this was much, much better: it was soaking wet cotton, And it wasn't a hand or face, it was a huge, fat cock!
Over the days of that week, Ian repeatedly watched the guy emerge from the changing rooms, already wet from showering. Every day Ian would be waiting in his position to watch The Cock' arrive. Every day Ian would get trapped in the pool by his painfully hard little cock. Every day he would watch the young lifeguards' eyes drop to look at The Cock' as the guy slowly pulled himself out of the pool on the ladder right in front of them. He would watch the girls' lips part, as they became just breathless enough to be apparent. He even noticed the effect `The Cock' had on both girls' nipples there was no denying their natural physical reactions. Ian wondered how wet and sticky their pussies must have been. But these thoughts didn't help. He would only be in the pool longer, until he could forget all about it and lose his erection.
Friday came, and as usual Ian went to the pool. He'd already been in for his normal half-hour but today there was no young guy. It was getting late and the pool was emptying, people heading off to work, something that Ian should be doing. But with the feeling he was about to have the pool to himself, Ian couldn't resist staying, just in case he got a private viewing today. The last swimmer left the pool, leaving Ian by himself in the deep end. The two young lifeguards stood by the changing room door as always. After 5 minutes things were almost embarrassing. Ian felt sure they knew his game. Here he was, in a huge pool, on his own, and not swimming. Why was he there? He was just about to give up hope and kick away from the side when the young guy stepped from the changing rooms. He spoke to the girls as usual and then started towards the deep end. Ian's heart was pounding. How could he watch this guy's cock as he approached today? There was nothing to distract the guy from noticing Ian observing him. And one part of him in particular.
As he reached half way, his shorts already began to cling to the wondrous shape beneath. Ian told himself there was no way he could get away with looking, but uncontrollably he glanced up and simply couldn't believe how good it looked. It was just a wonderful huge phallus that no sexually-adult being could fail to appreciate straight, bi, gay, whatever it was just a stunning physical sight. Ian's eyes cut up to meet the stare of the man heading his way. `Morning' the guy called down, dived in, and began to plough his first length.
Ian was shell-shocked. He'd blatantly watched the man's genitals all the way along his walk. It must have been so obvious. And today, for the first time, the guy had said hello. And, come to think of it, it had been a very friendly and somehow familiar exchange. What if it was his online friend? Ian knew his MSN contact possessed a very big dick, but it was always difficult to tell over webcam just how big someone was. He was certainly the biggest of those he watched online, but the guy here at the pool looked like he must be simply huge when erect. Ian became rock hard himself at the thought. Going to work today had long left his mind.
There was nothing to do but swim. Ian had to lose his hardon before he could think of leaving the pool. With only himself, one other swimmer, and the two girls standing next to the changing rooms, there was no way he could climb out sporting an erection today. Ian assumed he'd be held captive by his hard little dick until long after the other guy had gone, yet suddenly a miraculous opportunity presented itself. A message from reception rang through the Tannoy, calling for the assistance of someone called Lisa. Ian hadn't known the lifeguards' names, even though they wore name badges, but it seemed the busty blonde who resembled his wife was this Lisa. She left the poolside, leaving the remaining girl to walk a lap out of boredom. The route to the changing rooms was clear. Ian scrambled up the ladder, his cock poking out in front of him like a clothes peg left in the laundry. He looked back to the hung guy who was just reaching the shallow end and looking his way. Ian didn't know if his pointy protrusion had been spotted in the few seconds it took to reach the changing room opening, but he had to assume it probably had been.
Ian paced through the changing room to reach his locker and get himself out of the place as quickly as possible. Panicking, he collected his sports bag and kept walking until he entered the section furthest from the pool. The area was segregated by a plastic partition wall. It was supposed to be for dry-sports changing only, but Ian didn't care, being hidden away here made him feel safe. He wasn't sure why he felt like he was fleeing; he sat down and caught his breath, shaking from his strange self-induced excitement. He was oblivious to the sound of wet footsteps approaching. By the time he was conscious of someone heading his way, it was too late, the door pushed open and the well-endowed swimmer walked in.
"Oh. Someone else misbehaving like me, I see", said the young guy.
"How do you mean?" stuttered Ian, looking up at him, unable to ignore the coke-can size natural bulge in his wet shorts.
"Swimmers. In the dry-side changing area. I always change here. It's cleaner than the rest of the place. And the showers are much better."
The young man opened his locker, took out a shampoo bottle, and headed to the showers. There were four in a row along the far-corner wall, with nothing between them. Rather than following the usual male convention of choosing an end shower, the guy positioned himself second-from-the-left and waved his hand under the sensor. Facing the wall he dropped his shorts to the floor in one fluid movement. Ian was frustrated by an all-but-obscured first glimpse of the obviously fat cock; an arm got in the way as the shorts were lowered, but none-the-less, an acre of white-skinned shaft had been flashed. Shaking more, Ian crossed the floor, still wearing his shorts to hide his rock hard little cock. He naturally stepped under the right-most shower and waved his hand in front of the sensor. Nothing happened. He waved his hand again. Still nothing. He looked across to see the young guy shampoo his hair. His eyes were closed, and he was turned away just enough to hide his cock. Gulping and panicking, Ian tutted and garbled an utterance about the shower, to make obvious it wasn't working. Slowly, he side-stepped under the adjacent shower. The two men stood in socially uncomfortable proximity, inches from each other, one completely naked, in an otherwise large deserted public space. Waving his hand in front of the next sensor, Ian's heart pounded, as once again nothing happened. He involuntarily blurted-out about the `useless things'. As Ian moved to step around the naked man to the final shower option, one which would trap him in the corner of the room, the guy moved across to give-up his own shower. Only he didn't side-step, he rotated 180-degrees on his left foot, then backed into the corner shower. He had just casually turned full-frontal to Ian and revealed the whole of his huge naked cock for the first time.
It was the fattest cock Ian had ever seen, and it was perfectly soft. Ian had seen huge cocks in porn, and while this couldn't top some of them for length, its thickness was just plain silly. Ian stared down at the huge thing, which looked like it must weigh a tonne. Veins along its shaft were just about visible in shape but not colour, looking like they'd become prominent when engorged. Thick foreskin three-quarter covered the huge meaty bellend, which was vivid purple and had a serious looking eye at the end. The guy's pubic hair was trimmed very short, which helped highlight the two huge balls hanging beneath the cock, each one half showing from either side the thick shaft between.
As he washed his hair, shampoo cascaded down across his chest and stomach. Ian's eyes traced the foaming white liquid as it reached his groin, wrapping itself in a corkscrew torrent around the huge cock and balls, and pouring from its tip like gallon after gallon of cum. Ian was now totally unaware of himself; he had stopped what he was doing, he stood motionless. The naked guy's eyes sneaked open from beneath the bubbles and caught Ian locked in awe. He closed his eyes again and smiled to himself. Ian was only vaguely aware that this happened. He was far more aware of the swelling that was developing below. A truly mammoth bellend had unsheathed its perfect shape. The cock, still pointing down at forty-five degrees, had lengthened by about two inches; enough for the foreskin to roll away. The thickness of the thing had become insane. This glowing, now eight-inch rod of cock, was the size of Ally's hair-spray cans, and it wasn't even at its fullest.
Again the guy opened his eyes, this time long enough for Ian to look back at him. They kept eye contact long enough for both to know `anything went' from now on. With his arms to his head, still rinsing his hair, the naked man stood face-to-face with Ian. Ian's eyes locked on his cock. Both men became motionless under the falling water. All possibilities were open to Ian. He understood that he could do anything he wanted. And Ian wanted to know how that cock felt in his mouth.
He dropped to his knees, water raining down upon him. He craned his head toward it. He didn't want to touch it with his hands. He assumed it would feel out of this world to hold, but wanted to keep the shock of its girth for his mouth. With his mouth opened wide, he only now began to realise fully the extreme size of the bellend. It rubbed on his lips as Ian angled his head to accept the cock. The massive plank of meat was now rock hard, at least nine inches long, and curving upward. Only Ian's upper lip, resting atop the giant purple bulb, was holding the cock in its horizontal position. Ian pushed forward, knowing all his mouth could take was the bellend of this amazing cock. But that was just fine. Damn was he hard in his own shorts.
"I hope you're not still wearing your shorts", said the young guy in a slow, deep voice, his eyes still closed. Keeping the fat cock in his mouth, Ian wiggled like a wimp, struggling with one hand to tear down his swimming shorts, his thin five-inch cock stood out in front of him. The guy continued, "You've blatantly got a hardon; you had one before you even left the pool. I saw it. Yet the difference in size between us is so great, I struggle to see how anyone could look at both of our cocks and classify them as being the same thing. I mean, don't you think women would see our cocks as very much different entities?"
"Ohhhh Yeah!", came a husky, lust-dripping female voice from the changing room door. It was Lisa, the Ally look-a-like, now giggling and blushing slightly, whilst obviously not about to turn away from the sight that met her. Ian let the cock go from his mouth and jumped to his feet, grabbing his wet shorts from the floor and holding them in front of his stiff little willy. The young guy opened his eyes calmly and made no attempt to cover his nine inches.
"You know I should call the police", said Lisa, in a voice that instantly hinted she had no intention of doing so. "I've never seen anything like it before. I mean, one guy sucking another guy's cock in the showers?! But then I've never seen anything like that before either!", she nodded towards the big cock.
"What are you doing in here?" protested Ian.
"Hosing the floor. We thought the place was empty. I've been in here a few minutes but I didn't hear the showers for the noise of the hose. But it seems I'm not the only one in here with a big hose today!" With her eyes moving slowly from the big cock, to its owners eyes, across to Ian and back, Lisa asked, "What were you saying about the way women would distinguish your cocks?"
The young guy laughed. "Lose the shorts!", he said to Ian, in a voice of disgust. Disgust that Ian had gone to the trouble of covering up such a small thing.
"Yes, lose the shorts", said Lisa, "I think I need to look closer at you to actually see what's going on."
Nervously, Ian dropped his shorts onto the floor, his cock was still rock hard. Lisa giggled in a slutty and very cruel manner. "Fuck yeah, I see the difference!" She walked toward the two men, stopped between them, suddenly grabbing Ian's thin dick in her grasp. "Ohhhh dear!", she laughed into his face. Then, turning and cautiously wrapping her grip, finger by finger, around the shaft of the big cock, her grip not quite meeting around it, she tugged on it, and moaned lustfully, "Fuck yeah!".
"I can see why you wanted to put this in your mouth", said Lisa to Ian, "I know I do!"
"That's as maybe", said the young guy, "but I think this is an unfair situation so far. I mean you've seen two naked men. Well, one naked man! What I mean is, I think it's time we got to see what you have to offer!"
Lisa stepped back, and biting her lip, pulled her yellow T-shirt up over her huge tits and over her head. Underneath she wore a white sports bra which was shear enough to see her nipples clearly through the fabric. She pealed the bra up. Her tits were simply huge, but in no way saggy. They were like floatation devices, which was kinda lucky, what with the job she did! Keeping her gaze fixed on the young, hung guy, her perfect nipples exposed to the cool air quickly developed into nice chewy bullets.
"They're a bit like your Ally's tits, aren't they?!" said the young guy turning to look at Ian.
"It is you!!!" Ian shouted back. "It's Rob, isn't it! I thought it must have been. I always thought your cock looked big on webcam, but it looks even bigger in the flesh!!"
"Oh... you two know each other then?", chipped in Lisa, "Well isn't this cosy?"
"You have no idea how much so", Rob began to explain to Lisa. "You see the thing is, Ian loves my cock and has always wanted to play with it in real life. But nothing would make him happier than to watch me fuck his wife. And, let's just say, Lisa, you look uncannily similar. He's shown me pictures of her. The joy of this situation is, you're here, already topless, and unless I'm a mile wide of the mark, I'm guessing your pussy is already wet and aching for my big cock?!"
"Come and find out!", said Lisa, unzipping her shorts and letting them fall to the floor, revealing an absolute lack of knickers beneath.
"Oh, excellent!", Rob laughed, as he looked down to see an unusually hairy pussy for such a young and otherwise attractive girl. She was so much like Ian's wife Ally. "You match up wonderfully!", he said.
Lisa sat down on one of the benches and opened her legs wide. Her perfect pink pussy lips pealed themselves apart, and her scent was immediately in the air. Looking back in Ian's direction, Rob tried two fingers at Lisa's pussy straight off. They sank in side by side with no obstruction. The girl was soaked.
"There's just one thing I want to make quite clear", said Lisa, now starting to ride Rob's fingers properly and pointing at Ian, "I have no desire and absolutely no intention to do anything with that tiny dick! It wouldn't be fair that I should have to pretend it would do anything for me! I'm sitting here with both the biggest and the smallest cock's I've ever seen... What woman in her right mind would want to entertain that cocktail sausage?!"
"You have no idea how perfect you are, Lisa," Rob told her, "I wonder if you can do one thing for us though? It could create the most perfect scenario for us all."
"What's that?" she asked.
"Well Ian probably won't be upset about not being able to fuck you. He knows his cock is too small to be of interest to many women. But if you could find your way to insulting his dick while you take mine, well, that'll turn the little dick on!"
Lisa looked back to Ian's flagging cock and said, very slowly, "I don't think... that that... will be any problem... whatsoever! Ian has a cock that was made to be insulted!"
Rob leant forward and kissed Lisa. She groaned and he felt her hard nipples brush against his chest. They looked back to Ian, who naturally was fully hard once again. The bench was moveable, and so it was positioned in the middle of the open space. The bench was about four feet long, perfect for Lisa to lie on. Rob dictated the set-up. Lisa lay on her back on the bench, her tits above her like mountains, her legs wide open and the smell of her pussy so obvious. Ian was to stand above her head with his little cock hanging in her face. Rob then positioned himself between her legs.
"Let's see how this works then," said Rob, "I'm assuming Ian will be somewhat obsessed with watching my cock fill your pussy Lisa. I want you to just do whatever comes naturally."
"Please put it in me really slowly, Rob," said Lisa, "I've never had anything bigger than seven inches before. You've got half as much again. But it's the thickness that really scares me!"
"I think the thickness is what you're really craving in that beautiful wet pussy, Lisa," said Rob as he pushed his massive bellend in between Lisa's wet lips. "Tell me that's not the case?"
Ian looked down to the sight of Rob's huge cock slowly starting to inch its way into a pussy that looked like his wife's. Into a woman who looked like his wife! He looked down at Lisa's face which was contorted in pleasure from the fat cock filling her pussy. Lisa then looked up and focused on Ian's cock. A wry grin broke out on her face; she laughed out loud. "Play with your little cock," she laughed, "but if you cum on me, the fun's over for you!"
Ian began to wank carefully above her face while Lisa cycled through moans of ecstasy with closed eyes, concentrating on the stretching her pussy was getting, then opening her eyes and laughing so cruelly at Ian's undersized cock. Ian concentrated on Rob's thick meat, slowly working its entire length in and out of Lisa. Rob was completely withdrawing it with each stroke, making Lisa's labia red and swollen with the pounding it received each time Rob jammed his huge cock back into her implausibly tight young hole. And God did that cock look big. It seemed to grow with each thrust. It looked twice the size of Ian's in every dimension; twice as long, twice as wide, twice as thick. Altogether, adding up to an immense difference in volume. It had surely swollen to almost ten massively thick inches.
"Wait! I'm not on any contraception!" cried Lisa.
"Well I have a technique for dealing with that Lisa," said Rob. "Ian's going to position himself beneath me, and not let us spill a drop of our cum. Ian, move down here!"
Ian scrambled into the most uncomfortable position imaginable to place his face under Rob's swinging bollocks as he continued to stuff Lisa. Lisa began to moan wildly. She became oblivious to her own words, but Rob and Ian were treated to the knowledge that she really was enjoying the biggest cock she'd ever had, by a long way. That was saying something considering how many guys she'd fucked. Yet she'd given the two men an impression of relative innocence. Isn't it always so? As she came she shook uncontrollably for what seemed like an age. Her pussy clenched around Rob's cock so tight it was almost painful for him, and while he thought he had expert control, this young pussy's involuntary spasms began to milk his giant cock for its cum.
"Ohhh! Cum in me! Cum in me!", she shouted. And Rob did. He didn't mean to, but his cock let fly with huge spurts of cream deep inside her.
"Shit!" Rob shouted, pulling his spurting cock from her pussy and pushing it down into Ian's mouth, once again stuffed with a giant bellend, only this time it was pulsating and spurting jets of cum. Ian had an image in his mind of the shampoo in the shower, looking like endless gallons of cum pouring from Rob's cock, because at this moment it felt like exactly that. Rob must have given his mouth at least half a dozen long, powerful spurts. Incredible considering the amount already unleashed in Lisa's pussy!
"Now the thing is, we need to get that cum out of you ASAP", Rob told Lisa. She was just about returned to being conscious of what was happening. "And while Ian's already down there, and as it doesn't involve any effort on your part, I think you could allow him to suck my cum from your pussy. It is, after all, his fantasy to see his wife's hole after it's been abused by my fat cock. And this is going to be the closest he's ever going to get. Because, let's face it, when he goes away and thinks about this afterwards, there's no way he's ever going to let me near his real wife! Not if he's got half a brain!"
Rob straddled Lisa's chest and dropped his fat sticky bellend into her mouth so that she could keep it buzzing nicely for him post-cumming. Rob called back over his shoulder "You can wank that pathetic little thing while you suck my cum from her if you like, but we don't want to know about it. So you better be quick and quiet! And you'd better suck all my cum out of her, cus if she ends up pregnant, you'll never see this cock again!"
Ian requested a change in working hours at the office, and was fortunate enough to get his request. This meant he could stay later at the pool each morning. While no agreement had been made, Ian assumed that if he found himself alone with Rob in the changing rooms again, he might get another chance to experience that huge fat cock. Rob wasn't at the pool everyday now, and Ian felt teased by this. Rob had been around on a couple of days, and had nodded to Ian in the pool, but not spoken, not shown any interest. Ian had followed him into the changing rooms after swimming, trying hard once again to hide his pointy little erection, but on these occasions there were old-timers getting changed, so any action was ruled out. Ian followed Rob into the showers in the dry-side area again. Out of sight of the old men, Rob and Ian faced each other as they stood under the showers; Rob naked as usual, Ian keeping his shorts on for decency. Rob stared at Ian's face while Ian stared at Rob's fat but flaccid cock. As Rob washed the chlorine off his cock and balls he appeared to swell to somewhere in the region of 7-8", but he was in no way erect, his fat cock hung soft still. The two men would then change separately and leave without speaking.
By Ian's incredible introduction to Lisa, and the amount of time he was spending at the pool during its quiet period, he got to know the staff quite well, and sussed out their positions. Lisa was being promoted this week to deputy manager, a role she would share with Dave, the existing deputy manager, in the temporary absence of the centre manager. Dave had carried the leisure centre for a few months and was clearly enjoying bossing his staff around. He looked like the kind of guy you shouldn't mess with; a 6'4" black guy with only slightly less weight on him than Chef from South Park. And, to the irritation of all the staff, Dave had conveniently found a job for his white, fake-blonde girlfriend Sarah. Sarah was nothing to look at; the way she made herself up drew men's attention, but at a closer look she was pretty rough. Her attitude was seriously shitty, and worst of all she was the type of girl who only fancied black men. She was cheap and trashy.
Friday came again. It had been a full week since Ian's first bi experience with that huge cock. He'd been wanking himself silly at work every day over the thought of it, and was aching in hope that today might see another chance. After all, he'd done his best to suck Rob's cum from Lisa's pussy last time, and he'd wanked as silently and quickly as he could, cumming all over the changing room floor between his knees.
Ian was delighted when Rob showed up at the pool. He watched `The Cock' make its usual imprint on Rob's short before he dived in. Ian was even more delighted when the pool emptied of all other swimmers. After 10 minutes he guessed the changing rooms must be clear. He was on the verge of heading there when Rob swam towards him in the shallow end.
"Give me five minutes", Rob nodded to Ian, then climbed out the pool to the usual downward glances of the female lifeguards. Ian floated about in the shallow-end, staring at the large clock on the wall as if he was willing its hands to turn faster. Ian forgot his erection as he climbed out in front of the girls, but realised his mistake upon hearing their giggles. Walking through the deserted changing room, Ian could not see Rob, but he assumed there was going to be a nice surprise waiting for him in the dry-side area. Pushing back the door, Ian's heart sank as he found Rob sitting on the bench, towel around his waist, and clearly already dry. He'd missed any fun that could have taken place in the showers.
"Push the door to", said Rob. Ian did as he was told. "Now come here". Rob leant back against the wall, spread his legs and pointed to the floor between them. Ian instinctively got down on his knees. As Rob's legs moved apart the towel unfastened itself. The warm showers had left his big cock glowing red and eight inches long, yet it hung downwards over the front edge of the bench, its fat bellend pointing at the floor and still covered by foreskin. "Let's see if you're any better at cock-sucking this week", said Rob, easing Ian's head forward with one hand, whilst simultaneously lifting his heavy cock with the other, pulling back its foreskin in time to dock the fat bellend in Ian's mouth.
Ian enthusiastically sucked and gently chewed on Rob's bellend, which was a struggle considering it completely filled his mouth; there wasn't much room for manoeuvre. He couldn't believe Rob's ability to stay soft while receiving this attention; but he figured it must be a factor of his sheer size as much as his control.
"Uh-hum", came the sound of a female cough from the doorway. Expecting it to be Lisa again, Rob looked up already chuckling. Ian spun around in fear, not quite believing his misfortune to be caught for the second time with Rob's cock in his mouth. Only this time it wasn't Lisa, it was Sarah, manager Dave's trashy girlfriend. Ian's blood ran cold. No way would the pair be so lucky a second time. They were gonna get busted. Big-time.
"What the fuck are you doing?!", screamed Sarah. She looked very flustered and angry to have had to witness this seemingly gay act.
Rob, as calm and cocky as ever, replied, "Well whatever we're doing, I think we have the right to know why you're in here to witness it!"
"I'm here to hose the floor! It's my job! This place is for leisure, not cock-sucking!!"
"And you were going to use that hose whilst wearing those clothes?", Rob asked, pointing at Sarah's attire. She was dressed in matching plain white T-shirt and shorts, which, while not see-through, showed the silhouette of her body from the bright sunlight behind. There was nothing outstanding about Sarah's body, she was not amazingly well shaped; her tits, arse, nor any other part of her body was ideal. Her face wasn't something to want to wake up to either. Yet despite all this, she was not completely unattractive. And she needed that bad attitude fucking out of her.
"What's wrong with my clothes?" Sarah demanded.
"Well they'd be see-through the second they got splashed, and what's the likelihood they wouldn't while hosing the place down?!"
"How the fuck would you know they'd go see-through?!"
Rob held his silence for a few seconds. He kept his gaze on Sarah, making her wait until he was ready to speak again. "I think you're enjoying standing there Sarah. I think you're in no rush to end this conversation. And I think you're very glad I haven't covered my dick."
"I think you want reporting to the police!" Sarah shouted sternly. But Rob didn't buy it.
"But I don't think those things. I know them! I know you're clothes would become see through when wet, and that you're enjoying looking at my cock, because I can see that your pussy is soaking your shorts!"
Ian looked down to check Rob's allegation, and sure enough he was right! The girl must have been a sticky mess because a large wet patch sealed her shorts to her pussy lips and thick mass of dark pubic hair. Sarah panicked. She turned away from the men and tugged her shorts away from her wet pussy. Turning back to face them her face was beetroot-red with embarrassment.
"Push the door to, Sarah", Rob said calmly, reading her name from her name badge. Sarah couldn't think how he could know her name, but somehow the information in his hands gave him control over her. "Why don't we make this situation alright, Sarah? There's nothing to be anxious or angry about." Sarah had forgotten about the cock-sucking image she'd arrived to; she'd just had a whole argument with a hugely hung naked guy, and he'd seen her natural reaction to his cock. She sat down, shaken, on a bench opposite Rob. Her eyes didn't move from the long fat dick that still hung over the front edge of the bench.
"I've never seen a white cock like it", she said finally.
"Interesting thing to say", said Rob, "I suppose your man's got a foot long dick? What with him being black."
"It's bigger than yours!" said Sarah, "But yours is by far the biggest white cock I've ever seen."
Ian thought Sarah was bull-shitting. Rob was bigger than most black men would ever be, even if the myth was a reality.
"You wouldn't be looking so interested in his dick if your guy was that well hung", he finally argued.
"I'm intrigued to see how big it can get", said Sarah, "Dave's dick is ten inches long, soft or hard!"
"And what method do you have in mind for seeing how big my dick can get", said Rob in an arsey manner.
"Well, he could get back down there and suck you!" said Sarah pointing at Ian.
"Oh no!" said Rob, "Not now you've involved yourself. Anyway, I'm not sure we should be talking about any of this anymore."
Sarah found a new wind of confidence and decided that blackmail was her best option. "Either I get to see your dick at its biggest, or I tell me boyfriend, the manager, what I've found in here."
"It sounds so ludicrous, he will have trouble believing you!" said Rob. "But perhaps if we do things my way, then we can all be happy."
"Which is?" asked Sarah.
"You want to see my cock grow bigger. You're used to sucking on a big dick, so you claim. You come here and suck me. I want to believe you know how to handle a big cock; to see if you can get me harder than Ian has today. It's in your interest, after all. You want to see me get as big as possible. If you think you'll do better than him, come over here!"
Sarah immediately saw what was in it for her, she knew she could suck Rob better than Ian could, and she couldn't take her eyes of Rob's big cock. Dave wasn't around and it had been so long since she'd sucked another guy. The main reason she was with Dave was his size. All other cocks, especially white guys', had hardly interested her since she'd had Dave's. But here was one that was already only two inches short of Dave's ten, and with it being white, it might have room to grow! She stood up and stepped towards Rob.
"There's only one problem with this though", said Rob, "Ian's a spare part now, and he had just thought his was luck was in".
"What's that got to do with me?" asked Sarah. "I saw his dick; it's fucking tiny! Don't think I'm gonna let him fuck me or anything!"
"Wouldn't you enjoy humiliating him because of his little cock? The difference between us is just obscene don't you think?" Turning to Ian, Rob shouted, "Get those fuckin' shorts away from your cock! There's next to nothing to hide!" Ian dropped his wet shorts on the floor and stood with a semi-erect four inches. "Wank yourself hard! Now! Quickly!" demanded Rob. Ian did as he was told, and despite the embarrassment, managed to get fully hard.
"It's depressing just to look at", Sarah sighed. "I suppose your right. The only thing worth doing with it is humiliating its owner!"
"Well do you have any ideas?" asked Rob. "And are you going to join in with the spirit of this and get naked with us, or what?"
Sarah casually took her shirt off; as she did, she caught the smell of herself. She was certainly sweaty, but it was not obnoxious. It gave her a thought. The reason she was sweaty was she'd fucked Dave three times before going to sleep last night. Each time she'd taken Dave's cum in her pussy. Now she was feeling hot and sweaty inside her shorts. Turning to face Ian, comfortable with her C-cup tits on display, she thought she'd give him a surprise with a sting in the tail... quite literally!
"I can think of something that will humiliate Ian. I want him to lick my pussy from behind while I suck your dick."
"I don't see how that humiliates him", said Rob.
"It will become clear", said Sarah as she unzipped her shorts and let them fall to the floor. Her dark bush was huge and untidy, and evidence that she was not a real blonde. She quickly knelt down on the floor between Rob's legs, reached up for his massive cock, and pulled it down into her mouth. Sarah began wanking its thick shaft with one hand while quickly and enthusiastically slurping around the huge bellend with her mouth. She paused to tell Ian to get behind her. At the same time she pushed her arse into the air. Her knees were together on the floor, so when Ian got behind her he saw her fat, wet pussy lips bulging through between her fat thighs. Her wild pubic hair wrapped itself around her pussy mound and her arsehole. As Ian knelt down behind Sarah he started to wake up to his punishment; her pussy was a mess. Looking back over her shoulder Sarah announced Ian's humiliation.
"Dave came in me three times last night before I fell asleep. He's a big cummer, and I didn't have time to shower this morning. How do I smell Ian?"
Ian already knew from a foot away; she smelled strong. It was a smell that should have walked the line between unpleasant and sublime, but in truth it was beyond ripe. Rob too could tell that, from the other end. Yet the more Ian breathed it in, the more he started to enjoy the thought of getting his mouth to her fat, sweaty, cummy cunt. A cunt that had supposedly repeatedly taken the cum of a ten inch black cock the night before. Ian's dick was so hard. He couldn't help but think that his physical reaction to her pussy must mean his mental enjoyment of its smell was OK too. The fact that Sarah was to then demand he get his face into it, turned him on all the more, and made the deed doable.
"You smell strong" Ian finally answered.
"So taste it, tiny dick!" Sarah barked.
"Yes, get on with it", Rob chipped in. "She's supposed to be sucking my cock, not talking to you!"
Ian bent down and opened his mouth. His face pushed between her fat arse cheeks. He could feel her hairy holes rub against his face, around his mouth and nose. He worked his mouth against her pussy as if he was French-kissing it. And damn was it tasty. Damn was it wet. And trying to decide what was her taste, and what was that of her boyfriend, was a thought that fleetingly ran through Ian's mind. But it was one he tried not to answer. As Sarah's head bobbed up and down, impaling her mouth of Rob's cock, so her arse wobbled too. As Sarah became more and more physical her motion she seemed to suddenly spill a lot more juice from her messy hole. Ian instinctively lapped it up quicker than thinking exactly what it must have been.
"Oh dear!" came a scornful voice from the direction of the door. A female voice, which this time did belong to Lisa! "This is a very unfortunate situation!"
Rob grinned at Lisa. Ian looked nervous again. Sarah's face was a picture. Getting caught by her manager, with a cock in her mouth, and a mouth in her pussy, sent the colour retreating from Sarah's face. She looked terrified, and rightly so; she knew Lisa didn't like her.
"You earning a few extra quid here, Sarah?", Lisa spat, as if she was talking to a whore. Sarah couldn't answer her. She couldn't think of anything to say to explain to her boss how she came to be in this position. Lisa walked forward and bent down next to Ian. Looking at Sarah's pussy and catching its smell.
"You really are a dirty whore, aren't you?", she said.
Sarah was silent.
"Aren't you?! I asked!" shouted Lisa.
"Yes" whimpered Sarah in return.
"Yes, what?!" demanded Lisa.
"Yes, boss", said Sarah"
"Yes Miss! ...you shall address me as Miss!" barked Lisa.
"Yes Miss."
"Hmmm, this might be easier than I thought. Put that cock back in your mouth and moan like you're loving it, like the whore you are!"
"No I won't!" protested Sarah, feeling abused. "I won't do anything you say! You have no power over me! My boyfriend is more important here than you! And he'll believe me over you if you try to tell him! If you're thinking of causing trouble, just remember, you've only been deputy manager for a week, Dave's kept this place running on his own for months!" Lisa laughed in Sarah's face. It didn't matter whether she believed what she was saying or was trying to bluff her way out of trouble; Lisa knew how to deal with this little slut.
"Do I look insane to you Sarah? Do you really think that people wouldn't believe me? I've worked here for years. Whether Dave would rather save your arse than mine, he'd know there's no way I'd ever be so peculiar as to make something like this up! Besides, I could tell everyone. And believe me, I'm tempted. You haven't helped yourself by being unpleasant to everyone who works here, Sarah. We're all pretty fed up with you. So the question is: What are you going to do to rectify all this now?"
"You want me to lick your pussy or something? Well you can fuck off! I'm not a lesbian!"
"Neither am I, you cunt! No, I want to see you suck some more cock, only I think it should be a cock you're more deserving of!", Lisa smiled patronisingly at Ian.
"Oh no, no way!" objected Sarah.
"You have no position to bargain from, Sarah! Now turn around and say hello to Ian. You're going to suck on his dick, his balls... and you're going to lick his arsehole too!"
Sarah started to protest loudly, but Lisa had had enough.
"Put your cock in her mouth Ian, to shut the bitch up!" Lisa ordered. "And now the pair of you are to watch as I get the cock I deserve back in my mouth... if that's OK with you Rob?"
"Good girl, Lisa!", Rob congratulated, as if she was his protégé in this myriad level game of domination. "Don't forget Ian though!"
"Oh yes", Lisa remembered, "Sarah, you are to suck him like you mean him to cum quickly. But Ian, if you cum in her mouth, we'll never play with you again! OK?!"
Sarah knelt in front of Ian and swallowed his entire five inches instantly. She even managed to take his balls in her mouth at the same time. Both Ian and Sarah looked sideways to see Lisa throw her clothes off and settle down between Rob's legs. She took it in both hands, gazed at it as if in a trance, and gently worked its foreskin back and forth. Once again she plugged her mouth full of Rob's fat bellend and sucked it to its huge bulb shape.
"As big as your Dave's cock, eh?" Lisa said, slurping the fat cock out of her mouth and waving the nine inches at Sarah.
"How the fuck would you know?" said Sarah, spitting Ian's cock from her mouth.
"How dare you talk to your manager in that tone!" snapped Lisa, "Sit him on the bench, spread his legs and get licking his arsehole, bitch! And I'll tell you how I fuckin' know!"
Ian felt somewhat empowered by the treat he was to receive, even though its real purpose was to punish someone else. In getting up and moving to sit on the bench he effectively locked Sarah into performing this demeaning act upon him. He leant back against the wall and raised and parted his legs, to give Sarah complete access to his genitals and arsehole. From here he would have an excellent view of the more attractive and better endowed pair, although this would make his unspoken but known task of not cumming until allowed to, more difficult. Sarah, now finding her fortunes reversed, had her face buried in Ian's most obscene area. Lisa began to explain about Dave's cock.
"We work in a leisure centre, do we not, Sarah? A place where people get changed, in and out of their clothes, quite frequently. A place with much space to be naked. And as you well know, we are sometimes expected to clean alternate sex changing rooms before or after use. Sometimes that's at the start of the day before we open. You know how Dave likes to come for a swim before work sometimes. And you surely know he's even more impressive soft, in his wet shorts, than even Rob here. What you don't know until now is how much he dragged his heels getting changed one morning. And whilst I was here merely doing my job, hosing the place down, his hose was hanging right down too, ten inches over the edge of that bench at which you're kneeling right now! He sat there as open as anything. Gave me the best possible view of his monster cock. I even sat on the floor where you are and devoured it with my eyes, from mere inches away. I even batted it around gently with my open hands, watching it sway like a pendulum. Dave was a gentleman. He didn't lay a finger on me. And he wouldn't even let me hold his dick properly in my grip. It was a very refined encounter really. One I engaged in, by stripping naked and displaying every curve of my body, in every conceivable position, to your man. Showing him in return how well endowed I am, as thanks for what he showed me."
"You fucking liar!" shouted Sarah.
"I'm not lying" said Lisa, calmly.
"No... She's not lying", came an intimidating deep voice from the doorway. It was Dave.
Sarah sprang from the floor and ran at Dave, arms flailing, ready to strike him. Dave easily caught her limbs, and with his mass contained her motion with ease.
"You fucking bastard!" she screamed.
"Shut the fuck up, `Ho!", said Dave, with amusement in his voice at his own stereotypical reaction. "It didn't take long for you to show yo titties and drop yo panties for these white folk. Ain't we an item?"
"They blackmailed me into..."
"No they didn't, bitch! Whatever degrading thing they had you doing just now, ain't where it started. Just cus you ain't seen or heard me, don't mean I haven't been witness to all this. And you, white trash, had yo pussy out and mouth around that big white dick as soon as saw it!"
"But..."
"Didn't you?!"
"Well what the fuck about you getting your dick out for her pleasure?!", screamed Sarah, looking at Lisa with fury.
"Smell the coffee, Sarah. We're equal now. Better than, in fact. You got it all out and got it on. I only looked. That's why I brazenly don't give a shit right now. Only we ain't really equal, are we. You're a skanky nigger-lover that's just been a hole for me to fuck. Now this real blonde real fit honey Lisa has eyes for my real prize too. After what you just done, don't think you got exclusive access to what I gotta give! And then, see, I'm your boss. I am the most senior person here, so I could fire both yo `Hos, eject these two guys, and get the whole lot of you arrested!
...But things don't have to be that way. I'm cool. Let's all chill the fuck out, and we'll all get what we want. I ain't got no beef with this guy. Rob, ain't it? Hell the man needs some respect for possessin' a big brothers' dick! Only thing he did was want his dick sucked, and he don't care who does it. I'm pissed with you though Lisa, thinking you could treat my girl' as you choose. What you did belittling her, you did across me. But I know you're gonna want to make things up to me. Sarah, you're just a skank for a big black dick. If you ever get mine again it'll be if and when I wanna use you. And as for this other guy, Ian? To my mind there ain't no need for you to be here still, man. But I think you need to be to set this all straight. If you're the bottom of the heap, here for the purpose of abusing others... well, strikes me that's what you've been coming here in hope of all these months! So this is what we're gonna do..."
Dave proceeded to instruct the other four as to their actions, and in such, the roles they would intrinsically play. He settled down on the bench alongside Rob. Sarah was told to kneel on the floor between them. She would be sucking and wanking them both whilst they would be watching gorgeous Lisa pose and play with herself, for their viewing pleasure, on the bench on the opposite side of the room. Behind Sarah, also kneeling, Ian would steadily wank his tiny dick, silently, whilst being all but ignored by everyone. From here he would struggle to see glimpses of the two huge dicks being pleasured, and teased by the fact he would ache to be in Sarah's position himself, gagging on those two huge phalluses. Neither would he be able to see Lisa, behind his back, performing so very erotically. And damn was she doing so. Which was just as well for Rob. His cock was straining like hell, the hardest he'd been in years, and which, if you were being generous, you could say was just about matching Dave's. Trying to match this other cock that was ten inches without breaking a sweat. And though the black cock never got any bigger, neither did it start off any smaller. A floppy black cock that would always seem bigger, because its appearance made you think it could grow more if fully rigid.
"Hey. I've got a bone to pick with Lisa too", said Rob, "On the subject of bones!". Rob was content with his dick size, who wouldn't be, but he felt a little incredulous pondering his previous encounter with Lisa. "You said last week you'd never seen anything like my cock. And you appeared to mean it. Yet you've seen and even touched Dave's before now. And then there's the small matter of your comment to Sarah... `you surely know he's even more impressive soft in his wet shorts than Rob here'...?"
Lisa was presently reclining against the wall, with her knees up and spread, holding her pink pussy open for the men to admire.
"He's ten inches soft, Rob. There's not a girl working here who doesn't know that by mere use of her eyes! There's been a sudden eagerness of female staff to be early for their morning shifts since Dave arrived. Have you noticed how eager we all are in the mornings, Sarah? You have a massive dick yourself Rob, but you can't say you match him soft. Anyway, who says I didn't see yours first Rob, and that I only saw Dave's this last week?"
A classic female. She'd concluded her piece in a cheeky false manner. Rob assumed Lisa would be in the palm of his hand after their first encounter. Yet here she was, having earlier made it sound like she'd seen Dave's cock a while back, now being overtly evasive, in a style that only women can achieve. Had she really managed to tell him that he was the biggest she'd seen, and even at his size, hadn't been telling the truth? Had she given him partially false praise? Rob decided it was more arousing to not know the answer. He was aroused by the situation he found himself in; two guys with huge cocks calling the shots, being pleasured whilst dominating others. And for the first time he partly understood Ian, because he found himself in awe of a cock that even he was struggling to compete with. It didn't feel a less than straight feeling; any sexual being would be in awe of Dave's appendage. But Lisa teased on...
"What I said was absolutely correct. I have never seen anything like your cock, Rob. Not even in porn. A ten inch white cock? Oh, hang on, sorry, didn't we settle on nine inches last time? Perhaps I should come over there and measure them both? Or hold them against each other to see if you're matching Dave!"
Rob found himself breathless and deeply aroused by the horror that any woman could dare attempt to belittle him, and that right at this moment, and only at this moment, could succeed, because for the first time in his life, he was outclassed. It only made sense in this scenario, sat alongside this black man. The arousal helped though. His dick stiffened like never before, almost like it was crunching outwards, being torn to new dimensions. It became painfully hard for the first time since his teens. He took it from Sarah's grasp, shook it violently from the base, and achieved ten inches for the first time in his life.
"Fuck...ing...hell", cried Ian from behind Sarah's shoulder, "That's gotta be two inches more than you ever showed me on cam!"
"I don't know why I'm so generous", said Rob, "but you might as well get the experience of your life. I don't know how you feel about this Dave, but I'm gonna let Ian experience me in his mouth at my best".
"A mouth's a mouth, Dude", said Dave. "So whilst we make this little dick into a dick-sucking-little-dick, why don't we make the girls play likewise?"
Ian was instructed to take the place of Sarah, and Sarah was to go and lick-out Lisa. Sarah protested violently but Dave shouted her down with threats regarding her job, and more importantly to her, the possibility of never taking his dick again. Ian had something awaiting him more exaggerated than any of his fantasies. Not one, but two, hugely hung guys, both waiting for his attention. He felt sick. Sick with fear, excitement, and revulsion at the gayness of it all. Huge cocks were a turn on, but them being attached to men was the problem. Still, no thought of backing out entered his mind. He crawled forwards, composed himself, then took two fistfuls of man meat. He held each cock at the base and held them aloft. It was like holding two Pringles tubes. He began to masturbate them both. He had to summon courage merely to make the decision which would enter his mouth first, let alone then do it.
At the same time, Sarah was feeling sick at her circumstances. She had already taken her position kneeling between Lisa's legs, her back to the men. She had never been in this proximity to a naked woman before. Certainly not one so sexually exposed; Lisa was still holding her cunt lips apart and didn't seem remotely phased that a work colleague was being forced to lick her pussy. Sarah felt highly uncomfortable. While she had often wondered what it would be like to taste another girl's pussy, she never envisaged a scenario like this; being forced into it, by her boss boyfriend, to pleasure a work superior! But above all this she felt ashamed. Lisa had a far better body in every respect. The pretty pink pussy spread before her eyes was especially attractive. She didn't suppose anyone would find her dirty minge a turn-on if the tables were turned. She'd lost Dave to this girl, most likely, and was being forced to lick her pussy in order to save her shitty job. Equally, though with fading hope, she did it for the chance of ever getting more of that huge black cock. Sarah too hadn't really contemplated not doing it. She recognised that she truly was that `skanky Ho'.
Rob, Dave and Lisa grinned blissfully at each other. God did they feel superior; sitting physically above their sexual servants, getting-off as much on the power they wielded as by the oral stimulation to their sexual organs. The guys admired the erotic view of Lisa's beautiful body being pleasured by a subservient tramp. Her hair spilled down around her huge tits, which rose and fell with her heavy breathing. Her pussy, sporting its tuft of fluffy blonde hair, was wide open, its surrounding mound and her arse cheeks soaked with her juices and Sarah's saliva. Lisa looked back lustfully at the guys, her nipples kept permanently rock hard by the sight of the two biggest cocks she'd ever known, being worked upon by an unimportant tiny-dicked little boy. A factor only present to alternately refresh each giant member to its full potential. Each time Ian let a huge bellend slip from his mouth, Lisa got to see a shiny throbbing ball of meat, like a fist completing an arm. Both men had seriously exaggerated bellends, topping seriously exaggerated penises. In fact, by this particular measure, Rob's dick actually surpassed Dave's. He possessed the most insanely massive, perfectly shaped, throbbing purple dick head. Bigger than Dave's in absolute size, and striking in its proportions relative to shaft size. There was twenty inches of cock primed and ready for Lisa. She understood this. These men would both want to fuck her hard after all this warm-up. None of the dominant three would want their orgasm to be given to the worthless pair serving them.
"Time for some fun", said Dave. "We're all going to watch Ian wank his miniscule dick. To see if he can even cum under the pressure. Four sets of eyes watching your tiny dick, whilst we all know there are two other huge cocks present. Four people who are deeply amused by it, Ian. So kneel in the centre of the floor and get going. You have one minute, no more, or I'm kicking you out."
Ian began to thrash his cock. You would barely know one was in his grip it was that small. His face burned red and his heart pounded. He felt such shame it was difficult to stay hard. Yet frequent twinges of deliciousness within this shame made him squirm in a good way. As Ian was about to cum, Dave suddenly ordered Sarah to drop doggie style in front of Ian. Dave ordered Ian to cum on Sarah's arsehole, but at no time was his cock to touch her. If it did he'd get the shit kicked out of him. Ian came wildly, following all the humiliation he'd endured. Wildly for him at least; a few half-hearted spurts of cum splashed Sarah's arse crack and hole.
"Now get down on your hands, lick it all off, and swallow it all!", Dave quickly ordered at Ian. Ian surrendered what would have been the remainder of his orgasm and dived between Sarah's filthy arse crack. He slurped hungrily in an attempt to please his masters; enough to hope these scenarios might be repeated in the future. The controlling trio laughed in amusement.
"Now it's long time we got our dicks seen to properly, hey Rob?", Dave led the way again. "You two... Fuck off out behind the partition wall, you're killing my mood. Sarah, your orgasm's going to come from Ian's mouth, so go get it. But be the other side of the wall, and be silent. I don't want to see either of you any more. And you ain't gonna have the pleasure of watching us. But you sure as hell are going to hear it all!"
"You gonna fuck me now, big boys?", asked Lisa, like the cat that got the cream, or rather the pussy that was about to get it!
"You're gonna get the fucking of your lifetime, Lisa", said Dave, "And while I like the attitude, I think you might do well to be less cocky about the amount of cock you're about to get stuffed up your pussy and arse simultaneously! We're gonna double penetrate you. Rob, which hole would you like first? Make sure you enjoy this Lisa. I don't wanna hear you can't handle it', or it hurts'. Believe me I'm being kind. You did fuck me off by blackmailing that skank out there. As I said, you disrespected me. Do that again and we'll be giving you a double vaginal!"
"Perhaps you don't get this, Dave", snapped Lisa with total confidence. "I am not scared of you in the slightest. You don't have real power over me. You've been deputy manager for longer, but I now have the same job. And you know I've been here longer. I won't let you intimidate me like you have Sarah. You said you were cool and this could work out for all of us. So it's going to. There are four of us verses you if you want to spoil things. Those two outside are in their place, and will be happy to suffer it. We three are going to be equal. And I'm going to get what I want. Which is your two giant cocks, whenever and however I want.
...And to prove another point Dave, about what I'm not scared of... What I want right now, and I'm going to get, is precisely what you just threatened me with... Both of your dicks... in my pussy... together... NOW!"
Lisa got up from the bench, marched over to Dave and pushed him onto his back. She swung her solid thigh over his middle, and her tits above his face. She looked deeply into his eyes to tell him that he was about to get fucked as good as she was.
"You're going in first, so you can appreciate my tight pussy", she said as she started to inch herself down over his huge bellend. "And so that I can feel my first ten-inch black cock!" she beamed at him. "Besides, I think we need Rob's rigidness to stand a chance of coming in alongside yours. I don't think you'd squeeze your floppy dong into my tight hole if Rob was already filling it!"
"You hear that out there, Ian?", Rob shouted out, "Our more attractive version of your wife is about to get twenty inches of fat cock up her pussy! Think about that. Shame you can't see it!" Ian groaned to himself outside. He would behave like a saint and stay at his task, licking this dirty pussy. It was excruciating to think that what he was about to miss would be gone forever once over. But he prayed that by doing as he was told, his pleasure and pain would be redoubled another day, when he might actually see such a sight.
Lisa wasn't sure she could actually take what she was asking for. She wasn't taking all of Dave's length as it was, and his girth felt like a soft, squishy, highly ridged coke-can in her cunt. In reality it was a bigger, thicker dick than what Rob had given her the week before. But she'd seen Rob shake himself out to match Dave earlier, and his insanely large bellend, its thickest part, would be entering her first! Rob was standing behind her, lusting at her fat arse and shaking his whole cock to insane proportions once again. It had to be a rigid white cock to stand a chance of forcing its way in, not another floppy black one like Dave's. Lisa gulped.
"You ready?", asked Rob, as he pressed his bellend to the back of her pussy opening. Realistically it would have been easier to accept one cock in each hole. As it was, Lisa's arsehole was completely obscured by Rob's bellend pressed-to. Rob was grateful that Dave's cock had its squishy quality; to stand a chance of getting in alongside him, it felt he was pushing against him as much as Lisa's hole. Lisa felt pressure between her cunt and arsehole. There was no practical way of getting Rob in, or so she thought, until Rob decided he needed to work-up to his cock's girth by use of his fingers. Two then three fingers squeezed into the back of her pussy, behind Dave's fat cock. Rob managed to open a gap about half the size of his bellend and thought `it's now or never'. Quickly he replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock and began to wedge it in. It was going to go, but it was going to be extremely tight, it would have to be an extremely slow work-up to any fucking motion. It still took time to get Rob's giant head through Lisa's pussy opening. To her it felt like someone trying to squeeze a fist in alongside the massive black cock already present. Finally the head forced passed her opening and his cock slid deep into her. It was true that until recently her biggest cock had been seven inches. Now she had two that blew that out of the water, in both length and girth, inside her together. Here she was, 18 years old, and taking at least 18 inches of giant cock up her pussy. Talk about growing up quickly, she thought. Regardless of whatever else would define her in life, on this score, after this moment, she was no longer a girl, she was a woman!
The men worked up a pace, alternating who was balls deep and who was almost withdrawn, but the girth of both shafts was constantly present in Lisa's stretched opening. There was no chance either cock could accidentally slip out; both massive heads kept them locked inside her rigidly taught pussy hole. As each cock took its turn to slide deeper than any cock had ever done before, Lisa could feel the heavily-set blood-pumping veins ripple through first the front, and then the back, of her stretched-stiff cunt hole. On multiple occasions, out of mistimed enthusiasm and the overpowering weight of two men, her sweet young pussy got it both barrels, as both cocks thrust into her together. Her eyes bulged and she gasped deep breath as she experienced the kind of sensation only a joke dildo could provide; something of insane size and ridiculous exaggeration in vein detail, something that no woman in her right mind would really force into her vagina. What Lisa's body was achieving was a revelation to her. She'd always had the perfect tightness, but deep down she knew she could manage bigger than her previous best. She had always desired the feeling of being seriously stretched-out by a hugely hung man. Yet she'd never contemplated her ability to manage what she was now taking, or its likely sensation.
It felt animal. It felt so wanton, dirty and animal. Her pretty pink pussy had become a worn-wide fuck crack; a cavernous passage, were in not so tightly stuffed with cock. Lisa knew that eventually the giant heads would have to come out again, and that that might be just as eye-popping as when they went in! She set her mind to fucking both meat-poles with new ferocity, so that their eventual withdrawal would become trivial. Until now she had remained relatively motionless, sitting on Dave's cock while Rob entered her from behind, both guys working their cocks in and out of her, slowly working her up to a real fucking pace. Now she felt desire in her pussy. She felt it now possible to ride these hot rods for all she was worth; grind down hard on them to take as much as possible; rise up high to make her pussy remember every inch of sliding length. She began to pump forcefully. Her perfect round arse lifting and falling into both men's groins. Her huge tits slobbering on Dave's chest. Both men braced stiff on which she could impale herself. Both cocks now rippling through her cunt muscles together, loosening her in a way she'd never known. Her juice slicking both members, so much so that anything delicately female had given way to extreme female animal physiology.
"You're missing the sight of a lifetime, Ian!", jeered Rob, calling out so that his cuckold-by-proxy could hear behind the partition wall. "This is a new one on me even! I've given a woman double penetration before now, pussy and arse, but if I can be so cocky... which clearly I can... I've never before seen a young girl fuck herself down so violently onto twenty inches of the fattest cock around! And damn she looks like your Ally, Ian. Only much much hotter! Have you made that dirty cunted tramp out there cum yet?"
"Yes", Ian called back.
"Good, I am glad we didn't hear it", Said Rob. "Hmmm. Oh what the hell... I can't be so mean as to not let you see what will fuck your mind for life. Get in here."
Ian and Sarah entered the dry-side space once more and their faces immediately set as if smashed-in by spades. Neither was prepared by Rob's description for how the reality really looked. Ian's cock shrank in shame to the size of a cocktail sausage, as he looked-on to a glowing raw pussy taking two full cucumber-sized dicks.
"OK, Ian. I appreciate this will be the experience of your lifetime, so enjoy it. Sarah, kneel beside him and wank him in a manner as befits his size... like you need instruction on that."
Sarah knelt down and grabbed his cock in the only way possibly, his foreskin pinched between her thumb and index finger-tip, only serving to emphasise what little he had. She began to wank him. His cock quickly doubled in size, to all of two conjoined cocktail sausages, and he immediately showed signs he'd blow his load in no time. Dave gave a deep hearty laugh, laid out on his back. Lisa laughed uncontrollably through her breathlessness then squealed as Rob thrust harder into her from behind.
"It doesn't matter to me if you imagine this is your wife or not, Ian. But you're gonna like what you see", said Rob, as he began to fuck Lisa, hard, doggie style. Lisa replied by backing violently onto his huge dick. Dave lay still beneath them, merely providing ten huge black inches of stuffing for starters. As the fucking increased in its violence, more and more of Rob's shaft was becoming exposed. Lisa began to feel the massive corona of his bellend stretch the back end of her cunt hole. Ian observed the ridge begin appear between Lisa's arse cheeks with each back-stroke, before plunging back inside, followed by inch after inch of slicked-up shaft. Eventually the whole of Rob's dick head broke loose, looking a more insane ball of meat than ever. Lisa's pussy gaped at the rear, just long enough for Rob to thrust straight back inside. Lisa screamed in shock and pleasure. Resting forward on her hands she cast her head around violently; long blonde hair showering all around Dave. Dave's cock was being stimulated on the front wall of Lisa's vagina and by the movement of Rob's cock behind his. Lisa's clit ground against Dave's pelvis, itself so hard it felt like her own erection. As both men stiffened to their hardest yet, her eyes bulged again, their combined size reaching dizzying new heights. She began to squirt messily over both cocks as her orgasm approached, and was then suddenly, violently, tipped over the edge as both men began to throb within her. Her pussy felt as though it was literally going to explode, both cocks throbbing more violently than any she'd ever felt before.
And then they came. Lisa felt both men unleash loads as extreme as their cocks. Endless, long, thick, heavy lashes of sperm, exacerbating the feeling of her hole being abused. And God did her hole feel abused! So much cum sloshed around inside her that she couldn't help but think `bucket' about her own cunt. At this moment it was a term she was proud of, as much as it was derogatory. Cum poured from her crack like translucent white custard, coating the inside of her thighs, running all the way down to her knees.
Ian shot his bolt, convulsing, knees buckling beneath him. A single inch-long spurt was all he could manage from his second ejaculation, on this day so wondrous for him. Most of it got wrapped around Sarah's fingers and she was quick to shake it off in disgust. He looked down at Lisa, exhausted from her orgasm, still sprawled doggie-style, still hosting both cocks. Her body was coated with a layer of sweat, giving the same appearance as if she'd been baby-oiled. Her body glowed with health, and her pussy glowed with use. Her long blonde hair was now wildly tousled and damp at its ends, sticking to her skin. She was still breathless and her arms were beginning to shake at holding herself up. God she looked like his wife Ally. As he had come, he'd focussed on her fat round arse, hairy fanny and the huge cocks jammed into it. Whilst still a better arse and pair of legs than his wife, watching this lower half completely convinced Ian he was watching his partner. He had stared at it and thought of all the years it had only felt his miniscule manhood. He had observed how each cock must be maybe ten-times the volume of his own, and that she had taken two of them in her pussy at the same time! He had revelled and squirmed in the delicious feeling of his own total pathetic inadequacy. He had cum over the ludicrous difference between what he had to give and what she'd just taken.
Ian rubbed his acorn-sized bellend to keep it buzzing as Rob and Dave finally pulled out. It was like watching a birth on a farmyard. Lisa was giving birth to twins of different skin tones. Two heavy, flopping cylinders of meat fell out of her; slimy gooiness slung between all three sexual organs until completely free from each other. Lisa's cunt gaped. It gaped unfathomably. Until she rose, Ian's gaze focussed upon her dark hole as certain as laser beams. He saw her red-raw swollen labia, and between them the darkness of a tunnel bore deep and wide. One that would struggle to cave-in tightly around either, sole, mighty tool that had just shaped its passage. One in which he would just simply not touch the sides. A phrase he had always assumed was used for comical emphasis, now lay as evidenced reality before his eyes. Reality had outdone his own fantastic imaginations. He was dazed, unable to digest the occurrence.
Rob, Lisa and Dave returned to the bench seat along the wall. They sat in line, reclining in exhaustion, legs spread uncouthly, worn swollen genitals exposed. Sarah was sent packing, to quickly dress and check outside the changing rooms. Everyone was suddenly bemused to realise their distraction from the possibility staff or public could have interrupted the lengthy acts of obscenity and degradation. Sarah was to deny anyone access to the male changing rooms for the time being; she was told the remaining four were not completely finished. She was also sent away with a flea in her ear to freshen her cunt at the soonest instant later.
Rob looked down at Ian, who had taken it upon himself to kneel submissively on the floor in front of the three sitting, and await further instruction. Lisa, sat in the middle, swung a leg over each man's thigh. Her pussy gaped loosely open again.
"Crawl here!", she said, pointing to her pussy and sliding her arse slightly forward on the seat. "Lick my arsehole clean of cum", she casually demanded. "Then tilt your head back and open your mouth beneath my spunked-up cunt. You're going to have the cum of both these huge dicks drain into your mouth, from my pussy, for the next ten minutes. Then you're going to swallow every last drop. OK?!"
Ian shuffled into place and complied. Lisa reached outwards with both arms and took a mighty cock in each hand, her grip barely meeting around either. She began rolling two heavy foreskins up and down, reviving the two meaty logs.
"I suppose you're hoping you're going to be forced to clean these real man cocks clean with your mouth too? Well tough shit, cus my mouth wants what my pussy just had! It's only fair that their cocks get thanked by my mouth for what they've done for my pussy. And it's only fair my mouth gets thanked by their cocks for what my pussy just did for them! So when I'm done draining and you've swallowed, you can fuck off! You pathetic little-dicked twat!"
Rob looked down past his huge stiffening dick and smiled in amusement at Ian...
"Just get's better, hey?"