Chapter 3: Best Work Break Ever

A break, finally, after my boss’s thirty-five-minute smoke in her beat-up, dull, red Camaro, and my fellow guards walk through the surrounding garbage-filled forest. For the thirty minutes, I can sit in the guard room, scroll my phone, and stop the torture the bikini-clad teenagers inflict on me. Things didn’t go as planned.

For over an hour, while my colleagues had their breaks, I dealt with the private school girls, our only group in the park. Most sprawled on their blankets to soak up the sun, but a few slid.

My fellow guards and I divide the water park girls into three groups.

The first group wears fashionable suits that highlight their yummy perky breasts, firm athletic asses, and thin waists. They could grace the front page of any men’s website. The type of girls that you dream of and jerk to. The stars of the show.

The second group wears ill-styled suits that emphasize the wrong parts of non-perfect bodies, breasts too small for their bodies, slight bellies, wide hips, wrinkles under their asses, and non-proportioned limbs. The type of girls you notice and like for their imperfections. The quirky sidekicks.

The third group wore sensible suits that would have accented their features if they had any features—girls who added depth and color in the background.

However, like most males, I love all breasts, hips, and thighs - female bodies of all shapes, shades, and sizes. The differences make for variety, and the girls displayed all types as they tumbled into the meager pool at the bottom of the water slides. It didn’t matter which group they fit into; I wanted to fuck them all, like any straight male.

“Straight out of the water,” I droned so the girls didn’t get stuck in the backflow or hit by a fellow slider. Bikinis and flimsy, ill-fitted suits malfunction when they hit the water. Nipples slipped, breasts slipped, and suit bottoms slipped down to knees. Most girls emerged from the white froth with hair-covered faces, unable to grasp how much they showed the world.

I had helped their heavy, massive-breasted teacher in the white soup, so now the girls approached the guard chair to exclaim, “You’re my hero for saving my favorite teacher.” Most didn’t know about their suit issues until they realized I ignored their faces. Luckily, all smiled, adjusted, and went on with their day. I loved the carefree attitudes and the nubile bodies squeezed into tight suits; however, my dick hurt, and I fidgeted on the guard chair to their enjoyable torture.

The tiny Asian girl’s dark brown nipples under her yellow bikini top, nicknamed Nipples, had finished her sixth slide. I made sure to pay close attention to her safety. She approached me on the chair. Those dark, round spots locked my gaze while I licked the sweat off my upper lip in the morning sun. Her floral scent barely rose above the chlorine of the water.

“You’re like famous,” she said and pulled her yellow see-through bottoms higher, which accentuated her dark slit. The water glistened, slid down her body, and the droplets merged into rivers on her tanned skin while my gaze bounced between her brown nipples and slit. I licked my lips as my mind tasted the liquid rivers, sweet like she must taste. I needed to release the pressure, but instead, I stifled a groan, tried to shift to a more comfortable position, and ripped my gaze from her brown nipples to her wide almond eyes. Her dark-lipped smile made my dick throb.

“I’m glad you’re here to save us,” she said in a tiny voice just audible over the water slide splash.

“I would save you anytime,” I said, and then blushed at the stupid line. I couldn’t think as Nipple’s dark nipples and slit conjured an image where I jumped in to save her, then fuck her, while the other girls stood around and cheered, consumed me, and made the gron pressure worse.

She wandered back to her towel and her sun-soaked friends. My gaze followed her firm ass under her yellow suit. No wrinkles, just two tiny globes of muscle. Her yellow translucent bikini had a thick, darker yellow border and made a v over her ass. She had a pink heart birthmark on her right ass cheek.

The girl I nicknamed Blondie, not the one in the red suit, Ten, from earlier in the day, but the paler, smaller-breasted girl in the navy blue bikini, splashed down in the catch pool. She sputtered and stood, her right breast exposed, the conical, perky, bright white with pink nipple breast bounced as her feet found the pool bottom. She glanced at it, giggled, glanced at me, grinned, and then moved the navy blue material over it. My eyes shifted to her exposed left nipple, the navy fabric pressed to recover, but the erect pink nipple prevented it.

She bounced through the water while her nipple moved a fraction of a second behind her body. “Like, I feel so safe with you watching over me,” she said, a mint scent arrived with her words. My gaze stayed on her nipple. I stared at it until she turned to head back up the slide.

“Break time,” the other guard arrived, red-faced and sweat-browed, from his walk in the forest.

I didn’t want to leave the beautiful colored candy girls spread around me, but I needed to relieve the pressure so much it hurt. A discreet adjustment of my dick, I hopped off the chair and rushed to the male guard room.

The familiar mildew smell greeted me as I opened the rusty slate-blue metal door. The cramped male room had a row of ten lockers on the right wall, two person-length wood benches bolted to the concrete floor in the middle, and an entranceway that led to a single toilet, sink, shower, and dirt-covered mirror on the left wall. A wee water puddle surrounded the drain in the washroom.

I had just pulled down my shorts when the door opened and spilled bright sunlight into the dim room. Blind, I tried to determine who dared enter the sacred male lifeguard room. Ten bounced in as her breasts threatened to escape her red string bikini top. I wanted to help them go free. She pulled her black-haired friend, Ghost, with her while the black girl, Burly, and the diminutive girl, Tiny, stepped inside the doorway, which closed with a soft bang. Cherry, lilac, rose, and sour, metallic musk tried but failed to overpower the room’s odor.

“Our hero,” Ten sang and reached forward to grab my dick. It would have spurted if not for the earlier load that the massive-breasted teacher stroked out.

Ten raised her phone camera while her ivory-skinned friend lay on the bench. Black French braids fell to either side of a deep black frown. Ghost raised pale legs straight up. The black suit pulled tight against her pussy, and the string could not hide the darker skin around her asshole. Her ass flexed as her legs balanced straight up in the air.

“So, you need to get her pregnant,” Ten said and filmed over and around Ghost, the pale-skinned beauty.

What would you do? My rational mind screamed to run away as fast and far as possible. Instead, I duck-walked along the bench and positioned my throbbing dick at the black-clad pussy. My pre-cum made a wet, shiny spot. Ten tugged the material aside to expose Ghost’s black hairy pussy, with engorged red lips that invited my dick to enter. Ten wrapped red-capped warm fingers around my dick and guided it into the softest, wettest pussy ever. My whole length slid in until our pubic hair meshed. Ghost moaned with my moan. Heaven had arrived on earth.

Ghost’s black-toenailed feet rested on my shoulders while I thrust, and the slight friction sent shivers up and down my body. Ghost’s musk overpowered the locker room odor of mildew, sweat, and piss. I grabbed her bony shins while her feet pressed against my ears. White hands held onto the bench while my thrusts threatened to push Ghost’s body off.

I slid out and pushed in with slow and controlled movements. I wanted to take my time and make this last. I had thirty minutes. I wanted to fuck Ghost the whole time. My time in heaven needed to last as long as possible. I could die while I fucked her.

Her gaze followed the blonde’s phone. I glanced over at the other two girls. Tiny had her suit pulled to the side, a finger on her clit, and rubbed through her sparse dirty-blonde pubic hair above her bright red slit. Burly had exposed her meaty, deep brown pussy lips and waddled over to the bench. She sunk her pussy down on Ghost’s black-lipped, white, teethed frown. A pale red tongue darted out to lick the meaty pussy. In reflex, I increased my tempo as the smooth pussy walls held my dick like, well, a moist wet pussy.

Sex filled the room. The scents and sounds overwhelmed me. I didn’t know what to watch. I thrust into the moist pussy that gripped my dick like a glove, a moist velvet glove. No way would I last thirty minutes, even though my overwhelmed senses helped slow my impending orgasm.

“Can I?” Burly asked Ghost, who licked the fat brown lips.

My thrust forced the black-lipped face back and forth under Burly’s deep brown pussy; the lips hid Ghost’s white nose while a red tongue darted out and lapped up Burly’s leakage. I held the long pale legs and fucked the thin girl with more urgency. I wanted whatever the girls wanted, which meant I wanted to give this girl a bulging baby belly. I needed to gift Ghost my sperm.

Ten pulled aside Ghost’s black suit top to expose flattened white breasts with cherry nipples that bounced in time to my thrusts. I increased my tempo, not consciously, but in primal lust and caveman-like habit. A million years of genetic lust focused on my dick in her pussy. Her moans echoed around the room, and I responded with an increased tempo. I needed to fill her. My ancestors demanded that I fuck this girl till we both collapsed and created a new life.

“Yes, now!” Ghost said.

Burly smirked, and piss erupted from between her spread pussy lips. The honey-yellow stream covered Ghost’s ivory face like waterboard torture. Ghost shuddered, coughed, and shook on the bench. She choked on the stream and tried to scream, but only gurgling piss emerged. Her hands pulled Burly’s pussy further down onto her face. The pee no longer squirted out; all of it entered the black-lipped mouth. Ghost drowned in the piss while she orgasmed. If I hadn’t held her legs and Burly’s pussy didn’t press down on her face, Ghost would have bucked herself off the bench. She thrashed, and my fucking tempo increased. The glorious friction and how the lithe girl withered caused my eruption into her. I held my dick inside as her spasms continued.

Sweat stung my eyes, and my body twitched. Ghost’s legs on my shoulder prevented my collapse onto the floor. My breath ragged, I shifted my focus to Ten with her phone pointed at us. I wanted that video.

Burly’s stream finally stopped. She stood and caused Ghost’s limp arms to fall to either side.

“She passed out,” Ten giggled.

No, she drowned. I rushed around the bench to Ghost’s slack face. Her legs fell to either side of the bench with a thud. I turned her head to the side and pushed under her sternum to expel the foul piss from Ghost’s lunges. I began mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to save her life. The piss didn’t taste like anything gross, sweet even, but then again, I was trying to stay calm, not panic, while I saved this girl’s life.

My mouth covered hers as I pushed my life-saving air into her lungs. Her skin had a blueish pallor, which meant trouble. I turned her head, pushed down on the sternum, and more piss leaked out. I returned to breathe for her.